Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 362 - 200 Proof

Chapter 362: Chapter 200 Proof

The dream was too real, causing Shu Wan to be trapped in a nightmare, everything in the dream seemed to possess a magical force that was pulling her in, not letting her escape.

Shu Wan knew she should wake up now, but she was submerged in the dream and couldn’t break free; the past life scenes, as real as reality, entangled her like a boundless black net, preventing her from leaving.

"Shu Wan, Shu Wan, how are you?"

During a hazy moment, Shu Wan heard a familiar voice calling out to her, along with the scent of sandalwood that cleared her thoughts, distinguishing the dream from reality.

Shu Wan opened her eyes and met Fu Siyu’s profound gaze; his usually calm and collected eyes were clearly filled with worry now.

"You’ve woken up, are you okay?"

Shu Wan usually woke up at a fixed time, but this morning, it had been over half an hour and she still hadn’t come downstairs, which made Fu Siyu feel something was odd so he went upstairs to check on her.

Then he saw Shu Wan frowning deeply with a pale expression, and even with multiple calls, she didn’t wake up.

"I’m fine, the nightmare has stopped."

Her voice was a bit hoarse from not speaking all night. She looked out the window, where in the distance, a line of black dots was moving toward them; these were the rescue vehicles and helicopters that had rushed up the mountain following Fu Siyu’s orders.

"The doctor has also come, he’ll examine you in a little while."

Fu Siyu’s gaze deepened as he looked at Shu Wan. It was rare to see such a bewildered expression on her face, and it only made him more worried.

"Yes."

Shu Wan didn’t reject Fu Siyu’s concern.

She sat up, her gaze landing on a painting at the foot of the bed, "Can I take this painting back to the Estate?"

Fu Siyu followed Shu Wan’s gaze to the painting, his expression slightly tightened, "Is there something special about this painting? Or is it this artist who is special to you? You seem to particularly like it."

"When I was a child, someone saved my life. Every time he wrote to me, he used this signature."

Shu Wan simply explained, without bringing up her past life.

"Yes."

Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered, "Then I’ll have someone wrap the painting up and send it to the Estate."

"Okay."

The weather was good today; the snow on the mountain was starting to melt. As Shu Wan and Fu Siyu were descending in the helicopter, they could see large swaths of pine and cypress bushes emerging from the cover of the snow, forming a lush vista that brought a sense of vitality amid desolation.

The distant feeling brought by the dream seemed to be smoothed over by this refreshing green scene.

Shu Wan looked down at the view while Fu Siyu sat beside her, quietly watching her.

For some reason, Fu Siyu always had a sense that Shu Wan was far away from him and, at times like this, he even felt like Shu Wan was like a gust of wind, about to vanish from his sight the next second.

"The pharmaceutical plant has started operating, I’ll have someone send you the report when it’s ready."

At this moment, Shu Wan turned her head towards him, Fu Siyu slightly lowered his eyes, covering their dark depths, "Alright."

Once the helicopter reached the base of the mountain, Shu Wan’s phone finally caught a signal; opening it, she found a myriad of calls and messages.

Shu Wan replied to several important ones before heading back to the Estate with Fu Siyu.

As soon as they reached the entrance to the Estate, they encountered Fu Yang skating back.

Fu Yang’s gaze swept over Fu Siyu and Shu Wan indifferently; neither of them paid him any attention and went straight inside. Soon, he was out the door with his backpack and walked past Fu Siyu and Shu Wan without a sidelong glance, heading straight for the car.

Fu Yang’s mood seemed off today, but due to last night’s nightmare, Shu Wan didn’t have the energy to focus much on Fu Yang.

After a night full of dreams, Shu Wan was very tired, "I want to go up and rest a bit more."

"Alright, I’ll have the kitchen prepare something for you to eat when you wake up."

"Thank you."

Watching Shu Wan’s slow ascent up the stairs, Fu Siyu’s gaze darkened as he reached out to unwrap the painting brought back from the villa, fixing his eyes on the plum blossom-shaped signature for a long time.

On the internet at this moment, because Shu Wan had not responded for two whole days regarding the calligraphy issue, and since the whistleblower kept posting various calligraphy works on their account,

Connoisseurs of calligraphy could tell that the style of the works posted by the whistleblower was indeed the same as the one Shu Wan used in the drama.

Therefore, there was ongoing denunciation regarding Shu Wan using someone else’s work.

Furthermore, ever since the movie "Netherworld Ring," Shu Wan’s popularity and fame had been on the rise; in the entertainment circle where resources are limited, if someone rises, inevitably someone else must fall.

Those who originally occupied the resources naturally did not want newcomers to thrive, prompting various social media armies to seize this opportunity and begin to crazily set the agenda, going so far as to attack the artist’s character.

