Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 179 - 114 Second Child

Fu Yang was going, and Shu Wan followed him.

The two set out from the Estate and arrived at the airport just in time to match the flight time given by Fu Siyu.

But what they hadn’t anticipated was that Fu Siyu’s flight had arrived a good ten minutes early. When Shu Wan sent a message to Fu Siyu, he had already been sitting in the VIP room for some time.

Receiving Shu Wan’s WeChat, Fu Siyu then stood up and walked outside.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the moment Fu Siyu stepped out of the VIP room, the entire hall fell silent.

He possessed features that perfectly matched Hua Country’s aesthetic appreciation, as if from an ink painting, yet his long tenure in high positions endowed him with an oppressive presence that instinctively demanded submission.

Dressed in a black suit, tall and lean, his silent stride exuded an indescribable coolness and authority that even made passersby chewing their food pause mid-bite.

Only when Fu Siyu’s figure disappeared through the doorway did the hall return to its usual state.

"Who is this person? Feels like I’ve seen him somewhere. Was he on the news? Could he be a celebrity?"

"That doesn’t seem right. Which celebrity has such an aura? It’s terrifying. If this were ancient times, he would have to be a regent prince."

"Ah, I remember now! Isn’t that Fu Siyu, the controller of Guangyu Group? That super handsome magnate, ahhh I actually saw him in person!!!"

Inside the hall, there was a buzz of conversation about Fu Siyu’s identity; outside, Fu Siyu had already gotten into the car.

He nodded at Shu Wan, then looked for a place to sit.

The car’s interior had sofas on both sides with a table in the middle.

When Fu Siyu got in, Fu Yang and Shu Wan were seated on opposite sides of the vehicle.

For some reason, Fu Siyu naturally wouldn’t go and sit next to Shu Wan.

But to reach the seat at the back, he would have to cross the aisle, which was coincidentally blocked by Fu Yang’s leg resting on the table.

Consequently, Fu Siyu found himself sitting next to Fu Yang.

And then, Fu Yang’s expression changed.

Frowning, he looked at Fu Siyu, meeting his profound gaze.

Fu Siyu had left Imperial City for overseas eight years ago, and now, despite eight years having passed, he appeared largely unchanged, save for the aura around him that seemed somewhat more oppressive.

Fu Yang slowly withdrew his gaze as if he had not seen Fu Siyu, and closed his eyes to rest.

Fu Siyu sized up Fu Yang briefly; the little chubby dumpling who used to only reach his waist had grown nearly as tall as him after eight years.

A hint of warmth flickered in Fu Siyu’s eyes as he turned to Shu Wan, "Thank you."

"Don’t mention it."

Having not seen Fu Siyu for over a month, Shu Wan felt a small joy at their reunion. She smiled at Fu Siyu and handed him the Zhajiang noodles he had ordered.

Fu Siyu took them, and upon lifting the lid, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Fu Yang had been feigning sleep but was suddenly greeted by a whiff of cilantro. He opened his eyes and glanced towards Fu Siyu.

Then he couldn’t help but smirk.

Having been eating meals with Shu Wan for some time, Fu Yang knew that not only did Shu Wan like to add green onions to her noodles, but she also loved an excessive amount of cilantro.

Coincidentally, Fu Siyu didn’t eat cilantro at all.

Fu Yang instantly became interested. Sitting up, he couldn’t hide the schadenfreude in his eyes, "You should really have a taste; Little Mother queued up especially to buy this."

Fu Siyu looked up at Shu Wan, who did not deny it.

Hmm... There was one person ahead in line, so I guess it counts as queuing up to buy.

Fu Siyu picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles without changing his expression,, showing no sign of disliking the coriander.

Fu Yang sat beside him, completely astonished,, even beginning to doubt whether Fu Siyu’s taste had changed after so many years abroad.

Not until Fu Siyu had finished a bowl of noodles and taken three sips of tea did Fu Yang confirm it.

His dad was faking it; his taste hadn’t changed.

"Is it good?" Fu Yang deliberately leaned in to ask,, "Is it really good?"

Fu Siyu gave Fu Yang a warning glance, but all he got in return was an even brighter smile from Fu Yang.

On the other side, Shu Wan was sitting on the couch, finding it unbelievable to see Fu Yang smiling so happily.

After all, during this period, every time Fu Yang faced off with Fu Siyu, it would end in an argument, so these harmonious moments were rare.

"The noodles might have clumped up being stuck in the box," Shu Wan spoke up.

"No, they’re quite delicious," Fu Siyu smiled at Shu Wan.

Seeing Fu Siyu’s smile, Fu Yang was even more shocked,, thinking that there must be something going on; he simply couldn’t believe it otherwise.

The perennial iceberg had melted into a blooming trumpet flower; it was almost like witnessing a species mutation.

The three of them returned to the estate, and the housekeeper hurriedly led the servants to greet them.

The housekeeper and the others, who hadn’t seen Fu Siyu for many years, were moved to see him again, with a hint of red in the housekeeper’s eyes.

Only these older folks knew the difficulties Fu Siyu had faced back then.

Back then, Fu Siyu was only nominally an heir to the Fu Family, with all other powers controlled by the Fu Mansion.

When Fu Siyu, barely 20 years old, went overseas alone, he carried with him a slim hope from an almost desperate situation.

The housekeeper still remembered when Fu Siyu left, a slender and graceful young man, and now upon returning, even he didn’t dare to look straight at him for too long.

The housekeeper could hardly imagine what changes Fu Siyu must have been through.

"Young master," the housekeeper approached, his voice choking up.

"It’s been tough," Fu Siyu nodded to the housekeeper.

"Not at all," the housekeeper replied respectfully, leading Fu Siyu and the others inside,, "The rooms have been prepared; let me know if you need anything else."

As he spoke, the housekeeper directly opened the door to the master bedroom. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Hmm... which also happened to be the room where Shu Wan was staying.

The housekeeper and servants were unaware of any agreement between Shu Wan and Fu Siyu; in their eyes, Shu Wan and Fu Siyu were a loving couple.

A loving couple who hadn’t yet consummated their marriage.

A loving couple, yet to consummate their marriage, with the joy of reunion amplified; it was as if their buff status was at max level.

Therefore, the servants had very thoughtfully given the entire room a complete makeover.

At that moment, the bedroom was decked out with bright red bed linen and duvets featuring the dragon and phoenix pattern,, with bouquets of roses adorning tables and shelves.

The door to the bathroom was inadvertently left open, revealing a tub full of flower petals.

The most outrageous part was that the servants, being overly meticulous and thoughtful in case the couple had any special preferences, prepared various props such as whips, handcuffs, lace, and the like.

Shu Wan had never seen these things and had no idea how flamboyant they were, but Fu Yang, popping up from who knows where, took one glance at the bathroom set-up and couldn’t help but let out a "yow."

"Planning for a second child, huh?"