Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"Yes," Shu Wan nodded, "Let's come back for lunch together."

"We'll see," Fu Yang pressed down on the accelerator and instantly sped off like the wind.

Sunrise crested above the clouds, bathing the earth in golden light. The morning breeze weaved through the jungle's green leaves, lifting the silver-white hair of the youth.

He rode his motorcycle fearlessly, plunging headlong into the blazing sunshine.

Shu Wan stood her ground, quietly watching as Fu Yang departed until his figure had completely vanished at the end of the road. Only then did Shu Wan withdraw her gaze.

Seeing Shu Wan's silence, the housekeeper thought she was upset by Fu Yang's words, "Young Madam, don't take what the Young Master said to heart."

"It's not worth it," Shu Wan said indifferently.

Having lived two lifetimes and having truly experienced the strife of court and the blood and bone of war, Fu Yang's words could not stir any ripples in her.

From Fu Yang, she saw some of the vigor belonging to this era that she hadn't seen in the feudal age.

Quite good.

Without Fu Yang joining her, Shu Wan went to school by herself.

Although the original owner of her body got into this university, she rarely came to school.

In the original owner's memories, she truly got into the key university in the Imperial City on her own merit.

But during the summer before starting school, the original owner stayed at home for two whole months, and afterward, completely lost confidence in attending school.

Perhaps because those two months were too painful, when Shu Wan tried to access those memories, her head would throb as if it were splitting open, so she decided not to think about it any longer.

She lifted her head and looked out the window. Not far away, the school gates were bustling with numerous students.

The leaf shadows were swaying; youth was at its prime.

Looking at the young faces, Shu Wan's heart, which seemed to have been tempered for too long in the court, also became animated with life.

She got out of the car and walked while taking in the campus scenery.

But Shu Wan had underestimated the killing power of her own face.

To fit the modern student identity, Shu Wan had specifically chosen a simple outfit for today.

Her dress was plain, her hair tied back simply, revealing her snow-white nape.

Her features were delicate and exquisite; even in a crowd, she was a standout, one in ten thousand. Moreover, her eyes, clear as a spring, caught one's gaze the moment they landed on her, making it impossible to look away.

Shu Wan was accustomed to being in a position of power and to being the focus of everyone's attention. She didn't mind the curious or awestruck stares from the people around her.

She walked along the campus path to her classroom. In just ten minutes, she had become thoroughly famous on campus.

By the time Shu Wan arrived at the classroom, it was surrounded by students, packed to the rafters.

Today's class was on ideological education, usually among the subjects with the highest rate of class cutting in universities.

Therefore, when the professor entered the classroom and saw a room full of students, he thought he had gone to the wrong room.

He even stepped out to check the classroom sign before entering again with confusion, "Isn't there still more than a month left before finals? Why is everyone so proactive so early?"

The students chuckled together, and one student, seizing the moment, revealed the truth, "Teacher, there's a fairy among us today, and that's why everyone has come."

The professor, without needing that hint, had already noticed Shu Wan sitting in the front row. Indeed, Shu Wan was so strikingly beautiful that regardless of where she sat, she instantly captured everyone's attention.

The professor had lived half his life and never seen someone with such ethereal grace. He couldn't help but look twice and remarked, "Indeed a fairy, I, too, will catch some of the fairy's aura today."

The professor was always easy-going and enjoyed joking with everyone. His words amused the students, and a kind laughter filled the classroom.

The morning sun filtered through the ivy's green curtain, casting patchy light on the books, and the dancing golden beams, like the students around Shu Wan, were vibrant and full of energy.

Shu Wan's expression softened with a smile as she picked up her pen and wrote her name on the book's front page.

The leaf shadow swayed, shakily enveloping the words "Shu Wan" in gold.

Like a rebirth.

For most students, the ideological education class was for playing with their phones.

But for Shu Wan, it was different. She was like a root buried in the soil, eagerly absorbing all the moisture and nutrients.

No teacher dislikes diligent and eager students, especially those who look like fairies.

In just one class, the professor remembered the student named Shu Wan from his junior year and held a good impression of her.

Thus, after the class, when Shu Wan asked to leave her contact information, the professor did not refuse.

The original owner was a science student, majoring in physics.

After the ideological education class, the next subject was mechanics.

For the full two hours, Shu Wan did not understand a word.