Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The housekeeper waited outside for a while and, seeing no one come out, started to worry about Shu Wan's safety. He walked with the bodyguard toward the inside, thinking of offering Shu Wan some help.

He had barely taken two steps before he saw Shu Wan carrying Fu Yang out.

Although only 14, Fu Yang was tall for his age, now standing at about 180 cm.

Shu Wan's hands, beautiful as jade in a display window, delicate and fragile, who could have imagined they possessed such strength.

Yet it was these hands that subdued the usually haughty and arrogant Young Master.

Seeing Fu Yang restrained by Shu Wan, fury in his eyes with nowhere to vent, the housekeeper felt the urge to laugh but dared not show it, "Young Madam, the young master he—"

"Uncle Wang! Hurry up and let this woman let me down, I see you all must be tired of living!!"

Fu Yang felt even more humiliated seeing the housekeeper; he wanted to struggle free but found himself completely devoid of strength.

"Never mind him, let's go home."

Shu Wan casually stuffed Fu Yang into the car and then sat down herself.

"Alright."

The housekeeper got into the passenger seat and motioned the driver to start the car.

Living his life this way, Fu Yang had never been so thoroughly ignored. He looked at Shu Wan indignantly, "What drug did you give me to make me like this? Does my dad know how vicious you are?"

"If your dad knew I dragged you home from the bar, he'd probably thank me."

Having just arrived in this era, Shu Wan found everything about it quite interesting. She flipped through the magazine in her hand while calmly responding to Fu Yang.

Fu Yang was taken aback but still couldn't let it go, "I can't move, release me!"

"If you promise not to make a fuss anymore, I will let you go."

"I—" Fu Yang was about to agree but then felt Shu Wan was speaking to him as if he were a child, which immediately displeased him, "When has this Young Master ever caused trouble? I order you to release me right now."

Shu Wan ignored him.

Fu Yang was furious, but with his limbs incapable of exerting any force and maintaining the same position for a long time, his shoulders hurt terribly.

Less than ten minutes later, Fu Yang bit his lip and deliberately softened his voice, "I'll agree to your terms, just let me go first; my hand hurts so much, it feels dislocated."

Without even looking up, Shu Wan reached out and touched a spot on Fu Yang's chest, and he found he could move again.

He shook his arms, found a more comfortable position, and rested his legs on the table, his shoes less than an arm's length from Shu Wan.

It was disrespectful, but Shu Wan paid no attention to his provocation.

She quietly read the magazine, somewhat puzzled that these models could wear a few strips of cloth and confidently appear in a magazine shoot.

The bar was dim earlier, and Fu Yang hadn't had a good look at Shu Wan.

Now, not far from each other, Fu Yang's gaze involuntarily drifted toward Shu Wan.

She wore a simple white knit top, her hair casually tied up to reveal a slender neck, her features clear and unparalleled, made even more striking without makeup.

Shu Wan was quite aloof, but her aloofness was not just cold detachment; it was an elegance born of being steeped in history and weathered by time, an allure standing apart from the world.

Quietly reading her book, the light falling on her frosty, snow-like face seemed to pause time itself for a moment.

Going out and telling anyone would be incredible, that such a woman could pick him up single-handedly.

Remembering the embarrassing scene just then, Fu Yang could not swallow his pride, "Hey, Shu Wan, what trick did you use to immobilize me just now?"

"Acupoint," Shu Wan admitted without evasion.

"Acupoint?!" Fu Yang was dumbfounded, "You know acupoint techniques?"

No, where on earth did his dad find such a miraculous woman?

"Hmm, is there a problem?" Shu Wan shifted her gaze away from the magazine.

After browsing through an entire fashion magazine, Shu Wan had come to accept Fu Yang's head of silver-white hair.

At least Fu Yang was wearing clothes that covered his body and wasn't wandering around in just a few strips of cloth.

Fu Yang wanted to retort that Shu Wan was spouting nonsense, but remembering his recent state of weakness, he felt the words stuck in his throat, unable to speak them.

"Do you know what your status is? How dare you speak to me like this — you're taking yourself too seriously."

"I am your father's wife, legally married, with a marriage certificate. You can check if you'd like."

"So what? My dad doesn't even like you; you're just a nameholder."

"A legal guardian is still a guardian."

"Pfft," Fu Yang laughed in frustration, realizing he was simply no match for Shu Wan in an argument.

Fu Yang turned his head away, choosing to go silent.

However, after a short moment, seeing Shu Wan's reflection in the car window quietly reading her book, Fu Yang's irritation flared again.

He grabbed the remote control, pressing it a couple of times, and instantly the song "The Phoenix" blasted through the car stereo.

The anxious drumbeats, the rapid rhythm, and the heavy metal style surged into the ear canals, overwhelming.

Fu Yang cranked up the music, filling the entire car with sound, drowning out even the housekeeper's voice.

Holding the remote control, Fu Yang knew that the driver wouldn't dare to disobey him.

Fu Yang smugly raised his eyebrows at Shu Wan, "I just like this kind of music. You can't strip me of my tastes, can you?"

Shu Wan glanced at him indifferently, then lowered her head and continued reading the magazine.

Watching Shu Wan's composed profile, Fu Yang hummed softly, curious how long she could keep up her act.

Fu Yang turned up the music, choosing particularly fast-paced rock songs, which even for him, after about five minutes, caused a faint ache in his ears.

But thinking that the usually tranquil Shu Wan must be finding it even more intolerable, he decided to endure.

On the one hand, Fu Yang was getting a headache from the loud music; on the other, Shu Wan wasn't affected at all.

Because she had temporarily sealed off her hearing with an acupoint technique.

At this moment, she couldn't hear the outside world, absorbed in her own thoughts, pondering her current situation.

She had read some supernatural and fantastical novels before and always thought the idea of resurrection was made up.

Yet, the foreign environment and memories in her mind that were not hers told her that she had resurrected into a woman with the same name as hers, a thousand years later.

The original owner of the body had already gotten married; her husband was the eldest young master of the Imperial City's Fu Family, but since he was mostly working overseas, the original Shu Wan had never met him.

Yesterday marked one year since the original Shu Wan had joined the Fu Family. Though her husband was distant and her stepson rude, her life at the Fu Family was relatively better compared to her original family.

But last night, the original soul had passed away quietly, allowing her, a spirit from another world, to take over this body.

With so many memories crowding her mind, it was hard for Shu Wan to figure out why the original owner had died. Every time she thought about the previous night, her head would throb with pain, instinctively causing her to look out of the window.

Back in her previous dynasty, curfews were enforced at night; after the second night watch, the streets were devoid of people.

But here it was already eleven in the evening, and the streets were still brightly lit, filled with cars and people.

From the original owner's memories, Shu Wan knew that this era had relaxed its constraints on women, but actually seeing it was still astonishing.

Men and women were both drivers; female employees worked in shops, and young girls wore short sleeves and shorts that would have been punishable by death in her time, now openly walking the streets.

The car radio broadcasted news reports, "Tu **'s team successfully developed artemisinin," "Yu **'s research group shocked the world with the successful cultivation of human stem cells using non-cloning techniques," "Guo ** achieved championship victory in the world championships"...

One by one, outstanding women stepped from behind the scenes to the forefront, reminding Shu Wan of what everyone in her past life had always emphasized, "A woman must not show her face; no matter your talents, they can only be known through your brother."

And now, Shu Wan suddenly felt a glimmer of anticipation for this world, a thousand years later.