CHAPTER 386: CHAPTER 216 PHOTOS

"Borrow it, to dispel the rumors."

"Yes."

Upon hearing that Shu Wan didn’t intend to divorce him, Fu Siyu’s heart noticeably relaxed a bit.

He took the phone, tapped it a few times, and sent Shu Wan a picture of their marriage certificate.

Shu Wan received the photo, yet did nothing else; instead, she looked at Fu Siyu with some confusion.

"What’s wrong?" Fu Siyu asked, puzzled. "Is there something wrong with the photo?"

"When did you save this?"

Fu Siyu paused for a moment, "I wasn’t there when we got our marriage license; it was handled by Qin Lv. He sent me a photo after he finished, and I didn’t delete it; it’s been on my phone ever since."

Normally, receiving documents requires personal attendance, but rules only apply to ordinary people.

Neither party was actually present when this marriage certificate was issued.

"Oh."

Shu Wan nodded, then went to look at the marriage certificate photo on her phone.

On the left were the basic information and on the top-right a combined photo of the two of them.

In the photo, both were dressed in white shirts, sitting upright. While they looked physically together, they were emotionally distant, clearly assembled from two separate images.

In the bottom-left corner were their birthdates; clearly visible, Shu Wan was 21, Fu Siyu was 28.

Simply releasing the date of the marriage certificate would dispel the rumors about the hotel without any explanation.

But Shu Wan hesitated.

Fu Siyu noticed Shu Wan’s hesitation and soon realized the reason.

The issue lay with Fu Yang.

Over the years, aside from some core family members in Imperial City being aware of Fu Yang, others didn’t know he was his son.

The main reason was the public scrutiny—father and son being 14 years apart would attract endless rumors and gossip.

For Fu Siyu, it was trivial, but for Fu Yang, it had significant impact.

Shu Wan’s hesitation was due to not wanting to drag Fu Yang into this public controversy.

"Forget it."

Shu Wan thought for a moment, then moved the marriage certificate photo aside. She opened the hotel photo and carefully looked at it, quickly formulating a new plan.

Shu Wan looked up at Fu Siyu, "How about we take a photo together?"

Fu Siyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Sure."

Shu Wan sat next to Fu Siyu, then directed his posture, "In the hotel photo, only your back was shown. Now, turn your back to me too, and I’ll take the photo."

Saying this, Shu Wan leaned against Fu Siyu’s back, and with a smile towards the phone, the photo was taken.

Shu Wan was about to send out the photo when Fu Siyu took the phone, "I think adding one more photo might be more convincing."

Without waiting for Shu Wan to react, Fu Siyu snaked his left arm around Shu Wan’s shoulders and held the phone with his right hand.

With a gentle press of his left hand, Shu Wan leaned halfway against his chest.

Click, the photo was taken.

Naturally shorter than Fu Siyu, and with the clever angle he chose, the photo showed Shu Wan fully, whereas only the part below Fu Siyu’s chin was visible.

However, the overall atmosphere was much more intimate than the photo Wan had taken—clearly showing they were a couple.

"Let’s post both," Fu Siyu handed the phone back to Shu Wan, "this way, no one will continue to say your husband is an old man."

Fu Siyu said this with a smile, but the word "husband" carried a different significance to Shu Wan.

She calmly took the phone, "Seems like you’ve been quite interested in the gossip."

And he was even aware that netizens thought he was an old man.

"Pretty much, I follow what I like and don’t pay much attention to what I don’t."

Fu Siyu’s response was ambiguous—it wasn’t clear whether he was referring to people or gossip.

In recent days, Fu Siyu had been making such ambiguous statements.

If he were a frivolous person, it would be easy to ignore such comments.

However, Fu Siyu spoke seriously and earnestly; by merely observing his expression and tone, one would never suspect anything else.

Yet, his words carried an ambiguity that inadvertently stirred up confusion.

Shu Wan cleared her throat, avoiding the topic, opened Weibo, and directly posted the two photos.

@ShuWan: "Just taking a break in the hotel with my husband."

The moment Shu Wan posted the photos, they immediately captured everyone’s attention.

Because Shu Wan’s marriage had always been a hot topic for gossip, but all this time, Shu Wan had maintained silence.

It was odd—media journalists in the entertainment circle are usually keen on digging up information, yet this time they dug for a long time and could turn up nothing.

Now that Shu Wan was willing to expose it herself, everyone was naturally excited.

When they saw the photo, they were even more excited.

Because in this photo, although Shu Wan’s husband wasn’t in the frame, whether it was the back view or the half-exposed body, it had nothing to do with the rumored old man in his late forties.

"Who spread the rumor that Shu Wan’s husband is an old man in his fifties??? Although his face isn’t shown, just looking at this jawline, I can imagine a super handsome guy."

