Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 208 - 132 Consequences

Shu Wan stood to the side, her expression somewhat helpless.

She hadn’t expected that Fu Yang would suddenly barge in.

Impetuous by nature, Fu Yang burst in without questioning, grabbing President Li and beating him mercilessly.

Shu Wan patted Fu Yang’s shoulder, "Put him down first."

"Put him down for what? Does scum like him even deserve to live?"

"I still have something to say to him."

Only then did Fu Yang reluctantly pull President Li up, and with extreme disgust, he threw him to the ground.

At this moment, President Li was no longer the same man who had been the epitome of human and canine resemblance, dressed in his suit and shoes. His clothes were tattered, his complexion pale, and his whole body couldn’t stop trembling.

Shu Wan stepped forward, shaking the USB drive in her hand, "I have recorded everything about you drugging me on this."

Upon hearing this, President Li’s expression didn’t change much.

Others had threatened him like Shu Wan before. He knew that problems that could be solved with money and benefits were not problems at all.

"What do you want?" President Li stared straight into Shu Wan’s eyes, "I can give you anything, as long as you let me go."

What Shu Wan wanted was for President Li to say this, "I want to replace Liu Ying and get the cover of this issue’s main magazine."

Liu Ying had been busy for so long because she was afraid of being overshadowed by Shu Wan on the cover. Shu Wan could tell how much Liu Ying valued this cover.

In truth, Shu Wan didn’t care whether she was on the main cover or not, but since Liu Ying cared so much about it and even wanted to send her to the bed of an investor, Shu Wan decided to take the most coveted cover spot for herself.

"Is that all?" To President Li, this matter was a mere trifle.

"Of course not." Shu Wan handed President Li a bank card, "By ten o’clock tomorrow morning, there needs to be fifty million in here, or else, what you did to Liu, Wang, and Qin will appear in front of all the media."

The things Shu Wan mentioned before really couldn’t catch President Li’s attention. However, now that he heard the names Shu Wan mentioned, President Li was completely stiffened.

He looked at Shu Wan in horror, "Where did you learn about this?"

"Let’s leave it at that." Shu Wan wasn’t prepared to continue the conversation. She looked at Fu Yang, "Let’s go."

Fu Yang followed Shu Wan out. When they reached the door, he stopped, feeling unsatisfied, turned back, and kicked President Li.

Then he caught up with Shu Wan, silent.

The two of them got into the car, and as the vehicle moved through the silent night sky, half an hour had passed, and Fu Yang still hadn’t spoken.

Shu Wan looked up at Fu Yang and, as expected, his face was full of unhappiness.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and those peach-blossom eyes, which held a slight arc even when not smiling, were now cold.

Shu Wan chuckled, "Don’t be angry; he couldn’t have hurt me anyway."

Not to mention her martial prowess, she was adept at using poison. If she wished, she could incapacitate President Li with drugs at any moment, so this risky move wouldn’t bring her any danger.

Hearing Shu Wan’s words, however, did not soothe Fu Yang’s mood; instead, it darkened even more.

He glared at Shu Wan coldly, "Of course, you’re so capable. With your skills, why be an actress? I suggest you just enlist and single-handedly defeat the entire United States."

Listening to Fu Yang’s sarcastic ridicule, Shu Wan wasn’t angry; instead, she felt a faint warmth in her heart.

Fu Yang was about to continue his sarcasm, but unexpectedly, Shu Wan suddenly leaned forward, staring straight into his eyes which seemed to hold the spring waters of the Altaic in July, pure and clear, "Thank you for your concern. I’ll be more careful next time."

Fu Yang was momentarily speechless.

He hesitated for a while, a faint blush spreading over his temples and the corners of his eyes, "Who is concerned about you?"

"Fu Yang," Shu Wan called him.

Reluctantly, Fu Yang responded, "What is it?"

"Between loved ones, it’s actually most important to express one’s feelings without any reservations." Shu Wan’s voice resonated above his head, gentle and comforting.

Fu Yang looked up, encountering Shu Wan’s smiling gaze, and for a moment, he almost dared not meet her eyes.

He turned his head away, his fingers unconsciously clenching the edge of the sofa, "Who is your loved one? I said I’m not concerned about you."

"Alright then." Shu Wan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, "But I am quite concerned about you. You haven’t had dinner coming here at this time. Have something simple when you get back before you go to sleep."

Shu Wan’s gaze was gentle, yet when it fell on Fu Yang, he felt as if it weighed a ton, burning everywhere it touched.