Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 328 - 182 Warmth_3

"It’s so cold, riding a bike is inconvenient."

Previously, when no one cared about Fu Yang, he would ride a motorcycle to school, but later his motorcycle was confiscated and he rode in Shu Wan’s car. Now that Fu Siyu is back, there weren’t enough drivers at home for both of them.

Fu Yang certainly didn’t want Fu Siyu driving him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to call a taxi with his phone.

Just then, Shu Wan suddenly pulled a black scarf out of her bag and handed it to Fu Yang, "It’s cold outside, wear a scarf."

Fu Yang didn’t like wearing these. He was about to dodge it but then he felt the color of the scarf was familiar.

He remembered, a few days ago, he saw a ball of cotton yarn on the sofa downstairs that was almost the same color as the scarf.

Fu Yang’s eyes flickered slightly, "Where did you buy this? It’s so ugly."

"I knitted it. Is it really that ugly?"

Shu Wan was good at embroidery and knitting scarves was a simple task for her. She could knit one in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Like that, Shu Wan would knit seven or eight scarves while watching TV.

However, in the eyes of a straightforward guy like Fu Yang, knitting scarves seemed as difficult as reaching the sky.

His gaze softened slightly as he took the scarf from Shu Wan. He didn’t know what material the yarn was, but it was incredibly soft, radiating an incomparable warmth.

Fu Yang tightened his grip slightly and instinctively looked at Fu Siyu’s neck, which was bare. Fu Yang’s eyebrows raised provocatively as he showed a small dimple to Fu Siyu, "Never mind, I’ll just have my dad drive me."

Saying that, Fu Yang voluntarily got in the car. freewebnøvel_com

Fu Siyu looked at Shu Wan as if he wanted to say something but ultimately held back.

"Then I’m off to film."

"Okay," Fu Siyu nodded, "I can pick you up tonight. I’ll be off work a bit earlier today."

"Okay."

Shu Wan went to Film and Television City alone, while Fu Siyu went with Fu Yang.

In the car, Fu Yang lazily leaned on the sofa and swung the scarf in his hand, "Shu Wan’s craftsmanship is pretty good. What did she give you?"

Fu Siyu glanced down slightly but didn’t respond to Fu Yang.

Fu Yang seemed even more energized, "No way, you don’t have one?"

"Sit properly, sit up straight."

Fu Siyu’s expression darkened slightly as he looked indifferently at Fu Yang.

His manner may scare others, but it didn’t scare Fu Yang, and it even stirred up more rebellion in him.

He lay back even more lazily, then wrapped the scarf around his neck, "Tsk, really warm."

Fu Siyu glanced at him, rarely speechless.

When the car reached the school gate, Fu Yang got out with his bag, but after a couple of steps, he stopped, "It’s so cold, good thing I have a scarf."

After finishing, Fu Yang adjusted it against the car window, then turned and left.

Inside the car, the driver looked at Fu Yang’s departing figure and then at Fu Siyu’s darkened face, and oddly felt like laughing.

Fu Siyu and Fu Yang, one defiant, the other cold, didn’t seem like the types to bicker like children, but against all odds, they really did quarrel like grade-schoolers.

At this point inside Film and Television City, the filming of "Qingcheng" had begun. With Shu Wan’s current popularity, what originally had only five sponsors had escalated to twenty-five.

Seeing so many sponsors, Liu Qing’s face was about to split with laughter.

However, she was thrilled, while some other crews were incredibly jealous.

In everyone’s eyes, a small campus film didn’t deserve so many sponsors; that money should go to their films.

"I really don’t get why they all like Shu Wan so much. What’s so good about her that she gets all these sponsorships?"

"She’s beautiful, plus she has a wealthy husband and stepson. This woman is really shrewd. She married so well, why does she still film? She should just go back and be a proper rich wife."

In the eyes of fans of other crews, Shu Wan contributing funds to the production was quite disgusting, so the fans coined the pejorative nickname "rich wife" for Shu Wan.

Wherever "Qingcheng" was discussed, fans could be seen using this nickname to insult Shu Wan.

"These people are too much, how can they talk about Shu Wan like that? ’Rich wife’ or not, it’s not their money being spent. It sounds so ugly."

Usually the first one to get agitated, Wang Tian was unusually calm this time, even wearing a mysterious smile on his face.

"They aren’t wrong; not just a rich wife, she’s richer than rich."

"Are you crazy??" Liu Qing was shocked. "They are mocking Shu Wan for marrying an old man to become a rich wife, don’t you know?"

"Old man." Wang Tian’s smile grew more peculiar, "Heh."

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