Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 327 - 182 Warmth_2

"Okay."

The body clock is indeed amazing. Despite the cold wind blowing outside keeping her awake, as soon as she got back into the car and the warm air hit her, drowsiness immediately descended.

Shu Wan initially leaned on the sofa but gradually lay down and fell asleep.

However, when she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Catching a glimpse of the familiar ceiling, Shu Wan had a momentary lapse in memory.

She washed up and headed downstairs, upon seeing the housekeeper, she asked, "How did I get back last night?"

"The young master brought you," the housekeeper began smilingly, about to say something else, but upon noticing Fu Siyu descending the stairs leisurely, quickly stopped, "It was late when you two returned last night, it was probably the young master who brought you upstairs. For specifics, you’d better ask the young master yourself."

With that, the housekeeper turned to go instruct the servants to prepare breakfast, leaving the living room space for Shu Wan and Fu Siyu.

Shu Wan turned around, about to say something, but her gaze met Fu Siyu’s and she got a bit lost again.

Fu Siyu normally wore suits, but today he had switched to a black overcoat.

Less stern than usual, he looked several degrees cooler and more dashing.

"Could you give me some pointers on how I paired my outfit today?"

Noticing Shu Wan observing his apparel, Fu Siyu’s eyes carried a hint of amusement.

"Nice." Shu Wan nodded, speaking the truth.

"I don’t know much about clothing, you could give me more pointers in the future."

Upstairs, Fu Yang opened the door and saw his dad subtly showing off again, immediately rolling his eyes, "The old fox showing off."

Fu Yang shut the door with a loud slam, attracting the attention of the two downstairs.

Fu Yang had no intention of having breakfast at home. Wearing his headphones, he hummed a song as he walked out.

Just then, Shu Wan called out to him.

Lately, Fu Yang had not been very kind to Fu Siyu, but he was quite nice to Shu Wan.

Hearing Shu Wan call him, Fu Yang turned, "What is it?"

"Tomorrow I have a promotion event, give me your account, I’ll hook you up."

Hearing this, Fu Yang immediately took off his headphones, "I’ll send it to you now, just don’t mess it up okay."

"Okay."

Fu Yang quickly sent his account details to Shu Wan. By this time, the servants had already prepared breakfast. Seeing Fu Yang also in the living room, the housekeeper invited him, "Young Master, come have breakfast."

Fu Yang was about to refuse when Shu Wan spoke up, "Come join us?"

With the promotion at stake in Shu Wan’s hands, Fu Yang resignedly compromised.

The three of them sat down at the table, Shu Wan in the middle, Fu Siyu on the left, and Fu Yang on the right.

Shu Wan liked noodles in the morning, while Fu Siyu and Fu Yang usually preferred steamed buns and porridge.

However, today, for some reason, Fu Yang wouldn’t touch anything that Fu Siyu chose, as if deliberately opposing him.

Shu Wan glanced over but said nothing.

But the rivalry between the two gradually intensified, even revolving around Shu Wan.

Fu Siyu was about to peel an egg for Shu Wan, but before he could put it in her bowl, Fu Yang intercepted it, showing a cheeky smile to Fu Siyu, "Thanks, Dad."

Fu Siyu handed Shu Wan a bottle of milk, but again it was snatched away by Fu Yang, "Thanks, Dad."

Fu Siyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze turned sharp, "Can’t you peel it yourself?"

"Where’s that compared to an egg peeled by Dad, it’s not just an egg, but"

Before Fu Yang could finish, Fu Siyu placed his chopsticks down. Though the motion was mild, being a figure of authority, even a slight movement under his powerful presence carried a deeply authoritative air.

Fu Yang felt intimidated, daring not to continue. Instead, he bowed his head and swallowed the egg Fu Siyu had peeled in one gulp, "Humph!"

Shu Wan assumed the father and son had another conflict, could only lift her head and smile helplessly, "We’re going to be late; you two better focus on eating."

Fu Yang muttered something under his breath, too quietly for anyone to hear.

Fu Siyu gave him a cold glance and continued eating.

Shu Wan looked between Fu Siyu and Fu Yang, shaking her head with a smile.

After the meal, Shu Wan was off to the film set, while Fu Siyu and Fu Yang were headed in the same direction.

Shu Wan suggested that Fu Siyu drive Fu Yang, predictably met with Fu Yang’s objection.

"I don’t need him to drive me. Didn’t I used to go to school by myself? If I wait for him, I might as well not go to school at all."

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