Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The night was dense, high-rise buildings piercing the dark sky, with brilliant lights interweaving and changing, reflecting the name "NIGHT" of the bar. Through the gaps in the large doors, one could see people inside, dressed bizarrely, writhing and reveling to the intense music, drinking merrily.

Lady Shu stood at the entrance, her mind in a haze. Was she dreaming?

Before she went to sleep, she was in the North Garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but when she next opened her eyes, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar world with a strange new memory, brought here by a group of strangers.

"Young Madam, the Young Master is inside," A middle-aged man dressed in black approached her; this was the Fu Family's housekeeper.

Shu Wan had not yet figured out whether this was a dream or an illusion; she masked her flurry of thoughts and nodded calmly, "Lead the way."

The housekeeper was taken aback as he looked at Shu Wan's serene and beautiful profile.

She still bore the familiar face, with bright teeth and lovely brows, the elegance of stars and the moon, yet her demeanor was utterly different.

At this moment, Shu Wan simply stood there like the bright moon above, seemingly rightly entitled to be looked up to by all.

In an instant, the housekeeper even thought of their family's eldest son, noting a strange similarity between the two.

After a while, the housekeeper finally came to his senses and tentatively called, "Lady Shu?"

"Aren't we going?" Shu Wan slightly furrowed her brow, her eyes carried the authority of long being in a high position, glancing over lightly, making one's heart tremble.

Being the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister, the future Crown Princess Consort, the Mother of the Country, her status was incomparably noble, and she had long been accustomed to the identity of a superior.

However, this gesture, to the people around her, was as outrageous as a comet colliding with Earth.

After all, everyone had seen Shu Wan two months ago. Back then, she was timid and couldn't even speak her sentences completely, a stark contrast to her current demeanor.

The gaze of the crowd followed the direction Shu Wan left in, involuntarily.

Her figure was slim and graceful, her steps steady. As she walked, she seemed like a fluid ink painting, exuding a noble and elegant aura.

Having worked in the Fu Family for so long, the housekeeper had seen countless nobles and dignitaries, but now he had to admit that the innate nobility and elegance embodied by Shu Wan was something not even the royal princesses possessed.

While the crowd was still in a daze, Shu Wan's silhouette was about to disappear at the door. The housekeeper hurriedly signalled to everyone, "Follow her."

Shu Wan entered the bar, where the deafening music was so loud it made her ears ache. The changing lights inside meant it was impossible to make out faces clearly. Standing in a corner, Shu Wan scanned the room but did not see the Fu Family's Young Master.

"How strange, the bar called and said the Young Master was here fighting, but he seems to be fine," the housekeeper's voice came from behind her.

Shu Wan turned her head, "Which one is Fu Yang?"

The housekeeper pointed to a figure seated in the VIP area, "The one with silver hair is the Young Master."

Following the direction the housekeeper pointed, Shu Wan indeed saw a silver-haired young man, cockily sprawling on the sofa with a carefree leg propped up. The light was dim there, so she couldn't clearly see the youth's face.

"You go, just tie him up and take him home." Disturbed by the raucous music, Shu Wan decided to handle this unruly young lord with the simplest and most direct approach.

"Yes, Young Madam."

Upon receiving Shu Wan's order, the subordinates headed straight for Fu Yang.

At this moment, the people with Fu Yang had already spotted Shu Wan; after all, her conspicuous face here was hard to miss.

"Lin Yang, your stepmother has indeed come looking for you. And damn, your stepmother is quite the beauty."

Fu Yang did not want others to know he was from the Fu Family, hence among classmates and friends, he always used the alias "Lin Yang."

"How beautiful can she be? Let me have a look. It's also the first time for me to meet Little Mother today," the young man lazily lifted his head, his lips curved in a teasing smile.

He had a stunningly delicate face, and the eye-catching silver hair was but a plain backdrop to it.

He wore metal ornaments on his wrists and fingers, a diamond cross earring adorned his right ear, and his pair of charming peach blossom eyes were complemented by his casual, lazy posture.

Although each attribute spelled 'arrogant and frivolous' to the extreme, it didn't elicit aversion in others. At the heart of it, it was probably his pair of remarkably clear eyes.

The 14-year-old youth, even with his determined efforts to exhibit individuality and rebellion, could not hide the eyes that were like a cool spring in summer.

However, what caused Shu Wan to be momentarily stunned was not this.

Instead, the young man bore a five-point resemblance to a benefactor from her previous life.

But unlike the gentle and scholarly benefactor from her past life, the youth provocatively lifted his eyebrows at Shu Wan with an air of frivolity, "What brings Little Mother out to drown her sorrows? Care to join for a drink?"

Fu Yang's behavior was an overt challenge to Shu Wan. The housekeeper signaled the bodyguard to take Fu Yang away, but Shu Wan raised her hand slightly, "You all wait outside."

