Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan stood up and walked out without responding to Fu Yang's words anymore.

Watching Shu Wan's silent departure, Fu Yang hummed a tune, feeling smug.

He kicked away the shredded plan laying by his feet, then started to change clothes and blow-dry his hair.

Once he had packed up his things, Fu Yang grabbed his cellphone and backpack, ready to leave the house.

But just as he left the bedroom, he saw Shu Wan standing at the doorway.

Fu Yang hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to see her and continued downstairs.

However, it wasn't long before Fu Yang stopped, turned around with a displeased face, "What are you following me for?"

Shu Wan handed Fu Yang a new plan, "Will you accept this one?"

"I won't." Fu Yang took the plan and tore it up, tossing the pieces aside. Amid the fluttering scraps, Fu Yang gave Shu Wan a defiant smile, "What can you do about it?"

"I can make you accept it," Shu Wan replied calmly.

"Pfft, sure." Fu Yang turned and continued walking, "Let's see what you can do, then."

Though he said that, when Fu Yang saw Shu Wan following him into the car, he was still incredibly irritated.

He threw his backpack to the side and crossed his legs with impatience, "Shu Wan, are you out of your mind? Why are you following me if I'm going out to have fun?"

Shu Wan didn't answer Fu Yang's question; her gaze fell on his clothes, curious.

Compared to the strict feudal etiquette of the previous life, the modern world was obviously much more open and tolerant. Still, the clothes Fu Yang wore were a bit too avant-garde.

A short-sleeved shirt covered with skulls and metal ornaments, paired with jeans that had more patches than actual fabric.

It was quite a peculiar outfit, but fortunately, Fu Yang's face was captivating enough to downplay the eccentric clothes into mere accessories, which was not an easy feat.

Looking at Fu Yang's face, Shu Wan's mind inexplicably conjured up the image of Fu Siyu.

In terms of facial features, Fu Yang did share some resemblance to Fu Siyu.

But in terms of aura, the two were worlds apart.

Fu Yang was like a young deer, fresh and naive, with the exuberance of youth, whereas Fu Siyu was like a well-known lion, strong, domineering, and a figure of understated depth.

"My clothes look good, right?"

Fu Yang's voice broke Shu Wan's thoughts.

She snapped back to reality and met Fu Yang's provocative gaze, understanding clearly that he was doing it on purpose.

Even though this era was quite accommodating, Fu Yang's dress style was still considered niche, especially in a long-standing family like the Fu Family, where such eccentric attire was not allowed.

"What are you looking at?" asked Fu Yang, swinging his legs and leaning back in his seat carelessly, "You're not thinking"

"They look quite good," Shu Wan interrupted him, "Young people look good in anything they wear."

Shu Wan wasn't particularly concerned about clothing or attire. After all, in her previous life on the battlefield, where relentless bombardment left countless soldiers wounded beyond the help of protective clothing.

As a commander, if she was still concerned about such things, that would be truly ridiculous.

Furthermore, after reading that magazine yesterday, Shu Wan didn't find Fu Yang's outfit odd anymore.

Perhaps it was because Shu Wan's expression was genuinely sincere, but Fu Yang was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flickering, "Don't think that by flattering me, I'll listen to you."

"And stop acting like an elder in front of me. You're only 6 years older than me and quite a bit shorter; I don't know what you're trying to prove."

"You've certainly inherited Fu Siyu's genes well, you're good-looking, and anything you wear looks good. It's pretty normal," Shu Wan stated her thoughts straightforwardly, "As for being an elder, even if I were younger, I am still your father's wife. As long as we're not divorced, I am your elder."

Fu Yang really wasn't someone with a lot of patience, but although he disliked being lectured by Shu Wan, he would always listen to her to the end, probably because Shu Wan wasn't preachy and seemed genuinely sharing her thoughts.

So when he heard Shu Wan comment on his looks, the tips of Fu Yang's ears turned red unconsciously, "Of course I look good. There's no need for you to say it."