Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

After hanging up the phone, Shu Wan received the script.

She opened it and roughly understood that acting in TV dramas was similar to the plays of her previous life, only modern filming and recording techniques were much more advanced.

Shu Wan had a strong memory; after quickly skimming through it once, she had memorized all the lines.

For the rest of the time, she pondered how exactly one could "act well."

Shu Wan had never been involved in the acting industry, but she was adept at another kind of "acting."

In her previous life, Shu Wan was the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the designated Crown Princess Consort, also General Shu on the battlefield, as well as a famed strategist and Think Tank.

In an era that absolutely did not allow women to overstep boundaries, Shu Wan had learned from an early age how to live life behind a "mask."

If she did not want others to pry into her emotions, no one could guess what she was thinking.

Fundamentally, it was about transforming herself into another person and merging seamlessly, which had a similar essence to modern acting.

The role Shu Wan was auditioning for actually bore some resemblance to her former identity.

Like being the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, being recognized as the most beautiful woman under the heavens, and being exceptionally talented.

The difference was, this character fell in love with the male lead early on—unrequited love that led her down a dark path.

To obstruct the romance between the male lead and the female lead, this character schemed to seize the male lead's troops and cities, nearly ascending the throne, yet ultimately, due to the female lead's protagonist halo, she was assassinated in a careless moment.

If one removed the plot of falling in love with the male lead and being killed, Shu Wan quite liked the character's personality.

Understanding the character, it was not difficult to want to act well.

Shu Wan pondered specific details, and by evening, she closed the script, feeling there should be no issues.

"Young Madam, the person you instructed to pick up Young Master has brought him back," said the housekeeper, approaching to speak to her as she no longer looked at the script.

"Did he throw a tantrum?"

"Young Master threw quite a fit," the housekeeper said with an awkward smile, "but the bodyguards still managed to bring him back."

"Mm, let's get ready for dinner."

"Okay."

Just as the food was ready, Fu Yang returned.

He was furious, his silver hair messy from the wind, revealing a pair of eyes that shone exceptionally bright with anger.

He slammed his backpack on the table, scattering water bottles and books all over, "Uncle Wang, haven't I told you many times not to let the bodyguards announce outside that I am from the Fu Family?"

Up to now, Fu Yang's classmates only knew that his family had some money, but they didn't know he was from the Fu Family.

He didn't want others to know either.

After school today, Fu Yang intended to go out and enjoy a good meal with some friends, but just as he reached the school gates, he saw a group of bodyguards standing there.

When Fu Yang told them to return, they lined up and called out "Young Master Fu."

With that setup, if Fu Yang didn't leave with them, they seemed ready to cause a huge scene right at the school gates.

He couldn't afford to lose that face.

So Fu Yang came back, carrying a day's worth of resentment.

He, of course, knew that Shu Wan must have orchestrated this behind the scenes, but he couldn't argue against Shu Wan, nor beat her; he could only vent his anger on someone else.

The housekeeper could naturally see he was just the scapegoat, and with a laugh, he said, "Oh, it was my oversight, I didn't instruct them well. Don't worry, Young Master, I'll make sure it won't happen again."

Fu Yang snorted coldly, glancing at the lightly prepared dishes on the table, "Why is the food so bland again today?"

"I mean, it's easy to talk, but after being hungry all day, Fu Yang didn't really mind whether the food was spicy enough or not anymore.

In fact, he even thought that the mild fragrance was enough to whet his appetite.

He sat at the table and didn't wait for Shu Wan; he grabbed the chopsticks and shoveled a mouthful of rice.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the food seemed especially delicious today.

Fu Yang was really hungry, he initially ate quickly, but when he caught a glimpse of Shu Wan eating leisurely across from him, for some inexplicable competitive reason, he slowed down his pace too.

He didn't touch the dishes Shu Wan liked, but he picked up the dishes Shu Wan hadn't touched, one chopstick after another.

Shu Wan naturally noticed his petty thoughts. She slowly finished her meal, and just as Fu Yang was about to put down his chopsticks, she instructed the servant, 'Take away this bitter gourd pork ribs soup, I'm not drinking this. Don't serve it next time.'"

When he heard this, Fu Yang immediately looked up, "Why remove it? I like it, serve me a bowl."

The servant served him a bowl, and just as Fu Yang picked up his spoon, he remembered something.

He suddenly smiled at Shu Wan, the earring hidden in his hair gleaming, a faint canine tooth only visible when he smiled, adding a touch of youthful charm to his otherwise refined face.

"Bitter gourd is good for reducing heat; the stepmother should drink more too."

With that, Fu Yang stood up, served a big bowl for Shu Wan himself, and placed it in front of her.

Shu Wan's gaze briefly paused on the bitter gourd soup, and her eyebrows furrowed, a sight that fell into Fu Yang's eyes, deepening the smile on his face.

"Come on, let's drink it together." Fu Yang sat back down. "So Fu Siyu won't say I'm rude again. Look how nice I am, even specially serving you soup."

With that, Fu Yang raised his bowl towards Shu Wan.

Hesitating for a moment, Shu Wan finally picked up her spoon and drank the soup sip by sip.

Seeing Shu Wan's slightly furrowed brow, Fu Yang felt slightly relieved.

Although he never liked bitter gourd, seeing Shu Wan drink it reluctantly made the bitter gourd soup seem less bitter to him.

He lifted his head and drank half a bowl in one go, after all, he hated bitter gourd the most and wanted to minimize the time it lingered in his mouth.

However, after swallowing half a bowl, Fu Yang was somewhat surprised.

It wasn't the culinary disaster he had imagined.

In fact, there was a faint aftertaste and an unidentified refreshing fragrance.

Strange.

Fu Yang slowed down, took a small sip, and indeed, it really wasn't bitter.

While it didn't stir up an appetite as spicy foods did, it certainly wasn't off-putting.

Having finished the soup, Fu Yang complimented the kitchen, "Today's food is quite good; it's tastier than before."

"Then you should thank the Young Madam." Shu Wan wanted to intercept but was too late, the housekeeper immediately picked up after Fu Yang, "The Young Madam had some herbs added to the dishes to change the flavor, and the effect was very good. Young Master, you found it delicious, didn't you?"

"......" Fu Yang turned his head to look at Shu Wan, scoffed softly, and stubbornly retorted, "Can't you tell I was being sarcastic? It's terribly awful, I thought so, it's getting worse, if it continues like this, might as well fire them all."

The housekeeper didn't respond, just silently glanced at the rice pot which had been mostly devoured by Fu Yang.

Fu Yang also noticed the housekeeper's gaze; he also looked at the noticeably empty rice pot, remembering the three bowls of rice he had just eaten.

He cleared his throat softly, put down his chopsticks, "Do you think I ate so much because it was tasty? I'm young, still growing, even if I'm not hungry I could eat a whole pot, of course, you old folks wouldn't understand that."

After saying that, Fu Yang turned and walked upstairs.

His silhouette and posture exuded a carefree and justified air.

If only his ears weren't so conspicuously red."