Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 220 - 136 Phone Call_4

"I’m starting to envy Lin Yang," someone said. "If I had such a capable Little Mother, I’d worship her every day. Heaven knows I’ve been stuck in the Gold Rank for eight hundred years."

It was late, and at Wang Tianyu’s house, six adults were gathered around the bed, each taking turns telling him fairy tales to put him to sleep.

At Zhao Yudie’s house, Zhao Yan walked to his daughter’s door and saw the light still on. "Why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s so late. Do you not care about your eyes?"

Soon, the light in the room was turned off, and Zhao Yudie’s soft voice could be heard, "Daddy, I know I was wrong."

"Alright, go to sleep early," Zhao Yan said before he turned and left.

The next morning, everyone was to leave home and head to the reality show’s filming location.

According to the requirements of the crew, the guests could only bring their clothes and daily necessities; no other items were allowed.

Shu Wan and Fu Yang were both casual people, it didn’t matter to them whether or not they brought many things.

No need to mention Zhao Yan and Zhao Yudie, father and daughter both adhered strictly to rules.

The only problem was with the family of Wang Tianyu.

His grandparents and great-grandparents had prepared nearly six large suitcases for him.

Now that they were not allowed to bring them, the four elderly people were upset and almost started arguing with the director’s team.

"No way, our Yu must drink distilled water, the outside water is too dirty, and he needs his snacks every day, how can you not let us bring them!"

"Exactly, what kind of crew is this? If my child starves, can you take responsibility?"

Even faced with the cameras, the old folks were relentless, and the crew had no other solution as they were dealing with elderly individuals, for which the show could not take responsibility if something went wrong.

In the midst of the unyielding argument, Wang Shu suddenly shouted, "Enough, stop arguing. If they said not to bring it, then don’t bring it. Huahua, take the child, let’s go!"

As he spoke, Wang Shu quickly picked up Wang Tianyu and strode out of the house, leaving the few old folks behind unable to catch up.

At last, the three groups of guests boarded the plane without dangerous incidents and embarked on their journey to Ryan.

Perhaps not accustomed to modern cars and planes, Shu Wan not only suffered from motion sickness in cars but also on the plane.

After about fifteen minutes on the plane, Shu Wan started to feel nauseous.

Fu Yang, sitting next to her, glanced at her and quickly noticed her discomfort.

He grabbed his backpack, rummaged through it, and pulled out a box of medicine. "Here."

The crew could not help but praise him, "Lin Yang is quite considerate, buying motion sickness medication."

"I get motion sickness; I bought it for myself," Fu Yang replied nonchalantly, having completely forgotten that he used to be a racing driver for whom motion sickness was nonexistent.

"Oh, I see," the crew laughed awkwardly. "Lady Shu, you’d better take it quickly; we still have a long way to go."

"Okay."

Shu Wan took the medicine and soon felt drowsy.

She closed her eyes, planning to rest for a while, but the next time she woke up, the plane had already reached its destination, circling in the sky, waiting to descend.

Ryan is a small remote town in the southwestern part of Hua Country. Because it’s at a high altitude, although it was early summer in Imperial City, it was still like spring here, with flowers everywhere.

Looking out the window of the plane, the small town was surrounded by vibrant colors, like a gleaming gem nestled in the mountains.

The plane soon landed, and several groups of guests arrived one after another.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, let’s get to know each other a bit."

No sooner had the director finished speaking than Chu Huahuan walked up to Shu Wan, her eyes carrying a barely noticeable hostility, "Long time no see, Shu Wan."

Shu Wan was quite puzzled; after searching through the original host’s memories, she had no idea who this Chu Huahuan was.

"Hello," Shu Wan replied courteously.

Chu Huahuan glanced at Fu Yang and scoffed with a hint of disdain, "You married quite well, to have such a big son without bearing a child yourself. I’m really envious."

The sarcasm in her words was unmistakable. If Shu Wan couldn’t see that Chu Huahuan had some past grievances with the original host, then she must be a fool.

"If you’re really that envious, you could learn from me too," Shu Wan retorted mercilessly.

Chu Huahuan’s face suddenly turned ugly, "My husband and I are very much in love. We don’t need to raise someone else’s child, not everyone is like you."

"Ah? But you just said you envied Shu Wan, I thought you really meant it. Turns out you were being insincere and taking the chance to mock her?"

At this point, Fu Yang popped out of nowhere and counterattacked alongside Shu Wan, effectively shutting Chu Huahuan’s retort down.

Chu Huahuan, unable to out-argue them, glared at Shu Wan and then stormed off angrily.

[Hmm, I smell gunpowder. Are Chu Huahuan and Shu Wan enemies? It feels like they were about to clash the moment they met.]

[Let them fight, let them fight. I love to watch, I admit I’m terrible, but I love to see these celebrities infight.]

[Chu Huahuan is so famous, how did she get involved with Shu Wan???]

The production team hadn’t expected that, with only three groups of guests, a conflict could still arise. When they conducted the background checks, they hadn’t heard of any feud between Shu Wan and Chu Huahuan.

Regardless, everyone had already been brought here, and now they couldn’t just send them back; the only option was to keep the two groups separated to avoid any further conflicts.

Ryan Town was in the mountains, and from the airport, the production had arranged a coach to shuttle them.

By the time the coach jolted its way to the entrance of the town, it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon.

The guests, weary from their travel and having skipped lunch, got off the bus more wilted than the others.

Originally, the production had set up a checkpoint at the entrance, requiring guests to complete tasks before they could choose their meals in order.

However, the journey had been too grueling. Except for the young and resilient Fu Yang, the rest had virtually no fight left in them.

The production team was forced to cancel this segment, "Everyone go have your meal first, and after you finish, gather here, and we’ll discuss room assignments."

As the director finished speaking, everyone rushed toward the restaurant.

Fu Yang and Shu Wan didn’t usually watch or pay much attention to such variety shows, so they weren’t in a hurry and strolled leisurely into the restaurant.

Then they discovered that the good dishes had mostly been taken by the other two groups of guests.

What was left were just steamed buns and pickle.

Fu Yang glanced at the options and his face darkened, "How can we eat this? I’m not eating."