The housekeeper was worried, for he knew Fu Yang's temperament better than Shu Wan, "Young Madam, maybe—"

"No worries, you all go out."

"Alright."

Since Shu Wan had said so, the housekeeper had no choice but to leave with the bodyguard.

"You're not leaving? Planning to stay and play with us?" Fu Yang lounged on the couch, his gaze sweeping over Shu Wan, a clear look of astonishment in his eyes.

Hmph, his dad really knew how to pick beauties.

"What game?" Shu Wan sat down beside Fu Yang nonchalantly and turned her head to look at him.

Fu Yang slightly tilted his chin and pointed with his hand towards the dice on the table, "Do you know how to play this?"

"If I win, you'll come back with me," Shu Wan said, noticing the cocktail in front of Fu Yang and curiously asked, "Is it good?"

Hearing Shu Wan's first statement, Fu Yang's instinct was to scoff, but her subsequent question caught him off guard.

"You're rather presumptuous."

Hearing Shu Wan's words, everyone burst into laughter since Fu Yang had never lost.

Undeterred by the others' mockery, Shu Wan picked up the dice, "Best two out of three, comparing high or low?"

"Low."

"Fine."

The onlookers had already prepared the two dice cups, and Shu Wan took one, shook it casually, and then slammed it down on the table, "Done."

"Little Mother, you sure talk big, but—" Fu Yang didn't finish his mocking words when he saw Shu Wan open the cup, revealing three dice stacked on top of one another, the top die showing a "1."

Fu Yang's eyes paused, looking at Shu Wan with some surprise.

The people around him wanted to say something, but Fu Yang raised his hand, signaling them to be quiet. He took the cup, shook it lightly like Shu Wan, placed it on the table, and revealed a "1," too.

Shu Wan covered the cup again, shook it once more, and upon opening it, there was still a "1."

Fu Yang did the same, and they were tied.

"That's really weird, Lin Yang, your Little Mother is this amazing?" Fu Yang was still calm while his friend, unable to contain his excitement, said, "Seems like you two are an even match."

"Boring." Fu Yang casually shook the dice, and the three stacked dice appeared on the table. He gestured to Shu Wan, "Alright, you can go now."

"It won't be a tie," Shu Wan firmly replied, shaking the cup just like before.

But if anyone had been paying attention, they would have noticed that, although the movement was the same, Shu Wan's wrist flicked at the last moment.

Nobody else spotted anything amiss, only Fu Yang sensed something was off the instant the dice landed.

However, he didn't make a big deal of it and took a sip of his drink, "The smallest number is 1, you say it won't be a tie, seems like you're not very confident in yourself."

"I'm quite confident in myself," Shu Wan replied, opening the cup to reveal that the three dice had turned into a pile of powder.

Fu Yang choked on his drink, unable to swallow or cough it up, his face turning red. After coughing twice and still unable to catch his breath, he seemed to be choking, which alarmed everyone to the point they hurried to get their phones to call for an ambulance.

Just as Fu Yang's face was about to turn purple, Shu Wan stepped forward and slapped him on the chest.

"How dare you hit me?" Fu Yang glared at her, furious.

Shu Wan pointed at his throat, "Is that how you talk to your lifesaver?"

Fu Yang then realized that it was Shu Wan's slap that had allowed him to breathe again.

Blushing with an unnatural expression, Fu Yang coughed, "That's because I'm in good shape, it's nothing to do with you."

Shu Wan didn't bother arguing about that, "I won, let's go home."

"I didn't say I'd keep my word," huffed Fu Yang, having regained his breath and arrogance. He draped his arm over the couch, lazily crossed his legs in a challenging posture, clearly conveying I'm not leaving, what are you going to do about it?

By this time it was quite late, and even though she was in a different era, Shu Wan's biological clock was still accurate.

Drowsiness creeping up on her and running low on patience, Shu Wan approached Fu Yang and asked one last time, "You really won't come with me?"

Shu Wan herself had a naturally cool and aloof appearance that, when she looked at someone seriously, inexplicably exuded a compelling majesty.

But Fu Yang clearly didn't want to admit that he could be dominated by Shu Wan. He adopted an even more arrogant pose, with the tip of his shoe pointed directly at Shu Wan.

He couldn't believe it. How could Shu Wan, with her slender arms and legs, possibly get the upper hand over him?

He raised an eyebrow at Shu Wan, "Little Mother, you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Shu Wan suddenly tapped a spot on his shoulder, and Fu Yang was rendered speechless.

Then, right in front of all his lackeys, Shu Wan picked him up like carrying a little chick and whisked him out of the bar.

His face! His prestige was gone! He and Shu Wan would be enemies under the same sky!!