Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 139 - 80: Good Looking_3

Seeing Shu Wan staring at the photo, Fu Siyu spoke again, "Do you feel that this change isn’t quite good?"

"No," Shu Wan replied resolutely, "It’s very good; I appreciate you more now."

Because there are many Young Masters born into great wealth, but few undergo trials and tribulations to develop a distinct personal style.

Fu Siyu was such a person, one couldn’t find a second one similar to him.

Hearing Shu Wan’s words, Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered slightly, unsure whether he did it on purpose or just casually asked, "What do you appreciate?"

"Strong capabilities, high emotional intelligence, decisiveness," Shu Wan thought for a moment and then honestly added, "and good looks."

Yes, Shu Wan didn’t shy away from admitting that she indeed cared about appearances.

Fu Siyu listened to Shu Wan speaking; with each word she said, a touch of amusement added to his eyes until eventually, when Shu Wan remarked on his good looks, Fu Siyu couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.

Fu Siyu smiled usually, but most of the time, it was a polite smile, lips slightly curled, displaying his gentlemanly demeanor.

However, at this moment, his smile reached his eyes, resplendent and radiant, carrying both the youthful spirit of the boy in the photo and the restraint and resilience of the man he was today.

Both aspects mingled together, leaving Shu Wan momentarily stunned.

She felt that what she’d just said was not wrong; Fu Siyu was indeed handsome.

"So I appear so favorably in your heart," Fu Siyu’s voice carried traces of lingering amusement, "I feel honored."

"I’m telling the truth," Shu Wan also smiled at him, "Don’t you have a meeting today? You seem very busy every day."

"Yes, my next meeting is in five minutes," Fu Siyu looked at the time then asked, "Now, may I make a small request?"

Shu Wan nodded, "Go ahead."

"I saw an online restaurant that specializes in unique dishes, but I can’t come back now, so can I have them deliver a portion to the estate for you to taste if it’s good?"

Hearing Fu Siyu’s words, Shu Wan’s eyes flickered slightly; she looked at him amusedly, "You’re actually reminding me to have dinner, aren’t you?"

"A bit of both," Fu Siyu’s gaze deepened, "So, do you agree?"

"Sure." Since Fu Siyu had mentioned it, Shu Wan naturally wouldn’t disappoint; she nodded, "Thanks for your concern."

"You’re welcome; keep reading, and contact me if you need anything."

"Okay."

After hanging up the call, Shu Wan picked up Fu Siyu’s notes and continued revising.

About half an hour later, a knock sounded at the study door, "Young Madam, the meal Young Master ordered for you has arrived. Would you like to dine in the study?"

"No, just put it downstairs."

"Okay."

Shu Wan packed up her things and went downstairs, where not only dinner was set on the dining room table but also a large bunch of very beautiful flowers.

Seeing Shu Wan come downstairs, the servant hurriedly brought the flowers to her, "Young Madam, the Young Master said he appreciates your review and didn’t know what to send, so he sent you a bunch, knowing you like flowers."

Just then, Shu Wan’s phone rang. She checked it, and it was a message from Fu Siyu.

"No need to feel obliged; I heard you like flowers, just sharing some happiness."

"Thank you." Shu Wan didn’t overthink it, she wasn’t familiar with the modern symbolic meanings of different flowers.

She simply saw the flowers as beautiful decorations and said, "Put them in my bedroom, please."

"Okay."

After finishing her dinner alone in the dining room, guessing that Fu Siyu was in a meeting, she took a photo, made a simple review, and then sent it to Fu Siyu’s WeChat.

About to go to sleep, Shu Wan hadn’t eaten much, just enough to fill her halfway. She went upstairs, adjusted the script for tomorrow, and then turned off the lights to sleep.

Day by day, the routine of shooting and reviewing was so regular that one hardly noticed the passage of time.

Until Fu Yang teased Shu Wan from up close, "Hey, don’t forget you’re accompanying me to the Comic-Con tomorrow."

Only then did Shu Wan remember, and with the drama crew on break tomorrow, she nodded, "Sure, I’ll accompany you tomorrow."

"You plan to go just like this?"

Fu Yang’s underlying mischievous intent was too apparent; Shu Wan couldn’t ignore it and followed his cue to ask, "Then how should we go?"

Fu Yang pulled out a black outfit and a mask from behind him, "Here, you can cosplay a character and cover yourself up, then no one will notice you."

Shu Wan took it, not quite understanding what character it was.

Fortunately, she had recently learned a browser image recognition trick. She took a photo, and it quickly showed that it was "Faceless Man."

Facing Fu Yang’s somewhat mischievous look, Shu Wan agreed quite calmly, "No problem."

She wasn’t picky; she was curious about everything modern, and wanted to try things she hadn’t experienced before.

Just covering her face with a black cloth outfit from head to toe, she didn’t find it unacceptable.