Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

12 o'clock noon, the sunlight was at its peak.

The glaring light streamed through the tall windows, casting its glow on the large bed inside the room.

The air conditioning was set low within the room, and Fu Yang was curled up entirely under the covers, with only a few strands of silver hair peeking out from a corner.

He had played video games all night long and now was the time he should feel sleepy, but for some reason, Fu Yang always felt a sense of looming danger.

He tossed and turned under the covers for a while before he couldn't help but throw them off.

Then, Fu Yang saw a crowd of people.

"Who let you in? Get the hell out of here!"

Upon hearing Fu Yang's words, everyone stepped back, clearing a path, and only then did Fu Yang see Shu Wan sitting on the sofa.

Seeing Shu Wan, Fu Yang thought of his dad and immediately became irritable, "Shu Wan, are you sick? Don't enter my room without my permission. Now, get out immediately."

Shu Wan ignored Fu Yang's disrespect; her gaze landed on Fu Yang's face, "You have five minutes to get yourself together, I have something to discuss with you."

"Tch." Fu Yang rolled his eyes, "Can't be bothered with you."

After speaking, Fu Yang pulled the covers back over himself, burying himself entirely, obviously not planning to pay any attention to Shu Wan.

Shu Wan didn't get angry either; she sat quietly while everyone else didn't dare to speak, only waiting quietly for Shu Wan's orders.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Inside the covers, Fu Yang wanted to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, Shu Wan's clear and cool eyes kept floating into his mind, and he always felt like Shu Wan was not the kind of person to give up easily.

He pressed his ear close to the comforter, listening carefully, and after confirming there was no noise outside, felt somewhat relieved and prepared to get some peaceful sleep.

He closed his eyes again to recapture the feeling of drowsiness, and just as he was about to fall asleep, the covers were suddenly pulled away.

Fu Yang's eyes snapped open, and four bodyguards stood at the four corners of the bed, flipping his covers to one side.

Fu Yang's brows furrowed, and he looked at them furiously, "Get out of here right now, or you'll regret it, get out!"

The bodyguards, stunned by Fu Yang's shouting, hesitated and looked toward Shu Wan, waiting for her nod before they all withdrew.

"You really think you can boss people around now that you married into the Fu Family? You think you can call the shots here? Dream on."

With the covers pulled away, Fu Yang simply sat up and looked at Shu Wan with a sneer.

Shu Wan remained composed, taking Fu Yang's attack without a flinch, "Well said."

"..." Fu Yang had never seen someone as tough as Shu Wan; it seemed like nothing he said could hurt her, "What do you really want? Just spit it out."

Shu Wan passed Fu Yang a piece of paper, "Take a look at this first."

Fu Yang glanced over the paper, his frown deepening, "Wake up at seven in the morning? Exercise? Practice calligraphy? Read books? Have you gone mad, or have I?"

"Your dad has transferred all of your guardianship to me. He gave me a benefit, and I'll help him educate you." Shu Wan didn't shy away from discussing her deal with Fu Siyu.

"Nutcase." Fu Yang lifted his hand and tore up the plan Shu Wan had laid out, "I'm telling you, in this house, you're not yet qualified to manage me."

Realizing there was no more sleep to be had, Fu Yang got up out of bed. He walked over to the wardrobe and instinctively reached for a shirt but, remembering Shu Wan sitting nearby, he instead grabbed an avant-garde, skull-printed shirt and a pair of jeans full of patches.

Fu Yang picked up the clothes and turned to face Shu Wan, "I'm going to change now, are you sure you still want to sit there?"

As he spoke, Fu Yang turned and began stripping off his clothes.

But as he pulled up his shirt halfway, he suddenly turned back to see that Shu Wan really hadn't left, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Shu Wan, don't you know about the difference between men and women? You're actually not leaving?!"

"Where are you going?"

After yesterday's magazine incident, Shu Wan's tolerance for Fu Yang's hairstyle and bizarre outfits had increased significantly, but seeing those incomprehensible pants, she still subconsciously furrowed her brows.

"Off to have fun," Fu Yang challenged, raising his eyebrows slightly at Shu Wan, "What's it to you?"