Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

No matter the method, Fu Yang had his dinner in the end.

Shu Wan withdrew her gaze, finishing the last bit of bitter melon soup, then took the spoon and served herself another half bowl.

She not only didn't dislike this kind of food, on the contrary, she quite enjoyed it.

After eating and having her soup, Shu Wan dried her hands and looked up at the clock. Seeing that the hour hand pointed at 7, she tilted her head towards the direction of the staircase.

A loud door opening sound echoed, and Fu Yang appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Shu Wan, was it you who had someone cut off my internet signal?!"

He had just turned on his computer to play a couple of games but couldn't connect to the network after trying for a long time.

He had even disassembled his computer several times, and it was only then that he realized that it might not be an equipment issue, but someone had disconnected the internet.

"Right," Shu Wan nodded, "According to the plan, every day from 7 to 7:30 pm is for walking, not for playing games."

Fu Yang clicked his tongue impatiently, "Come on, who goes for a walk after dinner? Uncle Wang at his age doesn't even have that habit, are you an old person?"

The innocent Housekeeper silently adjusted his glasses. Although he looked old, he wasn't quite at the age of an elderly person yet.

Shu Wan indifferently walked out, "If you intend to go back on your word, then you might as well stay upstairs."

"..." This taunting was as blatant as could be, but for the proud young Fu Yang, he wouldn't admit he went back on his word in front of Shu Wan for anything.

He hesitated for a moment, but eventually slid down the staircase.

It was already seven o'clock, and because it was summer, although the sun had already set, the outside was not yet dark.

Shu Wan leisurely strolled along the Estate's pathways, followed by a visibly annoyed Fu Yang.

Shu Wan's height was 168, while Fu Yang was nearly 180. He walked behind her, and from his angle, Shu Wan looked slender and fragile.

Fu Yang couldn't figure out how her delicate wrist could have possibly managed to haul him up.

The Estate was lush with greenery and dotted with rivers and lakes that ran through the entire grounds. The air was quite fresh in the evening.

The summer twilight was also beautiful to behold, large swathes like burning brocade, set against the backdrop of luxurious woods, small bridges, and flowing water.

For Fu Yang, who spent his days immersed in games and bars, it felt like tearing a small hole in a sealed, stuffy space and letting in wisps of fresh air.

Actually, the physical sensation was quite pleasant.

But mentally, it was quite frustrating.

To think that he, the Young Master of the Fu Family, not only couldn't eat what he wanted but also had to live an elderly person's life with early bedtimes and early rises—and more outrageously, now someone had unplugged his internet cable.

Was there any other wealthy second-generation who lived more stiflingly than him?

Fu Yang wandered along with Shu Wan, kicking at the pebbles beside his feet out of sheer boredom.

A stone hit the water, splashing. A few droplets landed on Shu Wan, causing her to frown subconsciously.

Fu Yang quickly picked up on Shu Wan's reaction. His eyes gleamed as he went to the side and collected several stones, throwing them one by one into the water.

This time Fu Yang put more strength behind it. The resulting water spray was not small like before. A large spray splashed, soaking the hem of Shu Wan's skirt.

When Shu Wan turned her head to look, Fu Yang provocatively raised his eyebrow at her, his silver hair glowing in the twilight, "What's the matter? You're going to control me playing with water too?"

Shu Wan ignored him and kept walking.

But Fu Yang, as if encouraged, not only kept picking up stones to throw into the water but also hopped about, pulling on fruit-laden tree branches, tearing apart colorful flowers and scattering them everywhere.

When it was 7:30 pm, and they returned to the living room,

Shu Wan's originally white dress was not only soaked but also stained with various colors of green, yellow, red, turning what should've been an irregular smear of color into an outfit of unique beauty, thanks to her outstanding face and demeanor.

As for Fu Yang, he wasn't drenched, but after jumping around for nearly half an hour, he had worked up a sweat, making his previously styled hair stick to his forehead, which strangely made him look a bit more obedient.

"My heavens, did it rain outside?" exclaimed the Housekeeper, stunned, "Young Madam, you're all wet."

Fu Yang glanced triumphantly at Shu Wan, wiping the sweat from his face, revelling in disaster, "Little Mother, walking with you is really fun. Let's continue together tomorrow, shall we?"