Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

In the bedroom, Fu Yang had actually already woken up. He was just about to get out of bed to find something to eat when he heard footsteps outside.

Fu Yang guessed it was Shu Wan, so he plopped back down to sleep.

He was sure Shu Wan was there to wake him up, but he refused to get up, planning to sleep for a few more hours at least.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and Shu Wan's cool voice came from outside, "Fu Yang, it's time to get up."

Fu Yang covered his head with the blanket. Pfft, as if I agreed to that. Whoever responds is a fool.

Fu Yang didn't answer, and there were no more sounds from outside the door.

It even became eerily quiet.

From the past couple of days spent with Shu Wan, Fu Yang felt that Shu Wan was not the kind of person to give up so easily.

He poked his head out of the covers and looked around.

The windows were sealed, and the door was secured with a jack. Unless he opened the door, not even a bird could take off from here.

Fu Yang lay back down, content. Having gotten the upper hand over Shu Wan for the first time, he started humming happily, "Who's playing a tune on the pipa, 'Breaking the Eastern Wind'…"

No sooner had the word "break" left his mouth than a loud bang shook the entire room.

Fu Yang's first thought was that it was an earthquake. He threw off the covers to get out of bed, but then he realized something wasn't right. Hadn't he turned the lights off? Why was the room so bright?

Fu Yang looked up towards the door and met Shu Wan's eyes standing outside.

And the solid wood door was now completely lying flat on the carpet.

A vein pulsed on Fu Yang's forehead, and in his extreme anger, he unexpectedly calmed down, "Who knocked down my door?"

Shu Wan stepped over the now-wrecked door and entered calmly, replying, "I kicked it down."

"..."

Shu Wan was wearing a simple home dress with silky fabric as soft as mist. As she walked, the hem of her dress brushed against her slender calves and delicate ankles.

Her ankles were so delicate, it seemed as if a breeze could carry away a few whiffs of cloud.

And there on the carpet, lay the door made of solid Phoebe zhennan wood, nearly 5 centimeters thick.

Fu Yang was absolutely stunned. He thought Shu Wan was already twisted, but every time, she managed to escalate the level of twistedness in his mind.

At that moment, even though he was furious, the sight of the pathetic wooden door helped him suppress it somewhat.

He acknowledged one clear fact—he couldn't defeat Shu Wan.

Fu Yang took a deep breath, "What exactly do you want?"

"Get up, come down for dinner, and go to sleep promptly at eleven. I will wake you up at seven tomorrow morning."

"...." Fu Yang was nearly driven mad, but facing Shu Wan's overpowering force, he could only hold it in for the time being, "Go out first, I need to change my clothes."

"Okay."

Once Shu Wan left the room, Fu Yang got straight out of bed and walked to the door to examine it closely. Sure enough, he found a caved-in footprint in the middle.

"What on earth did I do to deserve such a wicked stepmother?"

Outside, Shu Wan was still waiting for him. Fu Yang put on a sweatshirt and some casual sport pants before reluctantly stepping out of the bedroom, "Let's go."

Shu Wan turned to look at him, her gaze lingering on Fu Yang for a moment.

Today, without his bizarre outfits, the simple clothes brought out his naturally handsome face even more, and the cut of the sweatshirt accentuated the youthful vigor typical of his age.

Shu Wan sincerely complimented, "You look quite good in this."

"....."

Although he had agreed to Shu Wan's plan, it didn't mean he was ready to obediently be a puppet for Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.

Holding a grudge over the fact that Shu Wan had kicked down his door, now that he heard Shu Wan say she liked seeing him in a sweatshirt, Fu Yang immediately turned around and went back to his room.

When he came back out, he was wearing a jacket covered in metal accessories and a pair of jeans you couldn't count how many designs were on them.

Shu Wan was surprisingly calm, as long as Fu Yang wasn't prancing around her just wearing a few ribbons like those people in the magazines, she could accept anything else, "Let's go."

