Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan rose from her bed and freshened up before making her way downstairs.

Below, the servants had already prepared breakfast. Surprisingly, the noodles were something Shu Wan was rarely familiar with.

It must have been the sense of familiarity, as Shu Wan, who rarely enjoyed noodles before, had a whole bowl that morning.

After breakfast, Shu Wan took a stroll around the estate.

The Fu Mansion was situated beside a mountain and water, sprawling endlessly. According to the original owner's memory, an estate of this scale was considered supremely powerful in modern times.

However, having grown up in the Imperial Palace and the Prime Minister's Mansion, these sights were not enough to impress Shu Wan.

Although Shu Wan had been married to Fu Siyu for a year, the original owner had been afraid of the Fu Family and had been unwilling to move in after the marriage.

At that moment, seeing Shu Wan's interest in exploring the estate, the housekeeper approached and began to introduce her to the estate.

"The old lady has always lived in the south, and the young master went abroad eight years ago. Currently, there are only the young madam and the young master in the estate. Your room is on the second floor, in the master bedroom."

"Alright, I understand," Shu Wan nodded, "I'll walk around by myself. No need to follow me."

The housekeeper had intended to suggest that it would be better if he accompanied her, but looking into Shu Wan's clear eyes, he suddenly found himself lost for words. "Okay, Young Madam."

Shu Wan wandered around the estate much of the day, finally stopping in the large library where she quietly spent the afternoon.

Books are always the quickest way to learn everything, no matter what era.

The moon rose, accompanied by a gentle breeze. The night in the Imperial City had just begun, but across the ocean, it was three in the morning.

In the Financial City, which influenced the lifeline of the global economy, darkness had taken hold, its lights reflecting coldly off the huge glass dome of the night sky.

The night deepened, and the lights were still on in the top floor office of the World Trade Building.

Behind the desk, a man in a black suit glanced down at the document in front of him. The light around him cast a sculptural, profound presence, like a statue from a Greek temple.

Suddenly, his phone chimed. He turned his head to pick it up. It was a message from the Imperial City: "Young Master, the young madam has moved into the estate."

Accompanying the message was a photo.

Shu Wan leaned against the bookshelf, quietly reading an ancient tome, her long hair falling behind her shoulders, her beauty unmarred by makeup.

She carried a historic depth that could even calm time itself, offering a moment of peace to the soul even through a photo.

The man's gaze lingered on the photo, his eyes narrowing slightly. After a moment, he replied to the message, "Send me her details."

Shu Wan had stayed in the library all day, engrossed in reading, forgetting even to eat until late at night, having only explored the tip of the iceberg in the library.

The information in the books was so vast, Shu Wan couldn't absorb it all at once.

Seeing it was getting late, Shu Wan finally felt a bit sleepy. She put down the book, returned to her room to take a bath, and was just preparing to go to sleep when she received another message demanding payment.

Looking at the rapidly approaching repayment date, Shu Wan felt a headache coming on. She thought long and hard but couldn't find a way to gather enough money in this unfamiliar time.

Unable to find a solution, Shu Wan decided not to think about it anymore, trusting that a way would present itself when needed.

However, she hadn't expected that the way would present itself so soon.

Suddenly, the door was knocked on. Shu Wan lifted her head, "Who is it?"

"Young Madam, it's me. Please come out for a moment," the housekeeper's voice called from outside the door.

The sleepwear in the estate was mostly dresses, and although the customs of this era were more open, Shu Wan still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She draped a coat over herself, wiped her hair, and then went to open the door.

"Young Madam, please come to the study," the young master has called back."

Fu Siyu?

Shu Wan nodded, "Okay, I'll come with you."

When Shu Wan entered the study, she happened to run into Fu Yang coming out.

He was furious, his entire demeanor like an exploded cat, with reddened rings around his eyes—clearly, he had just had a quarrel with his father.

Seeing Shu Wan, Fu Yang huffed heavily, disdainfully rolling his eyes at her, "I knew it, you're in league with Fu Siyu, I will never submit to you."

After speaking, Fu Yang strode away, slamming the door as he entered, the noise echoing so loudly that the floor vibrated even several meters away.

The housekeeper smiled apologetically at Shu Wan, "The young master is just childish, please don't take it personally."

"Not at all."

The two entered the study, the housekeeper adjusted the computer, then pulled out a chair, "Young Madam, please have a seat here."

"Mm."

Shu Wan replied and sat in front of the computer.

The screen displayed a video call, but Shu Wan could only see herself; Fu Siyu's side was pitch black.

Shu Wan didn't know how to adjust it, the housekeeper had already left the study, so she leaned forward to try to make out the words on the screen.

Thus, on the other side of the ocean, Fu Siyu, having just signed some documents, looked up to see Shu Wan's face filling the video screen.

More precisely, her lips.

Shu Wan's lips were beautifully shaped; she had just showered, her skin so delicate it seemed like it could burst, dewy as a peach, which made her red lips even more striking.

Seemingly puzzled by something, she bit her lower lip lightly, leaving a faint mark on her moist lip edge.

Fu Siyu's gaze deepened slightly, his throat involuntarily tightening as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "What are you doing?"

As Fu Siyu spoke, his face also appeared on the screen.

Shu Wan moved back, her eyes fell on the screen, a flicker of awe in her gaze, "Fu Siyu?"

Before Fu Siyu could respond, Shu Wan was already sure; this man was indeed Fu Siyu.

Because in the original owner's memory, Fu Siyu was synonymous with dominance, power, and excellence.

And the man before her, dressed in a black suit, with clear, distinguished features, appeared young, yet those profound eyes seemed as if they could see through everything.

He sat there quietly, exuding a coercive presence of a superior, overwhelming Shu Wan.

An ordinary person would surely feel intimidated by such an aura.

However, he was facing Shu Wan, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who had once replaced her elder brother in commanding thousands of troops, inheriting a commanding presence.

As the two made eye contact, not only did Shu Wan not falter, but she even held her own against Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu was somewhat surprised, "Hello, I am Fu Siyu."

"Hello, I am Shu Wan."