Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 162 - 99 Rights

Because the recent middle school exams had attracted attention from all sides, special invigilators were assigned to monitor the test venues.

"With the way he’s solving problems, he doesn’t seem like the clueless kid the rumors suggest, he’s working through the questions pretty quickly."

"I’m guessing he’s just writing nonsense—anyone can fill in answers blindly."

As the invigilators chatted, they zoomed in on the surveillance footage, clear enough to see what Fu Yang had written.

"No, looks like he isn’t blindly guessing," an invigilator exclaimed in surprise, "Look at his problem-solving process."

Hearing their colleague’s remark, the others also took a careful look at the problems Fu Yang had worked on and were shocked to discover that Fu Yang wasn’t just guessing. In fact, the answers he had filled in were correct.

"So, this means his grades are actually good, right?"

"Pfft, what use are good grades when, given the current public opinion, even if his grades are good, no one would believe it."

No one could refute this statement, as every bout of public discourse had proven this point—people often only trust what they want to believe.

At that moment, inside the exam venue, the bell rang, announcing the end of the first session.

Fu Yang wasn’t the first to leave the exam room, but whether it was his hair or his face, he stood out strikingly amidst the surging crowd.

As soon as Fu Yang stepped out of the school gates, he was immediately surrounded by a throng of media journalists.

"Lin Yang, how did you find today’s exam? Was it easy?"

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Fu Yang didn’t have the same patience for these people as Shu Wan did.

He raised his head slightly, with the rebelliousness of youth written all over his face. He looked coldly at the reporters in front of him, "None of your damn business, scram."

"Hey, you—" Although the reporters wanted to continue questioning Fu Yang, he firmly placed a hand on the shoulder of one reporter and stepped on the arm of another, flipping over to extricate himself from the encirclement.

His movements were agile and swift, and before the crowd could react, Fu Yang had already walked far away.

"Annoying as hell," Fu Yang muttered as he got into the car, unable to help voicing his complaint, "I really don’t understand why you’d want to be a celebrity, aren’t you tired of dealing with these reporters every day?"

Seeing Fu Yang return, Shu Wan put aside her script with a bit of a laugh, "I need to make money."

"My dad’s so rich, he could just give you some and that’d be that," Fu Yang said nonchalantly, "The little you earn through all this toil, what’s it even good for?"

Fu Yang didn’t know about the agreement between Shu Wan and Fu Siyu, and she didn’t plan to elaborate.

She just smiled, "What if he changes?"

Fu Yang was taken aback, "Change what?"

"People’s hearts change easily. Even close kin with blood ties can turn into enemies over shifting interests. If one places all their hopes on someone else, it’s actually a great hidden risk to oneself."

The world is ever-changing, perhaps because Shu Wan was a person from ancient times, a "young lady" cultivated by traditional education, she could see through the very essence of marriage.

In ancient times, a woman was subject to her father before marriage and to her husband after, and even a designated Crown Princess Consort, the future Mother of the Country, was merely a vassal of Imperial Authority.

Their lifelong mission was to mold themselves into beautiful ornaments, to add glory to both their natal and marital families.

Ancient women mostly didn’t need to show their faces publicly, work hard labors, or lay down their lives for a cause.

From a short-term perspective, they were fortunate. They were well-protected and carefully nurtured like flowers.

However, for Shu Wan, who had truly held power in her own hands, she deeply understood that this fleeting fortune was actually a profound misfortune.

In ancient times, a woman regarded her husband as heaven. Once he changed, her entire life would fall into a painful abyss.

Years of domestication made them incapable of even having the thought of rebellion, because marital power was an insurmountable barrier as solid as rock.

Moreover, they lacked the ability to rebel.

Shu Wan could be considered the pinnacle of women’s status in a feudal society. She was well-versed in poetry and literature, she had travelled through famous mountains and rivers, seen the vastness of the world, rode horses and shot arrows just like men.

Yet, it was not until she arrived in modern times that she realized this truth.

Because humans are products of their environment, no matter how she wanted to break free, the era she was born into and everything around her would ultimately pull her back in.

In modern times, compared to the past, women’s status has risen significantly, gaining the right to be considered a "complete and independent" person.

What a precious right this is, we’re talking about a privilege that countless women buried under feudal shackles dared not even dream of.

Fu Siyu was wealthy and influential, of that Shu Wan was certainly aware.

She wouldn’t be so haughty as to completely refrain from leveraging someone else’s power and influence.

To ignore tools that could enhance efficiency would be foolish pride.

But the ultimate purpose of borrowing was for herself.

That way, no matter how the external world changed, or if the people around her underwent drastic transformations, her essence wouldn’t be affected in the slightest.

This was a truth that both the feudal Dynasty and modern society taught her.

To Fu Yang, who had always had a smooth-sailing life with everything at his fingertips, Shu Wan’s words seemed somewhat elusive.

Yet, his eyes were still involuntarily drawn to Shu Wan with deep attraction.

Shu Wan sat there quietly, her expression serene. The sunlight streamed in from the window, casting her right half-face in an almost transparent golden hue.

Fu Yang felt as though Shu Wan was glowing all over.

Although he had always been reluctant to admit it, deep down, he acknowledged that Shu Wan always possessed a powerful, comforting force.

It was a soul-deep firmness, vast like the ocean itself.

Fu Yang gave a light cough and didn’t refute Shu Wan’s words, "But those reporters are really annoying."

"Just ignore them," Shu Wan didn’t seem to mind.

For Shu Wan, as long as these reporters didn’t cross her red lines, like following her home or to the hospital, she let them snap pictures whenever they wanted.

Looking at Shu Wan’s indifferent profile, Fu Yang’s lips tightened slightly.

Damn it, why does it seem that the more he looked at this stepmother, the nicer she appeared to be?

Could these sugar-coated shells be too sweet, carrying a kind of magical attack?

The examination time was tight. Fu Yang had lunch at the hotel, rested for a while, and then plunged into the next round of exams.

The three days of exams flew by in an instant. During these days, Fu Yang waited obediently for the bell to ring before handing in his papers for every exam.

But after the last exam ended, he handed in his test paper early and strutted out of the examination hall as the first one to leave.

Facing the countless microphones and cameras that instantly surrounded him, Fu Yang’s lips curled into a deliberately mischievous smile, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with mirth.

"As for the exam," he said with a casual bravado, "if I may speak frankly, it was rather too easy."