The maid walked forward and gave Shu Wan a look. Seeing Shu Wan did not object, she rolled up Shu Wan’s pant legs according to Fu Yang’s words.
Then, a swollen, red abrasion appeared before everyone.
Fu Yang’s brows furrowed slightly as he walked over to Shu Wan, "Where did you get this?"
"Just fell while filming."
Shu Wan glossed over the detail.
In fact, the real situation was that Shu Wan could not stand the film crew’s martial arts choreographer, believing that the movements they designed could use some improvement.
The result was that one of the martial arts choreographers, not convinced and thinking that Shu Wan, a woman, knew nothing about martial arts, insisted on sparring with her.
The final outcome was that the martial arts choreographer not only couldn’t last three rounds against Shu Wan but also, due to a rebound in force, threw himself off and nearly got stabbed by the set’s equipment.
Shu Wan went to pull him back and got scraped by the equipment.
Shu Wan didn’t think much of it, although it hurt a bit since she had been using her legs to run the whole time, causing her to walk a bit strangely, which is how Fu Yang noticed.
"Are you an idiot?" Fu Yang’s brows tightened, "You still go running with a leg injury."
"It’s nothing, I’ve already applied medicine."
Shu Wan had a clear understanding of her own body; if she truly couldn’t move, she wouldn’t have joked with her own health.
Unexpectedly, after Shu Wan finished speaking, Fu Yang’s face looked even worse. He stared straight at her and said, "Right, you’re the toughest."
With those words, Fu Yang turned and went upstairs.
The production team wanted to follow, but Shu Wan stopped them, "It’s okay, he’ll come down."
The production team looked at each other doubtfully. With that look on Fu Yang’s face, how angry must he be? Would he really come down? They didn’t believe it.
However, the fact proved that Shu Wan’s words were true.
In less than two minutes, Fu Yang came down with a bottle of medicine.
He handed the medicine to the maid, "Apply it to her once more."
The maid, following Fu Yang’s instructions, carefully applied the medicine to Shu Wan.
Fu Yang sat on the side, lazily tossing an apple, his hair slightly damp from having just finished running, and his skin flushed with a post-exercise glow, exuding a very healthy vitality.
Plus, Fu Yang was naturally a youth, and he felt like a soda pop taken straight from the fridge on a summer day, sparkling and fizzing as the lid was opened, with the scent of orange bursting forth, carrying the chill and freshness of the entire summer.
He sat there sideways, intermittently glancing at Shu Wan’s wound, his jawline slightly tensed.
[Guys, who understands, am I too evil if I say I’m smitten, this is like some rich and haughty Young Master in a romance with a cool Little Mother scenario, you all think Lin Yang’s unrestrained, but in fact, he’s firmly held in the palm of Shu Wan’s hand.]
[The one before, isn’t that a bit too evil? I can’t see it. I just feel like Lin Yang is quite well-mannered, didn’t you notice that he had the maid roll up Shu Wan’s pant legs and apply the medicine?]
[It’s hard to imagine, with such beautiful faces in front of you, you guys still have the mind to think about something else. My only thought throughout was, damn, they are seriously stunning.]
Back in the villa, after the medicine application was done, the two started to eat.
Perhaps because of Shu Wan’s injury, Fu Yang was much more behaved; the breakfast was quiet and undisturbed.
After breakfast, the production team was still around, very curious about how this legendary top scorer mother and son studied to achieve such high scores.
The morning was a good time for reading. After eating breakfast, Shu Wan entered the study.
As for Fu Yang, well, he wanted to play games, but while following Shu Wan upstairs, after seeing the faintly visible injury on her leg, Fu Yang ultimately surrendered.
Shu Wan liked to read. Once she sat in the study, she was completely immersed.
Fu Yang sat on the other side. He wasn’t fond of reading, but since he was there and seeing Shu Wan so engrossed in her book, he, out of boredom, picked up one at random and began reading while half-reclining on the sofa.
The production team tiptoed into the room, hugging the corners, hoping to showcase the study of these scholarly figures to the audience.
Then they were really shocked.
Probably because Fu Siyu was a person who liked reading, the study in the Estate as well as here were designed to be quite large and held a rich collection of books.
The crew zoomed in the camera; Shu Wan was reading an ancient and rare classic, its classical Chinese so difficult that just one glance could make one feel dizzy, let alone understand it.
The camera then moved to Fu Yang, who was reading quantum mechanics.
[Is this the world of top scholars? Sorry for intruding. I’m embarrassed to say, I don’t even recognize the title of the book Shu Wan is reading.]
[I, an intellectophile, am about to die in this scene. Who knows, with top-notch looks and brains, I’m starting to doubt my sexual orientation. If I could be with someone as beautiful and smart as Shu Wan, I’d also go for women.]
[I’ve always had a thing for Lin Yang; he’s the epitome of all the campus novel male leads I’ve seen. Too bad, if Lin Yang were to star in a campus drama, I can’t even imagine what that would be like.]
Although netizens said they couldn’t understand what these two were reading, in reality, in terms of popularity among the three groups of guests, Shu Wan and Fu Yang’s group was the highest.
Even the production team couldn’t understand, "Weird, they haven’t done anything, so why are so many people watching?"
The director revealed the Heavenly Secret in one sentence, "Because of their faces."
... The crew was speechless. Such an outrageous answer, but it seemed indeed the case.
But in fact, the director had one more thing left unsaid.
Apart from their looks, Shu Wan had a very peculiar power about her, as if she could stop time itself.
The director had seen many actresses, many of whom had their own unique qualities.
But like Shu Wan, who seemed as if she had stepped out of an ancient lady’s painting, embodying both gentle grace and an innate majestic air, he had never seen before.
Shu Wan, as if having undergone countless tribulations, returned to a state of tranquility.
There she sat quietly, as if a spring breeze swept over the hills, blossoms bloomed throughout the field, waterfalls poured down, and the landscape shifted between rivers and sea.
In her, you saw all the things of the world, and in the end, in her eyes, you found the deepest peace.
Two hours later, this peace was interrupted by a ringtone.
It was Fu Yang’s phone.
He picked it up and glanced at it, then threw it to Shu Wan, "It’s that man’s call."