Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 81 - 61 Cliff_2

Shu Wan could only temporarily put aside her thoughts and continued taking photos she found appealing.

Whether it was the clouds under the sunrise, the mountains at dusk, or the city at night resembling a field of stars, all these sights filled Shu Wan with amazement.

The flight of more than a dozen hours had flown by without much notice.

When the plane landed in Imperial City, the sun had not yet set.

Having grown accustomed to the continuously rainy weather in Bruce, stepping off the plane and being greeted by the colorful flowers and lush green trees washed away much of the fatigue from the journey.

The housekeeper had been waiting on the tarmac early and rushed forward with a bouquet for Shu Wan as soon as he saw her. "Young Madam, these are from Young Master’s instructions."

Shu Wan accepted the flowers and glanced at them. She recognized lilies and sunflowers, but not the others, though they were beautiful, "Thank you."

"No need to be polite, I’m just following Young Master’s instructions." The housekeeper smiled warmly at Shu Wan.

Oh dear, Young Madam went on a trip and Young Master even knew to send flowers. This relationship must have taken a great leap forward, the housekeeper thought contentedly.

Seeing how considerate Young Master was, the housekeeper felt he should also lend a hand, stepping forward, "Young Madam, Young Master truly cares about you, he especially sent this bouquet with special meaning."

Shu Wan raised her eyebrows slightly, "What meaning?"

Before the housekeeper could express "love is hard to explain," a group of university students with the same bouquet rushed over, hugging their friends who had just disembarked.

"Here bro, these flowers are for you, don’t ever say I don’t think about you. Boss said, this bouquet means ’best buddies forever, I’ve got your back.’" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Got it, got it, who doesn’t consider you a brother. Let’s go, I’ll treat you to food and drink!"

They chatted and left, walking arm in arm, leaving Shu Wan thoughtful and the housekeeper with a complex expression.

"Young Madam,"

The housekeeper wanted to say something, but Shu Wan just nodded slightly, "I’ve understood the meaning, let’s go home first."

"Ah, alright."

The housekeeper followed Shu Wan out, visibly dejected, silently cursing the flower shop owner a thousand times in his heart.

What "love is hard to mention," what "friends for life."

It was just that the flower shop had one kind of bouquet left, and the owner had invented over eight hundred meanings for it.

Truly troubling!

Shu Wan got into the car, which was already prepared with tea and pastries.

Shu Wan took a sip, "Although I drank this tea abroad too, the water is different, and the taste is just not the same."

"That’s for sure, after all, things from home just feel different," the housekeeper chimed in.

Shu Wan’s eyes flickered, home?

She suddenly thought of Fu Yang, "How has Fu Yang been while I was gone?"

The moment Shu Wan mentioned Fu Yang, the housekeeper’s face fell, "Young Madam, I think you’re probably the only one who can manage Young Master."

No one else could handle Fu Yang when Shu Wan was not around.

The kitchen wouldn’t make Fu Yang’s favorite food, and Fu Yang could turn the kitchen upside down.

Although Shu Wan had given orders before she left, the cooks were just employees and really dared not defy Fu Yang’s wishes.

As for the exercises, eating light, not staying up late, and attending school properly that Shu Wan had mentioned, Fu Yang had thrown all those to the back of his mind.

Shu Wan had been gone for three days, and the housekeeper had only seen Fu Yang on the day she left.

After that, he hadn’t seen even a shadow of Fu Yang.

"Where is he now?"

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, "There’s a race at their club tonight; Young Master is probably there."

Shu Wan frowned slightly, "What kind of race?"

"Motorbike."

"Does he even have a driving license?" Now, Shu Wan also knew, unlike in his past life where even small children could ride horses in the street.

In modern society, driving cars or bikes required a motor vehicle driver’s license.

Fu Yang was not of age to drive.

"Over there, many don’t have licenses," the housekeeper reported, explaining the club situation which was founded by Imperial City’s power players, generally left unmonitored.

Such organically organized races hardly ever involved checking for licenses.

Of course, the housekeeper knew these races were dangerous, though he felt powerless to convince Fu Yang otherwise.

Shu Wan called Fu Yang. The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

The background on Fu Yang’s end was noisy with countless cheers and the roaring of engines, yet Fu Yang’s voice came through clearly, "Didn’t I say? Only one call per week, why do you keep calling me?"