Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"Since you've already given your allowance to the servant just now, starting today until the 24th of next month, you won't have any extra pocket money."

"Like I care," Fu Yang curled his lips, heading straight upstairs. "I'm going to sleep."

"Wait," Shu Wan stopped him."

"What's with all the fuss?" Fu Yang turned around impatiently. "Can't you just say everything at once?"

"What day of the week is it today?"

"How would I know? Don't you have a phone to check the calendar yourself?"

Shu Wan took out her phone and showed the screen to Fu Yang. "It's only Wednesday today. Shouldn't you be at school?"

"How novel," commented Fu Yang, who was only 14 but already around six feet tall. From the higher step, he looked down with a sense of superiority. "What's the use of school? I could buy an entire school with just one of my watches. Teach me? They're not worthy."

"And you, don't think that just because you've got a bit of power from my dad, you can boss me around. You're also not worthy."

With that, Fu Yang went upstairs without looking back.

The standoff between the two left the housekeeper and servants almost scared to death.

After Fu Yang disappeared on the second floor, followed by a loud sound of a door slamming.

The housekeeper stood next to Shu Wan, observed her expression, and cautiously advised, "Young Madam, the Young Master is still a child. Please don't stoop to his level."

"He's 14, not that young."

Shu Wan looked up towards Fu Yang's room.

In her past life, boys at the age of 14 could already be independent and achieve great things.

At 14, she had led 50,000 elite troops to victory in the battle of Jinchuan.

Fu Yang's character had been largely shaped by everyone indulging him with the excuse that he was still a child.

Thinking of what Fu Yang had just said, Shu Wan lightly tapped her finger on the sofa. "Go open his bedroom door."

The housekeeper hesitated. "Young Madam, the Young Master will definitely get angry. He doesn't allow anyone to barge into his room."

"Didn't Fu Siyu tell you?" Shu Wan turned her head and gave the housekeeper a quiet look.

Despite being a young girl, the authority and pressure from that glance were something not even the experienced housekeeper could withstand.

His heart faltered, and he quickly nodded, "Okay, I'll have someone open the door right now."

Sure enough, as the housekeeper anticipated, as soon as he opened the door, a vase flew out from inside.

The housekeeper quickly stood in front of Shu Wan sheltering her and stepped back, the next second, pillows, cups, a computer, and a phone were thrown out.

Inside the room, Fu Yang glared fiercely at Shu Wan. "Aren't you annoying?"

The housekeeper tried to protect Shu Wan, but she pushed aside his arm and walked straight towards Fu Yang.

As Fu Yang was about to make a move, Shu Wan flicked her ankle, and a piece of broken porcelain flew up, shattering a vase on the table, and Fu Yang immediately calmed down.

He rubbed his hair in irritation and looked at Shu Wan resentfully. "What exactly do you want?"

"Follow the plan, and I won't do anything more to you."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful Shu Wan before him, for the first time in his life, Fu Yang felt utterly powerless.

He could neither fight nor argue with her, and his father had given all the authority to Shu Wan.

He had not slept well last night, and the morning's exertions had left him exhausted; now, all Fu Yang wanted was a good sleep.

He extended his hand to Shu Wan. "I agree, okay? Give me the plan, we'll start it tomorrow. Can I go to sleep now?"

Shu Wan gestured for the housekeeper to hand the plan to Fu Yang. "Remember what you said."

After Shu Wan and the others left, Fu Yang looked at the mess on the floor and then at the plan, hitting the bed in frustration.

How could there be someone as troublesome as Shu Wan!!