Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 67 - 53 Fiery

Chapter 67: Chapter 53: Fiery

Chapter 67 -53: Fiery

Distant bell chimes carried through the air as Shu Wan bit into her pastry, walking towards the direction of the sound.

As the drizzle became heavier, the cobblestone streets gradually dampened.

Fu Siyu changed his direction, walking to Shu Wan’s left, “Is filming going smoothly?”

“Smoothly.” Shu Wan swallowed her pastry and gave Fu Siyu a slight smile, a myriad of lights seemingly twinkling in her eyes, “Thank you for your help.”

Shu Wan knew that even with a face as attractive as hers, landing the role of the second female lead in a big-budget TV drama by a director like Zhang was an impossibility.

“It’s only right.” Fu Siyu tilted the umbrella slightly more towards Shu Wan.

The rain fell on his coat, covering it with a thin layer of mist.

Shu Wan glanced over and nudged the umbrella back towards Fu Siyu, “I won’t get wet over here.”

A faint smile flashed across Fu Siyu’s eyes as he looked down, “Okay.”

The streets were unlike the bustling nightlife of Imperial City; because of the perennial rainfall, people preferred to stay in the warmth of their homes at night, leaving the streets far from busy.

For this reason, as they walked on, they encountered fewer and fewer pedestrians.

Churches towered amidst the falling leaves, and within the veil of rain, it seemed as if only Shu Wan and Fu Siyu remained.

Munching on a cookie, Shu Wan felt an indescribable sense of tranquility.

In this era, the noisy crowds might dispel some loneliness, but in moments of complete silence, the soul seemed to settle more peacefully amidst the chaos of the world.

Shu Wan subconsciously turned to glance at Fu Siyu, finding that being far from home in a foreign land didn’t feel lonesome, largely thanks to him.

Sensing Shu Wan’s gaze, Fu Siyu turned his head, thinking she was interested in the nearby coffee shop, “Want some coffee?”

“Sure.” Shu Wan knew that coffee was introduced from abroad, but she wasn’t quite sure what made foreign coffee different from what was available back home.

Fu Siyu asked Shu Wan to wait on the side while he went inside the shop, soon coming back with two cups of hot coffee.

Accepting a cup, the rich aroma of coffee instantly filled Shu Wan’s nostrils.

She walked forward with her coffee in hand but had only taken a few steps when Fu Siyu called out to her, “There’s mud on your coat.”

Following Fu Siyu’s gaze, Shu Wan looked down and indeed, there was a smudge of mud about the length of half a finger on the pocket of her coat.

It wasn’t deep, just a shallow streak, probably from brushing against a tree branch on the side of the road.

Shu Wan had an odd habit.

If you asked her to go to a battlefield or handle errands without wearing formal attire, she wouldn’t care at all about cleanliness or hygiene.

But if she dressed up formally to go out for leisure, she would be very particular about the cleanliness of her clothes, even slightly obsessive.

Seeing the stain on her clothes now, Shu Wan instinctively furrowed her brows.

She looked up, about to find a place to wash her hands when Fu Siyu already produced a tissue from nowhere, “It’s just a small spot; it’ll come off with a wipe.”

Bending slightly, Fu Siyu used the tissue to carefully clean the mud off her coat.

Inside the coffee shop, there were tourists from back home, gossiping and enjoying the view out the window.

“Wow, look, there’s a super handsome guy over there, so handsome, oh my God!!”

“I’m already immune to handsome guys, there are too many in this city.

I got tired of looking at them on the subway.

Holy crap, it’s actually a handsome Chinese guy, a super handsome guy!!!

Quick, take a photo!!”

“Got it, got it, it’s like seeing the real-life male lead of a novel.”

Shu Wan and Fu Siyu had disappeared around the corner before the tourists reluctantly put away their phones, drooling over the photo gallery.

“Unbelievable, heavenly, to see such a badass boss-looking figure in Bruce, I’m starting to think this is all a dream.”

“Post a video fast; it’s definitely going to blow up on the trending page.

When you go viral, remember to help me find a boyfriend.”

The two laughed and joked as they quickly edited a photo montage and posted it to the short video platform.

As it turned out, the power of a handsome man was immense, and that of a super handsome man was explosive.

Within five minutes of posting on the platform, the photos had already attracted a mass of attention.

In the photo, through the misty rain, Shu Wan stood in the shadows, clutching her coffee.

Although her features were not clearly visible, the pure and peerless quality of her presence almost burst through the screen.

Fu Siyu stood in front of her, holding an umbrella with one hand and a tissue in the other, gently wiping the dirt off her coat.