Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The young man's sleep was deep and prolonged, and there was still no sound coming from Fu Yang's bedroom even as dinner time approached.

Housekeeper wanted to go up and check, but Shu Wan stopped him, "No need, let him sleep."

With a glance, she knew that Fu Yang had slept for less than an hour the night before, and the lack of sleep was not good for his health.

Housekeeper looked at Shu Wan somewhat surprised, "I thought the Young Madam would want us to drag the Young Master out of bed."

After all, in the past two days, Shu Wan and Fu Yang had been at each other's throats, like fire and water, and naturally, the housekeeper thought Shu Wan would disapprove of Fu Yang sleeping in.

"I do disapprove of him sleeping in, but he needs enough sleep," said Shu Wan, glancing at the time, 7:30 PM, "I'll go call him in an hour."

"Okay then, please go ahead and eat first."

Considering the meals prepared by the Fu Family were indeed delicious, Shu Wan ate with great satisfaction.

After dinner, Shu Wan suddenly remembered something, she called the housekeeper over, "Go and get me some herbal ingredients."

"Are you sick, Young Madam?" Housekeeper quickly asked, "I'll call the doctor over."

"No need, I plan to blend some Calming Tea," Shu Wan explained, "Once I've prepared it, help me deliver the ingredients to Fu Siyu."

Hearing that it was for Fu Siyu, the housekeeper's attitude turned brisk, suddenly very proactive, "Okay, okay, I will find them right away."

After the housekeeper left, Shu Wan stood up and went for a walk in the garden; she had eaten a bit too much and now needed to digest.

The Fu Family's estate was vast, thanks to the development of modern science and technology, their house's decor managed to encompass traditional aesthetics while also promoting modern high-tech features.

Even though there were no lights in the garden, there were ground lamps buried around the flower beds and by the pond, and the fountain exquisitely changed its shape, blooming in the night as occasional droplets mixed with the night wind and splashed onto the face, rather refreshing.

Enveloped by nightfall, with the moon high in the sky, Shu Wan raised her head to look up; the moon above was still the same crescent as it had been a thousand years ago.

For a moment, it was hard to tell if all that surrounded her was but an illusion.

The happenings of these past days could just as well be a dream where she was a nonentity, devoid of a sense of reality in this world.

Just as Shu Wan quietly contemplated while gazing at the moon, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She tapped the screen and raised her eyebrows in surprise; it was a video call from Fu Siyu.

Why was Shu Wan surprised? Because even though she wasn't very familiar with Fu Siyu, she could tell he was someone accustomed to being in a position of power, not someone who often took the initiative to make calls.

In a moment's thought, Shu Wan quickly pressed the answer button, and what filled her view was a clear blue sky with white clouds.

Now she remembered that there was a time difference between her and Fu Siyu; it was night in Imperial City, while it was daytime where he was.

"Are you in the garden?" Fu Siyu's voice came through the video, yet he himself didn't appear on camera; the lens remained focused on the vast grasslands and blue sky with white clouds.

"Yes, I just had dinner and came out for a walk," Shu Wan had never been to the city where Fu Siyu currently was and was somewhat curious, "Where are you?"

The camera panned, and a relaxed herd of fine horses came into view on the video, "I'm at my private ranch, planning to send a horse back for Fu Yang. Since you know your stuff, help me choose one."

Shu Wan looked and commented, "They all seem quite nice, your ranch seems to be of high quality."

Any horse from Fu Siyu's ranch, if brought out, would have been considered tribute-worthy in her previous life.

In fact, they could even surpass tribute quality; after all, thousands of years had passed, and the breeding techniques for fine horses had matured significantly.

Being the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion in her former life, Shu Wan never had the chance to ride such exceptional tribute horses, which were exclusively reserved for the Emperor and the Crown Prince.

Seeing so many all at once really got to me, and I couldn't resist taking a longer look.

There was no image of Fu Siyu in the video, but Shu Wan's was there, and her subtle movements didn't escape Fu Siyu's eyes.

Fu Siyu zoomed in the camera, "Which one do you think suits him?"

After considering, Shu Wan responded, "The one with the jujube-red color, it seems more docile, more suitable for him."

"Good."

Fu Siyu nodded then turned the camera to another horse, "This horse is spirited and stubborn. The horse trainer has been working with it for a month and still can't mount it. Do you have any suggestions?"

Even someone as composed as Shu Wan couldn't help but be captivated by the horse at first sight.

The horses they had seen earlier were already impressive, but those trained by a horse trainer in the paddock still lacked a certain untamed quality.

But this horse was different, large and silver-white, emitting a golden sheen in the sunlight, it tossed its hooves restlessly, standing proud and tall.

"A fine horse," Shu Wan couldn't help but admire, "There is a way, but it's a pity I'm too far away to help you tame it."

"That's perfect, I'm arranging for Fu Yang's horse to be sent back to Imperial City. We might as well transport this one too, and I'll trouble you with the training."

"That's also fine."

It wasn't her horse, but getting to train it for a while was all the same thrilling for Shu Wan. She sounded cheerful when she spoke, the tones slightly rising.

Fu Siyu noticed that.

"By the way, I've canceled Fu Yang's credit cards, just letting you know."

Shu Wan had asked Qin Lv for help with this, knowing he would report it to Fu Siyu, but she still wanted to say it herself, fearing that Fu Siyu would feel sorry for his son after cutting off his allowance.

"I'm aware." At this point, Fu Siyu switched the camera back to himself, his handsome face appearing in the video, his gaze profound, "As for Fu Yang's matters, you have full discretion; no need to consult me."

"Okay."

Shu Wan appreciated people who trusted their delegates completely.

"Your Calming Tea will be shipped out tomorrow."

"Thanks," Fu Siyu nodded, "The housekeeper mentioned you like reading. The library at the estate is small, but I have a private library in Imperial City which you can use."

"I'll take you up on that offer."

The library at the estate wasn't really small, but given Shu Wan's reading speed—ten lines at a glance—it would not last half a month before she'd read through it all.

"Mhm"

Fu Siyu acknowledged with a sound, just about to say something more when Shu Wan glanced at the time, then stood up, "I'm off to find Fu Yang now. Bye."

After a brief pause, Fu Siyu responded with a nod, "Alright, goodbye."

After she spoke, Shu Wan hung up.

On the other end, Fu Siyu's eyes deepened as he looked at the terminated call, then raised his head towards a subordinate, "Prepare to transport the horses to Imperial City today."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

At that moment on the second floor of the estate, Shu Wan was already standing outside Fu Yang's bedroom door.

Considering her experience with forcibly opening doors that morning, this time, before going to sleep, Fu Yang had specifically propped five hydraulic jacks at the door.