Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 148 - 87 Silence

"""Top scorers don’t dare talk like this, huh? It figures—female celebrities are really just vacuous, bold enough to blabber such nonsense."""

"""She’s insane, there’s nothing simple about it. After I finished my exam, I felt like my essay would barely score a ten. Has Shu Wan lost her mind?"""

"""Seriously, can’t we ban this kind of celebrity who uses exams for hype? I’m scared to even criticize her and inadvertently boost her popularity again."""

At noon, for convenience to rest, Shu Wan had lunch and napped at a hotel not far from the examination venue.

In the kitchen, two people were sneaking glances outside through a crack in the door, "Is this necessary? I heard Shu Wan is just an ignorant celebrity who depends on a sugar daddy. There’s no way she could pass, right?"

"The boss said, whether she can pass or not, we can’t let her attend this exam. What if she bribes someone to cheat and actually gets into a good university? What then?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"True," the other person murmured thoughtfully, "You keep watch here, I’ll go add the drug."

"Okay."

About two minutes later, the person preparing lunch was about to bring out the dishes, and they quickly left.

The wind blew through the half-open window, stirring up the dust.

In the hotel suite, Shu Wan leaned on the couch browsing her phone, when she stumbled upon her own news.

Seeing one shocking headline after another, Shu Wan unconsciously shook her head.

How should I put it? Although nowadays, the era is advanced and information technology is extremely developed, the speed of rumor spreading has also accelerated.

Who knows how many people will drown in this flood of fake information.

"Are you in a rush to reincarnate? Why did you finish your paper so quickly?" Shu Wan was deep in thought when Fu Yang walked in, a look of disapproval on his face, "You haven’t just handed in a blank essay, have you?"

"I finished it all," Shu Wan explained simply.

"Really? Then you must have written nonsense." Fu Yang was skeptical, "I really suspect your total score won’t even exceed 200."

"You should worry about yourself."

"What do I have to worry about?" Fu Yang was puzzled.

"Have you forgotten our bet? If you score higher than me, only then can you get your allowance back."

"Ha," Fu Yang became even more amused at this, "I think, my allowance is already secured."

Although his grades weren’t great either, he guessed they surely couldn’t be worse than Shu Wan’s.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Shu Wan didn’t argue with Fu Yang; after all, the final results would prove everything.

As they were talking, the staff pushed in the lunch, "Please enjoy your meal."

The staff set down the food on the table—simple and light dishes: cold mixed vegetables, pan-fried tofu, cabbage, and shredded pork with green peppers.

As Shu Wan picked up her chopsticks to start eating, Fu Yang stopped her.

"Can’t you be a bit more selective?" Fu Yang was dumbfounded, "Cold mixed vegetables means totally chilled, pan-fried tofu as brittle as tofu, what even is this cabbage—just white and plain, and this green shredded pork, looking all ill-omened in green."

Shu Wan paused, "Does it need to be this specific?"

"Here, my dad had people prepare this." Fu Yang, pulling out a lunch box from nowhere, said, "Eat this instead."

With that, Fu Yang took out the dishes from the lunch box, which included braised lion’s head meatballs, sweet and sour ribs, stir-fried sesame leaves, and sticky rice cake.

Shu Wan didn’t understand the auspicious meanings behind these dishes, but Si Yu’s kindness was something she greatly appreciated.

"Then I’ll eat this." Shu Wan turned to the dishes Fu Yang had brought.

"Hmm." Fu Yang nodded, saying that he was hungry too.

But his father was just like that stepfather, not caring at all whether his own son had eaten or was hungry, only instructing the kitchen to prepare food for Shu Wan.

Fu Yang looked at the meals delivered by the hotel. They didn’t seem very appetizing, but they could at least ease the hunger.

Fu Yang picked up the chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

After eating, Shu Wan rested for about an hour before heading to the exam site again.

Math was actually a subject Shu Wan found somewhat challenging during her review process.

After all, it required a scientific mindset, and the feudal dynasty, focusing on liberal arts thinking, hadn’t provided Shu Wan with much of a theoretical foundation.

Luckily, she had the notes of Fu Siyu, a science prodigy, and his constant help throughout her revision. Not only did Shu Wan save a lot of time, but her efficiency in studying also doubled.

By the time she got the exam paper, Shu Wan felt it was much simpler than the papers Fu Siyu usually set for her.

Math didn’t require as much writing as Chinese, so Shu Wan finished the entire exam in less than an hour.

Then, she was once again the first to leave the examination hall.

When she was blocked outside the exam room for an interview, Shu Wan didn’t really want the media to write those sensational headlines, but she couldn’t in good conscience say the exam was difficult.

So, Shu Wan left the exam hall in silence.

But she clearly underestimated what "unscrupulous media" meant.

Her silence was directly interpreted by people as, "Shu Wan left the exam hall early, silent, suspected of handing in a blank paper."

With multiple media reproductions, the absurdity increased.

In the end, with an image of Shu Wan’s cold face, it was captioned, "Shu Wan leaves the college entrance math exam with a blank paper, faces the media with a scowl."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I knew it, all those stubborn people eventually get punished by math, this definitely looks like she was tormented by math to the point of doubting her life."

"Yo yo yo, why isn’t Shu Wan so tough now? Didn’t she say the exam was easy before? This time she’s probably scared to not even score 20 points."

"I’m dying laughing, ladies, someone as stubborn as Shu Wan needs a challenging math problem like this year to punish her, math, forever godly."

No matter what people said, Shu Wan had no interest in finding out.

Because when she got back to the hotel, she found Fu Yang curled up on the sofa, face covered in a cold sweat.

Shu Wan approached, "What’s wrong?"

Fu Yang was in so much pain he could hardly speak, just pointing at his stomach, "Pain."

Shu Wan checked his pulse, and her eyes suddenly turned cold—Fu Yang had been poisoned.

Shu Wan lifted Fu Yang up, "Let’s go, to the hospital."

Fu Yang had not fully digested his lunch yet, so the hospital first had to pump his stomach, then they administered an IV based on his poisoning symptoms.

But Fu Yang had been really hungry at noon, having eaten a two-person serving by himself, so his poisoning was severe.

Even after stomach pumping and receiving fluids, Fu Yang still looked sickly.

By now, it was very late, Fu Yang glanced at the completely dark outside, "What time is it?"

Shu Wan had been sitting next to him. Hearing Fu Yang speak, she looked up, "1 o’clock, are you feeling better?"

Fu Yang was startled, "One o’clock? Then why are you still here?"

Shu Wan frowned, "Why wouldn’t I be?"