Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 372 - 205 External Aid_2

Chapter 372: Chapter 205 External Aid_2

Fu Yang opened the other boxes, and they all contained letters.

He picked up one of them, tore open the seal, and inside was a handwritten letter from Fu Siyu.

"Happy New Year, Xiao Yang...."

The letters were all written during the New Year, each one was thick, and all were handwritten by Fu Siyu.

The content of the letters was quite ordinary, nothing major, mostly summaries of Fu Yang’s studies and life over the past year, pointing out his shortcomings, and encouraging his progress.

Without any bias, these were heartfelt family letters, and the writer was actually very attentive to Fu Yang’s life.

Because whether it was Fu Yang’s grades or his daily life, someone had always been reporting back to Fu Siyu.

However, Fu Yang saw them too late.

He only flipped through two letters before stuffing all of them back into the box, as if he didn’t want to see them at all.

"Absolutely nonsensical."

Fu Yang pursed his lips tightly, and the light cast a shadow over his drooping eyes, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

He sat alone on the carpet for a while before standing up, walking to the desk to grab the sugar water that Fu Siyu had sent over, intending to throw it into the trash.

Yet, as the sugar water box hovered above the trash can, ready to be thrown the next second, Fu Yang turned his wrist and took the box back.

He threw the sugar water box back on the table, indifferently opened a game, and played for a while but quickly lost, with a dismal score of 0-7.

Normally, if he were beaten like this, Fu Yang would have rolled up his sleeves and immediately started another match out of frustration.

Yet at that moment, Fu Yang’s expression was calm, as if the win or loss in the game didn’t matter to him because his attention wasn’t really there at all.

With a usual expression, Fu Yang clicked to continue to the next game, and while waiting for teammates to match, he reached for the sugar water box and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The soft, sticky cassava spread in his mouth, carrying a hint of osmanthus fragrance. Despite being a dessert soup, it wasn’t overly sweet, just a faint lingering aftertaste.

"Lin Yang, why aren’t you picking a hero?"

Fu Yang’s classmate had already joined the team and, seeing that Fu Yang hadn’t responded, reminded him.

"I’m coming."

In the team chat, Fu Yang’s microphone flickered once and imparted his throaty voice.

His classmate thought Fu Yang might have a cold, "Are you okay? The flu is quite serious recently, do you have it?"

"No."

Fu Yang’s voice came through again, now sounding perfectly normal.

"Oh, alright then, we’re all ready, we can start."

On the screen, the mouse clicked start, and the dim blue light flickered, reflecting on Fu Yang’s face in front of the screen, unable to hide his slightly reddened eyes.

This time, Shu Wan’s typhoid was fierce; in her own words, someone who hadn’t been sick in a long time would experience severe symptoms if they did fall ill.

Just like her this time, her high fever lasted three full days before subsiding. When the fever didn’t break on the second day, Fu Siyu had already summoned a top-tier team of twenty specialists to treat Shu Wan.

Shu Wan found it somewhat excessive and laughed through her tears, but since Fu Siyu meant well, she could only accept it.

The next afternoon, the high fever finally subsided, but her head still ached, and coughing symptoms started to appear.

To prevent infecting more people, except for a few designated servants who delivered things, only Fu Siyu continuously stayed by Shu Wan’s side to take care of her.

Fu Siyu’s work was very demanding, and even when he was at home, he had to continuously deal with documents.

Every time Shu Wan awoke, she would see Fu Siyu sitting beside working on his laptop.

"I’m feeling a bit better now; you don’t have to work so hard."

Shu Wan sat up, draped in a blanket, and took a sip of water from a cup.

"I can’t help but worry, and the work isn’t that important."

Seeing Shu Wan awake, Fu Siyu put aside his laptop and naturally touched her forehead, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Fairly okay."

"Mm."

As he responded, Fu Siyu picked up a peeler, ready to peel an apple for Shu Wan to eat.

Watching Fu Siyu meticulously, Shu Wan felt a very strange sensation stirring within her.

From the moment she met Fu Siyu, he had always been a very gentlemanly and kind person, so much so that over such a long time, Shu Wan had always thought it normal for Fu Siyu to treat her well.

Not the kind of normal taken for granted, but the kind, where such goodness didn’t feel odd at all.