Brands that had been observing the situation began to back off.

As for the whistleblower, they gained countless followers out of public sympathy.

"Actually, it wouldn’t have mattered if Shu Wan had told me she wanted to use my work," the creator had stated. "I created them to share with fans, but taking them without asking really hurts."

"What do you mean it wouldn’t matter? She used it in a drama series—that’s commercial use. She definitely owes you money. We can’t let them get away with this."

"The gap between people is really quite large. Shu Wan is still hiding like a turtle, and her fans keep calling her a Goddess. That’s a joke."

"It doesn’t have to be said so harshly... Though it’s true that Shu Wan stealing someone’s work isn’t the most upright behavior, there’s no need to bash her acting skills. I think she performs really well."

The controversy escalated when a well-known calligrapher appeared on a literary variety show.

In an official variety show recording, each episode invited several experts and masters to critique.

Normally, the production team would use uncontroversial works to avoid causing public uproar after the broadcast.

But this time, for some unknown reasons, the production team chose to show a video from a drama series where Shu Wan was writing calligraphy, asking, "This actress claims she wrote this calligraphy herself, what do you think?"

The old expert glanced at it and dismissively waved his hand, "Absolutely impossible, she’s lying, it can’t be."

"Why do you say that?"

"While the spirit and bone of the character aren’t well-established, just from the form alone, it’s already quite perfect. Such handwriting couldn’t possibly be achieved without decades of practice—a mere actress, whose eyes only see money, couldn’t possibly write like this."

The expert took another serious look at the calligraphy Shu Wan wrote in the video and kept nodding, "The handwriting is indeed good, it’s just a shame to associate it with such an attention-seeking actress."

With Shu Wan’s soaring popularity, any news related to her quickly drew public attention.

Soon, the old expert’s words spread across the internet by marketing accounts, further corroborating the whistleblower’s accusations against Shu Wan.

"I know this person; he’s renowned in the Calligraphy World. If he says Shu Wan is lying, then it must definitely be true."

"Shu Wan hasn’t been famous for long, why is she always in the eye of the storm? She really has a knack for hitting the hot searches."

"Why is Shu Wan still playing dead? Isn’t she supposed to be highly emotionally intelligent? Maybe this time she just can’t find any excuses."

The focus of the public discussion was just waking up.

After returning to the Estate, Shu Wan hadn’t had those strange dreams anymore and had a good quality of sleep.

Her mental state was back to normal, and after checking her phone, she found out that the handwriting she wrote in the drama was accused by everyone of being stolen.

Countless people on Weibo were tagging her, demanding that she apologize to the whistleblower.

Following everyone’s tags, Shu Wan took a look at the artwork posted by the whistleblower and immediately saw that it was an imitation of her own handwriting, quite template-like, likely using some technology to replicate her style.

Seeing that the whistleblower was still incessantly posting on Weibo, insinuating that she had stolen the work and lacked integrity, Shu Wan directly replied under his post, "Such ugly handwriting, I wouldn’t want it."

Shu Wan was merely being honest; after all, during the shooting, she had intentionally written the characters in a rather hasty manner.

Because Su Wan’s character, although renowned as the most beautiful woman who excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

In reality, the Marquis Mansion had rushed to teach Su Wan as many skills as possible, and each was taught quite crudely.

Moreover, at the time Su Wan wrote that piece of calligraphy, she had already risen to the status of Imperial Concubine, holds a preeminent position, naturally carried an air of agitation.

That piece of calligraphy was designed by Shu Wan to align with the character’s traits in the drama; in her previous life, it was the kind of poor handwriting that scholars would burn for firewood.

Shu Wan genuinely found the handwriting ugly, yet her comment was perceived by others as a complete provocation.

"I’m laughing to death, I’ve studied calligraphy for many years and never seen such a good script. Is Shu Wan’s top scorer title real or fake, can’t she even differentiate good from bad?"

"Ugly? If it’s so ugly, why steal it? You’re just blatantly lying. You’ve made so much money, can’t you just pay the copyright fees? No need for such antics, don’t ruin our good impression of your acting."

"An old expert from the Calligraphy World personally recognized it as good handwriting, yet in Shu Wan’s mouth, it became ugly. Do you think you know better than the expert? How come I don’t see you becoming a calligrapher? Really, you’re giving me a good laugh here—celebrities will be celebrities, uneducated even if they are top scorers."

Shu Wan’s response drew even more insults and skepticism.

In response to everyone’s doubts, Shu Wan posted on Weibo, "See you at 8 PM in the live stream."

Since everyone refused to believe that the handwriting was genuinely ugly, she would write a truly beautiful piece live for all to see.