Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 143 - 82: Gift

Under normal circumstances, Shu Wan would not force anyone.

But now, she really wanted to try the feel of those ears, and she also didn’t see Fu Yang resisting at all.

Shu Wan’s ankle moved slightly, and Fu Yang’s shoelace came undone. Shu Wan bent down and pointed at his shoe, "Your shoelace is undone."

While Fu Yang squatted down to tie his laces, Shu Wan reached out and touched the top of his head.

The feel was actually pretty good.

Feeling the movement on his head, Fu Yang suddenly stood up; his ears had almost turned completely red and his eyes were wide, "What are you doing?"

"Just touched your ear," Shu Wan replied very calmly.

"I didn’t agree to it."

"I didn’t ask for your permission," Shu Wan said with a smile.

"You’re acting like a rogue," Fu Yang exclaimed in shock.

"What should I do then, should I let you touch the top of my head too?" Shu Wan said as she leaned forward slightly.

She was still wearing her black robe and her mask at the time, so Fu Yang wasn’t interested at all.

He took a deep breath, "You’re ruthless."

With that, Fu Yang stormed off.

Shu Wan calmly followed; one dressed beautifully as Little Fox King, and the other clad in a black robe as Faceless Man, somewhat mysteriously harmonizing.

Not long after they left the comic convention, photos surfaced online.

Due to some people’s manipulations, the initial trending term was "Fu Yang hits someone."

The photos used by the marketing accounts were also carefully angled.

From the pictures, one could only see Fu Yang’s indifferent profile, a clenched fist, and a person in a skirt lying on the ground.

The first impression from the photo was that Fu Yang was bullying a girl.

The marketing accounts ambiguously described the scene, "Disturbances occurred at the comic convention, with recently popular Lin Yang involved in a conflict."

[With a face looking like a cold, beautiful young man, why so violent... Such a good-looking face wasted, our Little Fox King would never bully others like this.]

[Is that Shu Wan next to him? Lin Yang is underage and ignorant, but as his guardian, why did she just stand by and watch, no wonder she’s a stepmother.]

[Everyone is criticizing Lin Yang, am I the only one secretly admiring his and his stepmom’s looks... They look so awesome, really so handsome.]

While the news quickly heated up, several eyewitnesses online tried to clarify that the beaten person was hitting because he was caught taking photos secretly, but their voices were drowned out by the multitude of accusations.

Back at the Estate, as soon as Fu Yang got home, he changed out of his clothes.

Shu Wan felt a bit of regret about this.

After all, Fu Yang, draped in silvery-white hair and wearing furry ears, looked much cuter than usual.

Fortunately, Shu Wan had taken a lot of photos of Fu Yang, so she pulled out her camera to organize them and picked out a few nice ones to send to him. freeweɓnøvel.com

After thinking it over, Shu Wan also forwarded them to Fu Siyu.

After all, it was his son, and as a guardian, she should also let Fu Siyu know about his son’s recent activities.

Fu Yang only sent back several bomb emojis in response to the photos.

It was Fu Siyu, however, who gave a very positive comment, "They are taken very well, are you guys back home?"

"We are back," Shu Wan replied, "Just had lunch, I’m going to take a nap."

"Today is the summer solstice," Fu Siyu suddenly brought up an unrelated topic.

"Time flies indeed," Shu Wan responded.

"We have a tradition here of giving fans on the summer solstice," Fu Siyu continued, "I had a few fans made in Jiangnan and sent to Imperial City. Could you see if they suit you?"

Fu Siyu mentioned it was a tradition, so Shu Wan didn’t ask further, her eyes slightly curving up, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Just as Fu Siyu finished speaking, a knock came from outside. Shu Wan walked over to open the door, and the Housekeeper was holding a brocade box and embracing a bunch of flowers, "Young Madam, these were sent over at the young master’s instruction."

"Okay."

Shu Wan took the brocade box and the flowers, then returned to the front of her phone.

"Why are there flowers too?" Shu Wan asked curiously, "Is there a reason?"

"No, a bunch of flowers is just US$100 to US$200, I thought you would like them, so I included them."

"Thank you, I really like them."

Fu Siyu specifically mentioned the price of the flowers, which immediately put Shu Wan at ease.

After all, compared to Fu Siyu, whose worth is nearly a trillion, US$100 to US$200 is like the difference between a candle flame and the stars in the sky.

Shu Wan opened the brocade box, inside was an extremely beautiful round fan.

Her embroidery skills were excellent, so she could naturally tell that the round fan was made with ice silk, using an extremely intricate and complicated craftsmanship, making the entire fan face look crystal clear yet seamless.

"Such a beautiful fan." However, Shu Wan was a bit puzzled, "There’s not a single pattern on this fan."

"I left that space for you," Fu Siyu’s voice was low, "Last time I saw you solving problems, your handwriting was very beautiful, I thought you wouldn’t care for others including calligraphy, so why don’t you add some calligraphy to the fan?"

"Sure."

Hearing Fu Siyu say this, Shu Wan was naturally motivated.

After all, she had been very busy these days, hadn’t had much time for calligraphy, and the fan was too delicate and beautiful, which also sparked her interest in calligraphy.

Shu Wan ground some ink, dipped a bit of ink, and then wrote the character ’tranquility’ in the center of the round fan.

Just a single character looked somewhat plain, so Shu Wan lifted her brush again and in the lower right corner, she painted an orchid.

After finishing, Shu Wan took a photo and sent it to Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu looked at it for a moment, then commented, "Such a bold character, such a lively painting."

Shu Wan’s writing, each character seemed to carry her own boldness, every stroke bearing a weight of great importance.

And her painting was somewhat different from her calligraphy; if her writing was the grounded mountain, then her painting was the chasing wind.

That orchid, with just a few light strokes, made it feel as if it moved on its own, dancing with the sway of the round fan, coming to life.

Shu Wan very openly accepted Fu Siyu’s praise, a disciple whose talent was acknowledged by the calligraphy master and the celestial painter in her past life as better than her master’s.

"You gave me a fan, so I should also give you a gift." Whether in her past life or the present, it is customary to return favors.

However, Shu Wan couldn’t think of what would be a good gift for Fu Siyu, as he seemed to lack nothing and showed interest in nothing special.

As if seeing through Shu Wan’s thoughts, Fu Siyu took the initiative to speak, "How about, you also give me a character?"

"Sure, what character would you like?"

"Yu," Fu Siyu replied, "Would that be okay?"

"Of course, no problem."

Shu Wan quickly wrote it down and sent it to Fu Siyu.

Actually, while writing, Shu Wan didn’t feel there was any issue, nor when she sent it to Fu Siyu.

But when she saw that Fu Siyu used that character as his profile picture on all social media platforms, Shu Wan felt something was a bit off.

It was less strange with the character Fu, but this Yu...