Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 182 - 117 Nightfall

The night deepened, the estate glittered with lights, yet it was peaceful.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, news of Fu Siyu’s return to the country was causing quite a stir.

When Fu Siyu returned, he did not travel by private jet, so his every move was captured by passersby who took photos.

The title of controller of the Guangyu Group, coupled with a charm that even the entertainment circle couldn’t surpass, saw the search rankings about Fu Siyu rise rapidly.

"I always thought the imposing CEOs in novels were just fabrications by authors, but after seeing Fu Siyu, I realized, it was just that I hadn’t seen the world."

"Who is this man dating? The more I think about it, the more curious I become about the person behind the ’Bailu people’ account, to kiss such a man, just the thought makes me jealous, wuu wuu wuu."

"In person, he’s even more handsome. Today, I was in the airport lobby, you don’t know, I came out of the bathroom and saw Fu Siyu, I froze on the spot for a long time, nearly thought I was dreaming."

On social media, most of the discussions revolved around Fu Siyu’s looks.

And for many families in the Imperial City, what mattered more was the signal represented by Fu Siyu’s return.

Originally, Fu Siyu was the rightful heir to the Fu Family, but everyone knew that the Fu Mansion favored the second branch, controlling the Fu Family’s domestic power for years.

Eight years ago, Fu Siyu was forced to go abroad. To most, he was the scapegoat abandoned by the Fu Family, unlikely to cause any significant splash.

However, no one had thought that in just eight years, Fu Siyu would establish the Guangyu Group overseas by himself, and even compete with the Fu Family’s domestic power.

Although the Fu Mansion was well-endowed, it could not endure as it had no competent people to run it, leading to its decline over the years.

In recent years, Guangyu Group had even begun to outpace the Fu Mansion.

All the different powers were speculating whether Fu Siyu would return to the country or not.

And this time, Fu Siyu’s high-profile return naturally shattered the original tranquility, making everyone anxious and fearful.

In the Imperial City, the already crumbling game seemed like it was about to be rearranged.

In the estate, perhaps due to having been away for so long, Fu Siyu lay in bed for a while but unusually suffered from insomnia.

He sat up, just picking up some documents to continue working.

At that moment, the door was knocked.

"Come in," said Fu Siyu without looking up.

By the time the door was pushed open, Fu Siyu realized something was off. He looked up, slightly surprised, "You haven’t slept yet?"

While speaking, Fu Siyu put the documents aside and stood up to walk over to Shu Wan.

The night was somewhat chilly, Shu Wan wore a light shawl, holding a plate of snacks, "I guessed you might still be awake, I came over and indeed, the light was still on."

Fu Siyu reached out to take the snacks, "Shall we sit on the balcony for a while?"

"Okay."

The estate was specially set to a night mode, as soon as they stepped onto the balcony, the garden lights began twinkling, and the fountain in the garden’s center was also activated.

Reflecting on the meticulously designed flora, even at night, it retained a distinct charm.

Shu Wan did not like the nighttime, as the darkness always blurred everything around, making it hard to distinguish whether it was the past or the future.

But when Fu Siyu was by her side, it always felt comforting.

Since he was at home, Fu Siyu wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, just a white shirt, under which the clean contours were clearly visible.

He sat quietly, like an ancient mountain range, exuding a deep and tranquil power.

Noticing Shu Wan’s gaze, Fu Siyu turned his head to look at her, "Are you getting used to living here?"

"Quite good," nodded Shu Wan.

"Uh-huh." Fu Siyu looked straight into Shu Wan’s eyes. "As long as we don’t divorce, you are the mistress here, and you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you." Shu Wan smiled at Fu Siyu.

She had just taken a bath, her features light and delicate, her beauty unaffected by makeup. When she smiled, it seemed like thousands of stars had fallen into her eyes.

Under the shroud of night, the light in Fu Siyu’s eyes momentarily darkened.

Neither of them was very talkative, and the environment was quiet, offering a rare moment of relaxation.

Shu Wan closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa, letting the evening breeze gently brush past her ears.

Even though Shu Wan had known Fu Siyu for only a short time and they hadn’t spent much time together, she felt a very comfortable sense of naturalness around him.

It was as if, no matter what she did, Fu Siyu would accept it.

Perhaps because she was too relaxed, Shu Wan actually dozed off for a while. When she opened her eyes again, Fu Siyu had already fashioned a pile of grass rings.

Shu Wan sat up, curious. "What are you making?"

"Seeing you asleep, I just casually made these," Fu Siyu said as he picked up a little dog made from grass.

Shu Wan had seen such things meant to amuse children before.

What surprised her was that Fu Siyu knew how to make them.

Perhaps knowing what Shu Wan was thinking, Fu Siyu explained, "When Fu Yang was very young, he always cried, and every time I made him one of these, he would stop."

Shu Wan took the little dog and fiddled with it.

Although both outsiders and Fu Yang himself described Fu Siyu as cold and unemotional, devoid of familial feelings.

Shu Wan had never felt that way.

"Do you like it?" Fu Siyu’s gaze fell on Shu Wan as he asked.

"Uh-huh, it’s quite interesting."

Indeed, Shu Wan knew how to weave too, as her younger brother had also liked these things.

However, back then, she was the one making things to cheer up her younger brother. Now, the roles were reversed, and she was the one being cheered up.

Honestly, the feeling was quite nice.

"Should I make a few more for you?"

"Yes, please," Shu Wan said curiously. "What else can you make?"

"I’ll make some for you to see."

Fu Siyu said as he picked up the weaving grass and started making things.

The light on the balcony was neither bright nor dim, casting a soft glow on Fu Siyu.

His expression was serious, as if he was working on a billion-dollar project plan, and his hands moved with incredible skill, creating a strangely compelling balance that unconsciously drew the attention of others.

The two of them sat on the balcony, weaving and talking, blissfully unaware of the passage of time.

By the time Shu Wan returned to her room, it was already past midnight.

Having stayed up late, Shu Wan naturally woke up late the next day, even later than Fu Yang.

As she came downstairs, Fu Yang was sitting at the table, toying with a pile of woven toys.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Yang quickly withdrew his hand and glanced indifferently at the toys on the table. "Do you think she’s only grown older and not smarter? I don’t like these things anymore, and she thinks she can buy me with them."

Shu Wan couldn’t help but laugh and exaggerated, "Your dad spent the whole night making these."

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