Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Almost everyone present had imagined how the race would unfold: one like an arrow shot from a bow and the other like a turtle crawling, a gap as vast as heaven and earth.

But what they hadn't anticipated was that this gap was very distinct; the difference between heaven and earth indeed existed. However, that "earth" turned out to be Lawrence, the world's number one.

And that "heaven" was Shu Wan.

Lawrence was a professional athlete; all his movements were quite professional and highly skilled.

In comparison, Shu Wan strolled idly, occasionally tugging at the reins, appearing effortlessly.

Yet her horse consistently stayed a head faster than Lawrence's.

It felt like she wasn't giving it her all, just leisurely toying with Lawrence.

Lawrence, of course, realized this. Watching Shu Wan always being a step ahead, Lawrence, who had been the world's number one for so many years, felt his pride wounded for the first time.

He had always prided himself as a favorite son of heaven, never taking anyone seriously, let alone a mere woman from Hua Country. Losing to her would be a great humiliation.

Lawrence pursed his lips and suddenly gave a fierce shout, abandoning all principles of racing safely and clamping down fiercely on his horse's belly.

The horse, startled, charged forward rapidly. Lawrence held tight to the reins, pulling so hard that deep marks were left on the horse's neck.

Though the horse's behavior was extremely unstable now, its speed had genuinely increased, and it finally passed Shu Wan.

With the finish line in sight, Lawrence's lips curled up; victory was still his.

However, his happiness lasted only for a second. In the next moment, Shu Wan's horse caught up and left him far behind, crossing the finish line first.

She did not leave immediately but turned her horse around. As Lawrence was about to cross the finish line, she pulled the reins tight.

Her horse reared up, causing Lawrence's horse to panic and backpedal, uncontrollable no matter how Lawrence pulled the reins. It even turned and ran back toward the starting line.

This scene was very much like Lawrence scaring Fu Yang; it was clear to any discerning observer that Shu Wan was avenging Fu Yang.

Seeing this, Fu Yang, as the person involved, naturally felt his grievances had been redressed. But before a smile could form on his lips, thinking of Shu Wan colluding with his father, meddling in his affairs, he suppressed the smile.

The outcome of the race was so unexpected; Han Lin was nearly driven mad. He rushed over to Lawrence, "Aren't you the world's number one?! How can you not even beat a woman?!"

Lawrence did not want to admit it, but he had to acknowledge that there was a vast gap between him and Shu Wan.

Shu Wan did not seem like a professional contestant. Her horsemanship appeared natural. She rode not to show off in a competition but with a raw wildness, a strength that could not possibly be developed in a training ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Han, I—"

"It's best two out of three, and it's only a tie right now," Han Lin interrupted Lawrence before he could finish, "You must win this last one for me, or you won't have any sponsorship for the next season. Do you hear?!"

"I understand, I'll do my best." Lawrence nodded, looking inadvertently at Shu Wan and meeting her cool gaze, which made his heart inwardly falter.

After that race, Shu Wan instantly became the focus of the entire venue.

Initially, only a few people were watching the race, but when word got out that a woman had beaten Lawrence, the world number one, soon after, the area was crowded with spectators.

"So this young girl beat Lawrence? He must have let her win, right? With her skinny arms and legs, it doesn't seem likely at all."

"I also think Lawrence let her win. Our country doesn't have great equestrians, let alone one who has defeated a champion. It's impossible."

The onlookers were full of confidence in Lawrence, but he himself started sweating coldly.

Standing on the world stage had never frightened him, but now he was feeling somewhat fearful.

"Are you both ready?"

The referee walked between the two horses, making the pre-race inquiries.

"We are ready."

"Okay, get ready."

The referee spoke, nodded slightly to Han Lin, then picked up the whistle, walked around, and moved to the outside of Shu Wan. He blew the whistle with all his might.

He was too close to the ears of the horse that Shu Wan rode, so when the whistle blew, Lawrence's horse had already charged forward, but Shu Wan's horse reared up and neighed in fright on the spot.

This round was a do-or-die for Lawrence. From the beginning, he accelerated extremely fast.

By the time Shu Wan settled her racehorse, Lawrence had already covered a significant distance.

In an international race, that distance meant there was no chance of turning the tables.

Seeing this, the crowd shook their heads, "It looks like Lawrence was being a gentleman to that lady just now."

Before the crowd finished speaking, they heard Shu Wan shout "Drive!"

In the next second, her horse leapt into the air, clearing several hurdles consecutively. Shu Wan sat upright on it, her heroic posture and flowing black hair shining in the sunlight that cast a golden glow on her.

The horse, under her command, soared like a dragon entering the sea. It effortlessly jumped over the racetrack obstacles, leaving Lawrence far behind.

Lawrence had only finished half when Shu Wan already reached the finish line.

Seeing that graceful figure seated on the horse, how could Lawrence not realize that she hadn't taken it seriously in their previous round? This round showed her true strength.

He was no match for her.

Realizing this fact, Lawrence's face fell as he bowed his head, no longer wanting to continue the rest of the race, "I am outmatched. I concede."

Lawrence's surrender completely shocked everyone.

So much so that even Fu Yang was stunned by Shu Wan's performance.

It wasn't until Han Lin angrily brought the purebred horse in front of him that Fu Yang snapped out of it, and with schadenfreude, looked at Han Lin, "So this is the world's number one you brought in? He's nothing special."

Han Lin's face turned ashen and flushed from Fu Yang's mocking. He glared at Fu Yang, "What are you proud of? Winning thanks to a woman is nothing to brag about."

"What's wrong with a woman?" Fu Yang sneered, "You look down on women that much, weren't you born from a woman? Wow, does the Han family have the skill to bear children as men? That's really enlightening."

"You!!" Han Lin was furiously choked by Fu Yang's words, not only losing the horse but also facing humiliation under all these watchful eyes. He threw the horse's reins in front of Fu Yang, "We'll see!"

With that, Han Lin turned and left.

Indeed a purebred horse specially transported back to the country, the horse Han Lin had brought, had long, powerful legs, a robust body, and its coat gleamed subtly, making it an exceptional horse.

Fu Yang couldn't help but touch it a couple of times and was just about to try riding it when he saw Shu Wan walking towards him.

Fu Yang quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat feigningly indifferent, "This horse is just average. You put so much effort into the competition, I won't thank you for it."

Shu Wan glanced at him then took the reins, "Oh, I quite like it. Since you don't, I'll take this horse."

With that, Shu Wan led the purebred horse away.

Watching the outstanding horse being taken away, Fu Yang felt heartbroken, but he remained composed on the surface, even mockingly said, "Ha, picking up what I discarded."

As Shu Wan and the magnificent horse disappeared from sight, the composed expression finally collapsed from Fu Yang's face.

My exceptional horse!! Shu Wan really conflicts with me!

Enraged, Fu Yang grabbed his cellphone preparing to leave.

But a glance at the screen made him freeze. Why was the video call still not disconnected??

Fu Yang opened his phone, and there was his dad's stern face still in the video.

"..." Fu Yang frowned, "Why haven't you hung up?"

Fu Siyu looked up, his cold gaze fixed on Fu Yang, "Did you fail all your subjects in last exam again?"

"What's it to you." Fu Yang rolled his eyes, "The busy Mr. Fu still has time to bother about me?"

With that, before Fu Siyu could reply, Fu Yang hung up the phone.