Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

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 media had released.

This photo was taken inside a dessert shop, likely snapped secretly by a staff member.

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 something 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 come I never see such a good-looking young man?? Where is this cake shop, tell me the address quickly!!]