Fu Yang felt somewhat defeated when he didn't see any anger or dissatisfaction in Shu Wan's eyes. He gently hooked his little finger on a metal accessory on his clothing, causing a clinking sound to suddenly echo in the quiet space.

Downstairs, Shu Wan sat on the living room sofa reading the newspaper while Fu Yang sat at the dining table eating.

With each bite he took, he glanced at Shu Wan, calm and composed, and felt that something was off everywhere.

"Uncle Wang, come here," Fu Yang waved at the housekeeper, "Do you have any information on Shu Wan? Give me a copy."

"Young Master..."

"Not giving it to me?" Fu Yang squinted his eyes, "It seems you really don't take me seriously, huh."

Even if Fu Yang was still a child, he was the heir of the Fu Family.

Shu Wan wasn't afraid of him, but that didn't mean others weren't.

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I'll find the information for you later."

"Hmph." Fu Yang snorted coldly, setting the spoon in his hand down. The tip of the spoon touched the table, making a dull sound, "Don't try to fool me. I need details down to every single one of her hobbies and habits, otherwise, you know, I have countless ways to make you miserable."

The housekeeper nodded as he stealthily glanced at Shu Wan from afar.

His admiration for Shu Wan escalated enormously in his heart.

This was the woman who could suppress their Young Master, truly remarkable.

By the time Fu Yang finished eating, Shu Wan had already flipped through several rounds of newspapers.

Seeing that Fu Yang was about to head upstairs, Shu Wan called out to him, "I will go to school with you tomorrow."

Hearing this, Fu Yang's face immediately darkened, "Are you crazy? Why would you follow me to school? I've already agreed to your schedule, but don't push your luck."

Shu Wan frowned slightly, "Why? I'm going to school, of course."

Fu Yang paused, "What?"

At this, the housekeeper stepped forward to explain, "Young Master, the Young Madam is currently a junior in college, and your Affiliated High School is exactly affiliated with the college she attends."

Fu Yang frowned even more, "My dad married a college student who hasn't even graduated? He really knows how to have fun."

"Oh my Young Master, please don't say that," the housekeeper hurriedly intervened, fearing Fu Yang might say something even more outrageous.

But Fu Yang kept at it, looking at Shu Wan sarcastically, "Just a junior in college, and already so ambitious. Do your classmates know you married an old man with a son at such a young age?"

"....." The housekeeper wished he were deaf at that moment.

Fu Yang's attacks had no impact on Shu Wan; her focus was on, "Is your dad very old?"

From the two video calls they had, he looked quite young.

"Ha." Fu Yang stared directly at Shu Wan, his eyes full of mockery, "28 years old, not that old, but he had me with someone else at 14, you're really not picky, are you?"

Fu Yang meant to imply that Shu Wan, for the sake of power, married a man who irresponsibly fathered a son at 14.

But Shu Wan didn't care.

Firstly, in her past life, men could marry and start households at 14, and although she knew the modern age for marriage was much later, the concept of having children at 14 didn't shock her.

Secondly, she and Fu Siyu were merely in a business relationship; she didn't care about Fu Siyu, nor what kind of person he was.

"Your dad is rich, handsome, and capable, what more could I ask for?" Shu Wan retorted Fu Yang's words.

Fu Yang gritted his teeth, wanting to argue back but found no grounds to support his case.

He huffed coldly and stormed off.

Watching the calm before the storm, the housekeeper stood aside, silently "taking the essence and discarding the dregs," and reported today's home situation to Fu Siyu in a trimmed down version.

"Young Master, after dinner the Young Master had a casual conversation with the Young Madam, asking why she married you. The Young Madam said you are rich, good-looking, and capable, one in a million, and of course she would want to marry."

Before sending it, the housekeeper struggled internally, but eventually sent it out.

He wasn't making it up; the two hadn't fought, merely had a "casual conversation," and Shu Wan genuinely praised Fu Siyu for being wealthy and good-looking; he was just paraphrasing Shu Wan's original words.

Hmm, he really was a genius.