Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 215 - 135 Variety Show

Fu Yang descended the stairs to find Shu Wan already waiting for him.

Fu Yang originally wanted to say something, but his gaze fell on the T-shirt Shu Wan was wearing, and then he glanced down at his own clothes, his expression immediately twisting.

"Who picked out these clothes?"

Fu Yang pointed at his pile of watermelon seeds in front of him and then at the rabbit eating watermelon in front of Shu Wan.

He wouldn’t have said anything if it were just the same series, but why should Shu Wan be eating melons while he was left dealing with melon seeds?

"I bought them," Shu Wan said calmly, "Matchy-matchy outfits, nice, huh?"

"...So ugly." Fu Yang had never worn matching outfits before and thought it felt weird. He turned and headed upstairs, "I’m going to change."

Shu Wan didn’t stop him, but after Fu Yang changed and came back down, she expressed her disappointment, "I bought them just to match with you."

"..."

Fu Yang was the type to be more receptive to soft approaches, and at this moment, with Shu Wan’s softened tone and a hint of grievance in her voice, Fu Yang was disarmed.

He pursed his lips, "You’re not my mom; why should I match with you?"

"Alright then," Shu Wan nodded, "Shall we go for a run?"

"Yep."

While speaking, Fu Yang caught up with Shu Wan.

At that moment in the live stream, hearing Fu Yang talk like that, the audience couldn’t help but feel indignant for Shu Wan.

[That’s a bit too much... his words are hurtful, I think they would look like mother and son in matching outfits.]

[What’s so hurtful about it? Shu Wan is only being Lin Yang’s stepmother for money; getting mocked by Lin only serves her right.]

[Am I the only one focused on the matching outfits Shu Wan bought? They’re really cute; I’m going to buy a set for me and my daughter right now.]

Back in the villa, as the pair walked together for a while, Fu Yang couldn’t help but glance at Shu Wan’s expression, seeing her usual demeanor, Fu Yang felt restless inside.

He hesitated for a long time until they stood in front of the track. Finally, Fu Yang spoke up, "Aren’t we recording a show? Stop frowning. It’s just clothes, right? If you win, I’ll wear it with you for a day, okay?"

Shu Wan, who had been watching birds in the distance, turned back to Fu Yang with a smile in her eyes, "Okay."

"Ten laps," Fu Yang pointed at the track, "Whoever finishes first wins."

"Okay," Shu Wan nodded.

As Fu Yang counted to three, they both started running simultaneously.

Both Shu Wan and Fu Yang were in great physical shape; they started running fast right from the start, and their running posture was quite standard.

Beneath the morning sun, amidst lush green trees and scattered golden light, two figures, one black and one white, ran following the sunlight, a sight full of vitality.

[I thought I was watching a parent-child variety show, but this looks more like a sports competition, ha-ha-ha, do they always live such healthy lifestyles?]

[I originally thought Shu Wan and Lin Yang were just pretending, but seeing their running stance, I must say, they’re pros, not pretenders.]

[No wonder these two could be top scorers, running ten laps early in the morning, I couldn’t do that even if my life depended on it, excuse me.]

On the track at that time, Shu Wan and Fu Yang were running side by side.

Based on her usual performance, Shu Wan wouldn’t normally be able to keep up with Fu Yang because, in athletics, Fu Yang was far superior.

Yet today, Fu Yang had indeed slowed down a bit, but Shu Wan still couldn’t keep up.

Fu Yang subconsciously thought that Shu Wan was deliberately not trying to win.

He felt a bit played, having thought Shu Wan was a bit sad, he had considered letting her win, yet it seemed Shu Wan didn’t care at all.

Feeling manipulated, Fu Yang abruptly picked up the pace, leaving Shu Wan far behind.

By the time Shu Wan reached the finish line, Fu Yang had been lounging with crossed legs on a chair at the finish for quite a while.

He taunted Shu Wan, tilting his chin up, "What do you say?"

"You won," Shu Wan slowly walked towards the house, "Let’s go back for a meal."

Behind her, Fu Yang watched Shu Wan’s retreating figure, his eyes narrowing, something was off.

As Shu Wan was about to walk into the living room, Fu Yang suddenly got up and caught up with her, pointing at a sofa not far away, "Sit down there."

Shu Wan looked at him puzzledly, "What for?"

"Just sit, so many questions."

Not wanting to argue with Fu Yang, Shu Wan sat down on the sofa as he gestured.

Fu Yang motioned with his hand, signaling a maid to come over, "Roll up her trouser legs."