"Even if he isn’t in his fifties, he must be in his thirties, considering he has a son as big as Fu Yang, right? Okay, I can accept that now. So rich and yet so handsome, it turns out Shu Wan was secretly enjoying all this behind our backs."

"This physique is so attractive, isn’t this just the perfect combination of a domineering CEO and a beautiful bright star? Does anyone have similar stories? Please recommend one, thank you, my addiction to novels is immediately triggered."

"I recently read ’Turning into the Rich Family’s Rebel Stepmother,’ and it fits this character perfectly, I’m hooked, thank you."

Although there were some netizens who didn’t believe it, by comparing the back view in the photo with the back view in the hotel pictures, even the haters had to admit that these two were the same person.

Moreover, Shu Wan had posted the Weibo facing the entire network. If she just randomly picked a young person to refute the rumors, her current husband probably wouldn’t let her off either.

Thus, originally due to the hotel photos, Shu Wan, who was about to be completely mired in the whore suspicion, cleared her name thoroughly with just two photos.

Furthermore, everyone’s focus was distracted by Fu Siyu.

After all, with absolute good looks, whether the face is shown or not doesn’t matter anymore, that air alone was enough for people to imagine a whole lot.

For a time, all the focus was on Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.

But after Shu Wan posted the photos, she didn’t appear again, and the overly curious netizens could only change their tactics and go under Fu Yang’s account to ask him about his dad.

In response to everyone’s curious inquiries, Fu Yang only replied with one sentence, "He’s just introverted."

Can’t others tell? Fu Yang could see it clearly.

Those two photos obviously had different styles, the first was clearly taken by Shu Wan, the second was unmistakably taken by Fu Siyu.

Introverted old fox.

"[Laughing dead, with Young Master saying this, I’m even more curious now. I was initially feeling sorry for Shu Wan, such a beautiful woman marrying an old man, but now looking at the photos, well, I should feel sorry for myself.]"

"I should have guessed, with Young Master looking like that, how could his dad be unattractive? Plus, sons of powerful families start young, it’s not strange he had a son when he was very young, so Young Master’s dad must also be in his thirties."

"No matter how good, it’s still a second marriage, really speechless, is having money and good looks that great? It’s still a second marriage with baggage, I think Shu Wan is at a loss, anyway, I support Shu Wan getting a divorce."

Online opinions were varied, and in real life, the attention on Shu Wan’s marital status was not limited to one party.

Recently, since Shu Wan acted in Director Mei Long’s movie, the industry had been speculating that the forces behind Shu Wan were formidable.

After all, getting resources from Mei Long was not something an ordinary family could achieve.

But now, seeing the photos Shu Wan posted relieved everyone.

After all, Shu Wan’s husband looked quite young.

Such a young person, even if he was in a powerful family, would still need to rely on his elders to survive.

Unless he was an exception like Fu Siyu, but Shu Wan’s husband naturally couldn’t be Fu Siyu.

Now, everyone can rest assured and snatch back those resources taken by Shu Wan.

As night fell, the sky began to sprinkle light snow, like catkins, fluttering to the ground.

A car covered with a thin layer of snow slowly drove into the garden, and the housekeeper came forward to open the car door, "Young Master, Young Madam."

"Hmm."

Fu Siyu got out of the car first, helped Shu Wan out, then turned to the housekeeper, "We’ve already had dinner."

"Okay."

Although it wasn’t sweaty in winter, Shu Wan had been out playing all day and, as per her habit, her first thing was to take a bath once home.

Fu Siyu knew her habit, chatted with her for a bit, and then went upstairs on his own.

However, he didn’t go back to his own room but knocked on Fu Yang’s door.

Based on his understanding of Fu Yang, knocking was basically useless, so after knocking three times, Fu Siyu was ready to just go in.

But unexpectedly, just as he was about to use the fingerprint lock, the door opened.

Fu Yang, wearing a black casual sweatshirt and headphones, glanced briefly at him, then turned and walked inside.

Fu Siyu followed Fu Yang into the room and set a box on the table.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Yang leaned back in his chair, grabbed the mouse to continue playing his game, ignoring Fu Siyu.

Fu Yang was wearing headphones, and Fu Siyu knew he wouldn’t hear him talking, so he simply didn’t respond to Fu Yang’s question.

After Fu Yang finished his game, five minutes had passed.

He took off his headphones, glanced aside, and Fu Siyu had already left.

"Free time."

Fu Yang muttered, preparing to start another round.

However, before he could press the matching key, Fu Yang noticed something was off.

He turned his head and saw that the blanket, which was originally as messy as a dog’s nest, was spread out neatly on the bed.

Next to him was a cup of warm milk, and there was also a piece of paper on the table with the solution to a math problem he didn’t know how to solve written on it.

Fu Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Trying to mend the pen after the sheep are lost, wishful thinking."

Thinking these small favors could win him over, he wasn’t a fool to fall for that trick.