Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Because of her habits from a previous life, Shu Wan, upon arriving here, still preferred clothes made of real silk.

The silk nightgown she wore was light and thin; its pale aquamarine hue was originally quite elegant, but Shu Wan's skin was too pale, so pale that it seemed to shine through the fabric of the gown.

The fine straps of the garment further accentuated the delicate beauty of her shoulder blades, which resembled the wings of a butterfly.

With a gentle wave of her bare hand, her fingers, like delicate jade bamboo, shone luminescent in the light, and her hair, lifted by a soft breeze, brushed past her ears and neck before finally resting on her fair shoulders.

Fu Siyu's gaze deepened, his hand unconsciously tightening on the documents he held.

On the other side of the screen, Shu Wan sat for a short while until sleepiness washed over her like a tide. She yawned and got up to return to her own room.

As for when the video call was actually disconnected, only Wanyue knew.

Having gone to bed late, Shu Wan got up a bit late the next day.

But even if she got up late, she still rose earlier than Fu Yang.

She sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper, and asked the housekeeper, "Has Fu Yang not gotten up yet?"

"Not yet." Having just received instructions from Fu Siyu the night before, the housekeeper now treated Shu Wan with great respect, "The Young Master usually gets up at around one in the afternoon."

"Hmm," Shu Wan quickly scanned the newspaper before turning the page, "Do you have paper and a brush?"

"Yes, I'll go get them now."

The housekeeper turned to retrieve the paper and brush, but after just one step, Shu Wan called out to him again, "I want a writing brush."

"Ah?" The housekeeper paused for a moment, but quickly understood, "Alright."

Before long, the housekeeper returned with the paper and brush. He wanted to speak to Shu Wan, but upon seeing her eating breakfast, he held his tongue.

The housekeeper questioned himself; he had lived more than fifty years and had seen many things, but he had never encountered someone quite like Shu Wan.

Her appearance was unparalleled among all those he had encountered.

What was most astonishing was the unique poise she embodied in every movement.

Just like now, as she quietly sat there eating her breakfast, slowing down time itself in front of his eyes, unfolding a scene like an ancient painting of a court lady.

The housekeeper didn't understand why, but he subconsciously took out his phone and snapped a photo, which he then sent to Fu Siyu.

The moment the photo was sent, the housekeeper realized it was inappropriate.

After all, Fu Siyu hated it when others acted presumptuously. He intended to retract it, but just then, Fu Siyu replied, "Hmm."

It was a simple word, but the housekeeper understood that Fu Siyu wasn't blaming him, but rather tacitly approving the action.

Raising his head, the housekeeper glanced at Shu Wan, who had finished her meal and was wiping her hands, and he couldn't help but feel that Shu Wan might truly have the potential to become the real Young Madam.

Sensing the housekeeper's gaze on her, Shu Wan turned her head, "Have you brought the things?"

"I have."

With those words, the housekeeper placed the brush and paper on the living room table.

Shu Wan walked over to the table and wrote down a few lines.

At first, the housekeeper thought Shu Wan simply wanted to practice calligraphy, but as she actually began to write, he discarded that thought.

Even without understanding calligraphy, he could see that Shu Wan's characters were forceful and elegant.

The way she wrote was beautiful, and while everyone was immersed in the visual feast, they didn't notice what Shu Wan had written.

It wasn't until Shu Wan set down the brush and handed the paper full of writing to the housekeeper that she said, "After it dries, make a thousand copies for me."

Although the housekeeper didn't know what Shu Wan was planning, he nodded respectfully, "Alright."

Soon, however, the housekeeper would understand exactly what Shu Wan intended to do.