Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 181 - 116 Intentional

Fu Siyu was silent for a moment before he calmly looked at the object in Shu Wan’s hand, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Curious." Shu Wan spoke the truth, "If it’s inconvenient to talk about, that’s fine."

"That’s not really the case."

Fu Siyu casually closed the door, then took the pile of things from Shu Wan’s hand and placed them on the table.

Shu Wan hadn’t really thought much about it at first, but when she saw the handcuffs in Fu Siyu’s hand, she finally realized something was a bit off.

In Shu Wan’s knowledge, these chains were used to bind people.

The bones in Fu Siyu’s hands were distinct, the veins on the back of his hands barely visible, his palms broad, as though they could grip the entire handcuffs.

"This." At this moment, Fu Siyu suddenly raised his head to look at Shu Wan, "is used to cuff people."

Speaking, Fu Siyu pressed the switch, and with a click, the handcuffs—with their silvery white metallic sheen—clasped onto his wrist.

He was dressed in a suit, the cuffs of his shirt at the wrists meticulously fastened, with the black suit cuffs overlaid on the outside, emitting a very conservative and abstinent style.

The handcuffs enveloped his well-defined wrists, reflecting light subtly with the movements, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.

Just as Shu Wan was about to say something, Fu Siyu quickly clasped the other handcuff onto his other wrist as well.

Then, Fu Siyu raised his arms, extending his hands towards Shu Wan, his eyes flickering briefly with a smile, "At your disposal."

Such a man as Fu Siyu was a symbol of powerful abstinence, especially now in his suit, every part of him neatly impeccable.

Yet his wrists were cuffed, almost submissively saying "At your disposal."

Even though Shu Wan was utterly inexperienced with matters between men and women, unfamiliar with the variety of modern nuances,

at this moment, under the strong visual and sensory impact, Shu Wan seemed to instantly understand all the implications of the handcuffs.

Then, inevitably, Shu Wan’s face turned red.

She, rarely embarrassed, instinctively looked away, but accidentally glimpsed the collection of props on the table, unable to bear looking directly.

Shu Wan somewhat regretted that she had taken all these out in the first place.

"I understand, you can take them off now, no need to demonstrate anymore."

"But, I can’t open them myself." Fu Siyu curved his lips with an almost imperceptible smile, which returned to a composed expression when Shu Wan looked his way, "I might need your help."

Shu Wan glanced at him, and indeed, since he was handcuffed, only she could unlock it.

Shu Wan stepped forward, "How do I open it?"

Fu Siyu pointed to the keys on the table, "Just use that to unlock it."

Shu Wan followed the direction of his finger, immediately feeling embarrassed because the key was among a pile of props.

Even though Fu Siyu had yet to explain the purpose of these items, Shu Wan already couldn’t bear to look directly.

She feigned calm and dug out the keys from the pile, then took them to unlock Fu Siyu’s handcuffs.

But because her thoughts were a bit scattered, Shu Wan fumbled with the keys and failed to unlock them; instead, she accidentally poked Fu Siyu’s hand, leaving a red mark.

"His."

Hearing a soft hiss from above her head, Shu Wan looked up, "Sorry."

"It’s fine, continue."

Fu Siyu was sitting, Shu Wan was bending over working on the handcuffs, and when she looked up, their eyes were level.

Everything seemed normal before, but now, looking at Fu Siyu, Shu Wan involuntarily thought of how he looked when he said "At your disposal" moments ago.

How should she put it—there was a kind of eerie, weird feeling.

And it inexplicably made her cheeks heat up.

Noticing Shu Wan’s bewildered expression, Fu Siyu’s eyes slightly twinkled, his gaze carrying a hint of a smile, "What’s wrong?"

Shu Wan quickly averted her gaze, lowered her head, and unlocked the handcuffs again. With a click, the handcuffs opened.

Shu Wan instinctively prepared to help Fu Siyu remove the handcuffs, but Fu Siyu had also just pulled his hands out to remove them himself.

As Shu Wan leaned in, Fu Siyu just happened to raise his hand.

Then, their hands clasped together.

The warmth of Fu Siyu’s palm was high, and his hands were broad, enveloping Shu Wan’s hand entirely.

The atmosphere between them had already been awkward due to the incident just now, and the sudden handholding made Shu Wan’s heartbeat pause for a moment.

"I’m sorry," Fu Siyu was the first to withdraw his hand. "I’ll do it myself."

"Oh, okay," Shu Wan pulled back her hand and stepped back, "you do it."

Knowing Shu Wan felt awkward, Fu Siyu didn’t say much else and walked over to pick up a paper bag, "I’ve packed these up."

"Mm, okay," Shu Wan nodded, her gaze drifting elsewhere.

After Fu Siyu had finished packing, Shu Wan finally sat back down on the sofa. "How many days are you staying at home?"

Hearing the word "home," Fu Siyu’s eyes paused slightly, "Three days."

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Fu Siyu chuckled, "I was actually quite ready to compliment you on your hospitality."

Shu Wan smiled as well, "I got used to it, I almost forgot you grew up in Imperial City, you must have experienced everything already."

"That’s not true," Fu Siyu denied. "I’m not familiar with places other than home and the office."

"So, shall I make the arrangements?"

"Sure."

While they were talking, the housekeeper had finished tidying up the room and came to the door, "Young Master, the room you requested has been prepared."

"I’ll go there now," Fu Siyu said as he stood up and walked out.

"Okay."

Instead of heading directly to the guest room, Fu Siyu went to Fu Yang’s bedroom.

He knocked on the door but received no response.

Fu Siyu pushed the door open and found Fu Yang with headphones on, immersed in a video game.

Fu Siyu glanced around and said nothing, sitting on the nearby sofa and casually picked up a magazine Fu Yang had left on the table.

Only when Fu Yang finished a round did Fu Siyu stand up and turn off his console.

"....." Fu Yang took off his headphones, saw Fu Siyu, and immediately rolled his eyes, "What are you doing?"

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"..." Fu Yang scoffed, "What’s there to see? After all, I’m just the one you left behind in Imperial City, and now you want to check on me? Too late."

Hearing Fu Yang’s words, Fu Siyu’s brow furrowed slightly, "When did I ever leave you behind in Imperial City, originally—"

"I don’t want to hear it." Fu Yang put his headphones back on and then pointed to the door, "Please respect my privacy from now on, and don’t just walk into my room, thank you."

Saying this, Fu Yang turned his head away, his profile cold and his lips nearly pressed into a straight line.

Fu Siyu’s eyes darkened slightly, but in the end, he said nothing and left the room.

Hearing the door close, Fu Yang then turned his head back toward the direction of the door.

His expression was cold, and after a long moment, he huffed audibly.