Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

At this moment, the car was passing through a stretch of mountain road with poor conditions, winding so much that Shu Wan felt like throwing up.

She opened her eyes, glanced at Fu Yang, suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, and calmly said, "Why are you asking that?"

"He gave you how much money, I will give you double," Fu Yang took out a bank card, "As long as you stand by my side, you can have as much money as you want."

"How much pocket money do you get every month?"

"No limit, probably no more than a billion, my dad won't even care."

Fu Siyu was overseas all year round, and the Fu Family's assets were substantial, so when it came to money, he was not harsh with Fu Yang.

"Uh-huh." Shu Wan nodded, then closed her eyes again.

Fu Yang waited for a while, but seeing that Shu Wan did not respond, he knocked on the table again, "Shu Wan, what do you mean? I am talking to you, do you agree or not?"

"You don't have that much money to give me."

"Your appetite is that big? A billion a month is not enough for you?" Fu Yang frowned before he spoke again after a long moment, "Then how much do you want? I will think about it."

But Shu Wan did not answer his question, she closed her eyes and slept soundly.

Fu Yang took a deep breath, turned over in frustration, his back facing Shu Wan, and closed his eyes as well.

This woman was impervious to oil and salt; life with her was impossible.

Under this eerie calm, the two returned to the estate together.

Shu Wan got out of the car, but Fu Yang did not.

Shu Wan turned back, "Where are you going?"

"None of your business." Fu Yang crossed his legs arrogantly, looking provocatively at Shu Wan. The sunlight landed on his silver-white hair and silver diamond earring, reflecting a brilliant light.

Shu Wan took a planning schedule from the housekeeper and placed it inside the car, "Whenever you come to your senses, come find me."

Fu Yang glanced at the schedule, then lifted his leg and rolled his foot over it a couple of times until the schedule was crumpled into waste paper, it was only then that Fu Yang looked up and smiled at Shu Wan, "In your dreams."

Shu Wan was not annoyed and turned to walk toward the estate. After all, within two hours, Fu Yang would come back to find her on his own.

By afternoon, the sunlight was warm and mellow.

Because of car sickness, Shu Wan had not eaten much at noon, so the kitchen made her a cooling rose and coconut water jelly.

Shu Wan leaned on the sofa, eating bite by bite, the amazement hard to hide in her eyes.

In her previous life, Shu Wan was born in the Prime Minister's Mansion and frequently entered the Imperial Palace, where she had tasted the culmination of the world's finest foods.

But compared to modern varieties, whether it was ingredients or cooking methods, they were far inferior.

Moreover, the Fu Family hired a famous chef who used the best ingredients, creating dishes that Shu Wan had mostly never tasted.

The faint fragrance of roses spread on the tip of her tongue, and the freshness of coconut water was just right to dissolve the flowery sweetness, colliding into a distinctive fresh scent.

The dizziness brought on by car sickness was alleviated by the comfort of the delicious food.

In her hand was exquisite food, and outside the window was a beautiful garden scene; if not for the angry footsteps that were getting closer and closer, it would have been a lovely afternoon.

Unfortunately.

"Shu Wan!" Fu Yang stormed into the living room, ignoring the housekeeper and servants' attempts to stop him, and went straight to Shu Wan.

Seeing her leisurely eating, the anger in Fu Yang's heart grew even fiercer; he stretched out his hand intending to smash the bowl in Shu Wan's hand.

But as soon as he reached out, he found himself unable to move.

Acupoints again!!

Fu Yang took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing his anger, "Shu Wan, release me!"

Shu Wan calmly took another bite, "Will you speak properly then?"

Fu Yang clenched his teeth tightly, "I promise I won't lay a hand on you."

Only then, did Shu Wan extend her hand and release Fu Yang's acupoint.

Feeling he could finally move, Fu Yang flexed his wrists. Seeing Shu Wan looking down and eating her food, an idea struck him, and he quickly reached out his hand.

