Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan ignored the mockery of the crowd, as she looked directly at Han Lin, "If you lose, the horse goes to us, and you have to bring it to Fu Yang yourself."

Han Lin found Shu Wan ridiculous and he scoffed at Fu Yang, "Fu Yang, where did you find such a pretty lunatic? Did you hear what she just said?"

Fu Yang despised Shu Wan, but at that moment, he hated Han Lin even more.

He knew Shu Wan couldn't possibly win, but he just didn't want to lose to Han Lin in verbal sparring, "Talking so much, are you afraid to race? Have you not tired your mouth with all the crap you've spewed this morning?"

"Spare the lip service," Han Lin quirked a smirk, his gaze floating across Shu Wan's face, "Fine, but if we win, I want this beautiful lady to come with me."

"No way," Fu Yang instinctively objected.

Shu Wan glanced at Fu Yang, then agreed with Han Lin, "Okay."

"Shu Wan!" Fu Yang approached Shu Wan's horse, frowning at her, "Don't forget who you are, I'll tell my dad that you want to cheat on him, get down right now, you're not racing."

Shu Wan flicked her horse's belly, and the horse raised its front hooves, causing Fu Yang to hastily step back, his face turning a bit pale, "Shu Wan, don't be shameless!"

He had kindly given her a way out, yet she still sought danger; if that wasn't madness, what was it!

"Let's go." Shu Wan turned her horse around and walked slowly to the starting line. She looked at Lawrence, "Let me see, this world's number one level you claim to have."

Shu Wan spoke arrogantly and provocatively.

Lawrence, as a veteran in the equestrian world, had faced numerous opponents and heard countless taunts.

But frankly, none had ever exerted the kind of pressure this woman before him did.

Though it defied reason, Lawrence actually hesitated slightly, instinctively looking towards Han Lin, "Mr. Han, I—"

"What? Don't tell me you're afraid of racing a woman. Win this race, and I'll give you three million. Hurry up, I want to go see my horse after this."

With that said by Han Lin, any hesitance in Lawrence's heart evaporated, and he nodded slightly to Shu Wan, "I apologize then."

Both competitors stood at the starting line. Lawrence rode his prize-winning BMW horse, fully geared and professional.

And Shu Wan, dressed casually, without any professional equipment, as leisurely as if she were out for a stroll.

As both prepared, the crowd already knew the outcome.

Seeing Shu Wan so recklessly going ahead, Fu Yang furrowed his brow tightly.

He couldn't persuade Shu Wan, but he knew his father could.

Just as the race was about to start, Fu Yang hesitated for a moment, then pulled out his cell phone and dialed Fu Siyu.

Due to the urgency, Fu Yang accidentally initiated a video call when opening the phone.

Then, on the video, Fu Yang saw Fu Siyu, who hadn't returned to the country in three years.

Facing Fu Siyu's deep eyes, Fu Yang instinctively frowned, "Can't you take care of your woman? She's already showing off enough to sell herself to others."

Fu Siyu's expression darkened compared to when he was woken by Shu Wan earlier.

He squinted slightly, "What's the matter? Explain clearly."

"Shu Wan insists on racing against the world's number one equestrian master, Lawrence. If she loses, she'll go with the Han Family. She's your precious wife. Won't it be embarrassing if the Han Family takes her away? I would be embarrassed even if you aren't."

Even though it was just a phone call with Fu Siyu, Fu Yang couldn't restrain his defiance and insinuated as he spoke.

Fu Siyu gave Fu Yang a cold look and thought for a moment before speaking, "Change the camera direction, let me see."

"The race is about to start, what are you looking at?" Fu Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes, then switched the camera as Fu Siyu instructed, "Oh well, it's not my woman who's about to lose, not my wife being taken away."

While Fu Yang continued his sarcastic remarks, a whistle sounded from not far away.

The race had begun.