Chapter 101: Chapter 68 Satisfaction_6 Chapter 101: Chapter 68 Satisfaction_6 Fu Yang glanced at the embarrassingly cringeworthy headline and seriously wanted to roll his eyes to the sky.
However, cringeworthy as the headline was, he was quite pleased with the photo that the dia had released.
This photo was taken inside a dessert shop, likely snapped secretly by a staff mber.
In the photo, Fu Yang was leaning against the counter, waiting for the staff to pack his order.
He wore Cosmic War God sneakers, grey casual pants, and a black windbreaker—simple yet exuding the vigor of youth.
The sunlight streaming through the clear glass windows finely outlined his perfect profile, like sothing out of a manga.
His silver-white hair made it even harder to tell whether this was a drawing or reality.
Fu Yang’s facial features resembled Fu Siyu’s; when not smiling, the corners of his eyes slightly downturned, appearing cold and aloof.
But in the next photo, where Fu Yang was talking about Shu Wan to the clerk, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, a trace of a smile in his amber eyes.
Those beautiful, peach blossom-like eyes were as dazzling as flowers, enchanting but not bewitching.
[Help, I buy cake every day, how co I never see such a good-looking young man??
Where is this cake shop, tell the address quickly!!]
[Ah!!
Tell this is an AI-generated manga character, I refuse to believe soone can actually look like this in real life, too handso!!
I’m swooning!!]
[Is this photo really unedited?
I can’t believe soone actually looks like this, he’s too refined.]
Watching all the flattering comnts from netizens, although Fu Yang was accustod to hearing such praise wherever he went, he still felt quite proud.
At that mont, Shu Wan ca over and glanced at the photo, “It’s a good shot.”
“Nonsense, who do you think they were photographing?” Fu Yang slightly lifted his chin, “My face looks good no matter how it’s shot.”
“Would your dad mind your photos being leaked?” Shu Wan was more concerned about this.
After all, Fu Yang was still a minor, and she didn’t know whether Fu Siyu would mind his child being exposed too much on the internet.
Thinking this, Shu Wan subconsciously prepared to give Fu Siyu a call, but considering the ti difference, she decided to send a WeChat ssage instead.
“Fu Yang’s photos have been leaked online, is it serious?”
The next second, Fu Siyu’s call ca through.
He seed to have just finished showering, his hair still damp, wearing a black nightgown, which even more accentuated his handso and refined features.
“Aren’t you asleep yet?”
“Um,” Fu Siyu responded, settling on the couch with his phone, “I just saw the ssage, don’t worry about it, he’s 14 now, it’s fine if his photos get out.”
“Okay.”
“Have you started shooting today?” Fu Siyu asked while he wiped his hair with a towel.
Even though Fu Siyu wasn’t from ancient tis, like the Fu family of an esteed lineage, he was also brought up under strict discipline.
Whatever he did, every movent was graceful and dignified.
Typically, the impression of Fu Siyu was one of silence and self-restraint, even the top button of his shirts fastened tightly, leaving no gap.
Now, his nightgown slightly open, his damp hair, his whole deanor emitted a vibe completely different from usual.
Shu Wan didn’t know how to describe it.
“Dad, why are you out in a video call without dressing properly, when did you beco so flirtatious?”
At this mont, Fu Yang, suddenly appearing from nowhere, looked bewildered at Fu Siyu in the video.
Just last year, he had been scolded by Fu Siyu for wearing pajamas during a video call.
How had his dad changed so much in just a year?
Hearing Fu Yang’s voice, Fu Siyu paused in wiping his hair, lifting his head with a slightly deeper gaze, “Is Fu Yang there with you?”
Shu Wan nodded and shifted the cara slightly so Fu Yang’s face appeared on the screen.
Fu Siyu set down the towel, his gaze as deep as a well resting on Fu Yang, “You’re only 14, if you dare go racing again”
“What will you do?” Fu Yang, perhaps feeling bold because of the distance or because he was next to Shu Wan, unconsciously felt that Fu Siyu wouldn’t actually do anything, and cheekily made a face at Fu Siyu, “Break my legs?”
Fu Siyu’s expression darkened slightly, “You”
“Okay,” seeing that father and son were about to start arguing upon seeing each other, Shu Wan intervened, “Stop fighting, Fu Yang, go eat, Fu Siyu, you should go to sleep too, I’m going back to eat.”
Fu Siyu’s expression turned stern, nodding, “Okay.”
After Shu Wan hung up, Fu Yang returned to the computer to continue reading his news, quietly muttering complaints about his dad.
Indeed, now even ntioning him being flirtatious was forbidden.
Old man.
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