However, he hadn't anticipated that Shu Wan was already expecting this.

She slightly lifted her foot, and Fu Yang, who paid no attention, directly fell onto the sofa beside him.

Having been trifled with over and over, Fu Yang clenched his fists, but remembering he couldn't beat Shu Wan, he struggled for a moment before letting his hand drop, "I have a question for you."

"Speak."

"Was it you who got my dad to stop my credit card?"

Today at noon, he had planned to treat his friends to a meal, but when it came time to pay, his card wouldn't go through.

Fu Yang's card had no spending limit, so there could be only one reason it wasn't working—it had been stopped.

"It wasn't me, your dad doesn't know, I stopped it."

"What right do you have to stop my card?" Fu Yang widened his eyes, "The bank actually listens to you?"

"Why wouldn't they?" Shu Wan glanced at Fu Yang, "I'm your guardian now, fully responsible for everything about you. How much money you should get each month, I have the final say."

Fu Yang hadn't expected his dad would grant Shu Wan such substantial authority, but with people under the eaves, Fu Yang could only force a smile, "Then how much do you plan to give me?"

Shu Wan had already thought this through. Having finished her dessert, she set down the bowl and wiped her hands with a wet cloth, "Considering you have food and shelter at home and still have to attend classes at school, five thousand yuan a month is enough. If you have other expenses, you can report them to me for approval. If I agree, you can ask the housekeeper to transfer the money to you."

"Five million yuan?" Fu Yang, habitually thinking the figures Shu Wan spoke of were in the millions, asked in disbelief, "Are you that generous?"

"You've mistaken the unit," Shu Wan corrected him, "It's five thousand yuan."

"Five thousand yuan?" Fu Yang was shocked, "Are you insane? Five thousand yuan isn't even enough to buy a pair of shoes."

"Concerning your allowance, it's flexible," Shu Wan added, "depending on your performance. If you behave well, it can increase; if not, it will be cut."

Though Shu Wan was from ancient times, her educational philosophy had an origin in both ancient and modern times. In her previous life, Bailu Academy also restricted the students' spending.

Without a concept of income, they only gave students the necessary living expenses to immerse them in ordinary life to understand the common people's hardships.

Yet, if they solely employed adversity as a means of teaching, they would end up nurturing scholars reeking of petty household spirit. So once the students understood the concept of money, Bailu Academy would naturally ease the restrictions on them.

This was also Shu Wan's plan for Fu Yang.

Still only 14 years old, Fu Yang couldn't understand Shu Wan's intentions. He simply felt she was deliberately suppressing his allowance.

"Are you handing out money to beggars?" Fu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at Shu Wan, "I'll tell you now, I won't take the plan, and as for your five thousand yuan, whoever wants it can have it. This young master doesn't give a damn."

"Really don't care? Then shall I give it as a bonus to the servants?"

"Do what you want." Fu Yang snorted coldly, not taking the restriction on his allowance to heart at all.

So what if there's no money on the card? The house is full of antiques, and more importantly, as the Fu Family's only young master, countless people would compete to offer him money if he desired it.

The pride of youth was impossible to hide, and with just one glance, Shu Wan knew exactly what Fu Yang was planning.

"You could also steal things from home to sell, or ask others for money," Shu Wan spoke up, "That's your business, but Fu Siyu's son, the Fu Family's only heir, surely wouldn't stoop to such embarrassing actions, right?"

"..." Fu Yang was well aware this was Shu Wan's way of provoking him, but he was still goaded by her words, "What kind of person do you think I am? I wouldn't stoop to such tasteless acts."

Watching Fu Yang lift his chin slightly, his face full of defiance, a rare smile seeped into the depths of Shu Wan's eyes.

A rebellious youth, arrogant and self-assured, untamed and stubborn.

Yet, also spirited, as free as the wind,

by following the wind's direction, one can always find that subtle thread hidden amid the flourish and bluster.

In fact, he was quite easy to steer.