Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 87 - 63 Repaying Gratitude_4

Chapter 87: Chapter 63 Repaying Gratitude_4

"Just with your level as a dropout of the nine-year compulsory education, you’re thinking of taking the college entrance exam within three months?" Fu Yang was dumbfounded. "You don’t seriously believe you’re the reincarnation of a top scorer?"

Hearing Fu Yang’s words, Shu Wan was momentarily stunned; in a sense, Fu Yang had guessed correctly.

In her past life, if Shu Wan had been eligible to participate in the imperial examinations, she was confident that she could have achieved the status of top scorer.

Unfortunately, as a woman, she was not eligible to take the exams.

To say she was the reincarnation of a top scorer might indeed be fitting.

"So now I need to learn middle school knowledge." Shu Wan tapped the books on the table. "Start with Chinese literature for me."

Fu Yang didn’t want to read, but under the threat of being sent to the army, Fu Yang finally picked up a book and sat down beside her, reluctantly starting to read,

"Spring," by Zhu Ziqing

Looking forward to it, eagerly waiting, the east wind arrives, the footsteps of spring draw near.

...

Little grasses stealthily emerge from the soil, tender and green.

...

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, none yielding to the others, all bloom profusely. Reds like fire, pinks like rosy clouds, whites like snow.

...

The willow wind on the face is not cold, truly, it’s like the touch of a mother’s hand... the flute of the cowherd boy on the ox’s back, at this time, also resounds loud and clear all day."

No matter how much of a slacker Fu Yang was, as a child he had been trained by masters from around the world.

Even he hadn’t noticed, but when he read the texts, his diction was impeccable and appropriate, making it quite pleasant to listen to.

As Shu Wan listened, she posed questions to Fu Yang, "What was the second line of the neck-verse of the previous poem again?"

"Bountiful in lush grass." Fu Yang had successfully lulled himself to sleep while reading; responding instinctively to Shu Wan’s question, he added, "If you can’t even remember that, forget about the college entrance exam, you might as well go home and farm."

Shu Wan ignored him, "Keep reading."

Fu Yang yawned and continued to read the text emotionlessly, and as he read, his body slid along the closet to the edge of the bed.

Because he was leaning on the soft mattress, Fu Yang’s already deep drowsiness found its haven.

He sank into a deep sleep, not even realizing when the book slipped from his hand to the floor.

Hearing the noise beside the bed, Shu Wan turned her head to glance at Fu Yang.

Probably because he had been living a bit too freely and arrogantly these past few days, Fu Yang had lost a bit of weight, his chin appearing sharper, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes after gaming all night.

He lay beside Shu Wan’s hand, his usual rebellious and obstinate demeanor gone, submissive like the ferret Shu Wan had kept in her previous life.

That little creature had also been wary of Shu Wan at first, showing teeth and claws at every turn. If Shu Wan hadn’t known how to use medicine, she might have been bitten by the ferret.

After some time, the ferret never showed Shu Wan its teeth and claws again.

After all, any animal displays its teeth and claws out of a sense of insecurity—but once they feel secure, they will retract their claws obediently.

Fu Yang was dreaming about something as his brows furrowed deeply, and the hand beside the bed clenched the bedsheet.

Looking at his clean and delicate profile, Shu Wan reached out and patted his shoulder.

Miraculously, the dark mood in Fu Yang’s brows dispersed, and the grip on the bedsheet gradually loosened.

It was already late, and Shu Wan felt sleepy as well.

She glanced at her phone to prepare for bed but noticed someone had sent her a direct message on a short-video platform, "Hello Lushan people, could we buy the photo you posted earlier?"

Fu Yang was asleep, and Shu Wan couldn’t reply to the message—in fact, she had no intention of selling any photos.

She swept her phone aside and then lay down, turning off the light to sleep.

Beneath her pillow and without a reply from Shu Wan, the sender seemed not to mind and casually sent Shu Wan a red packet with a "Thank you," then disappeared among the turbulent comments.

Shu Wan hadn’t made any impression of the matter; she had a good night’s sleep.

Although Shu Wan didn’t have the habit of being picky with beds, she indeed felt more relaxed psychologically after returning to the Imperial City.

She slept for about 8 hours, and when she woke up, the sun was already high.

Fu Yang was no longer by the bed; at the moment, he was sprawled on the couch, covered his head with a blanket, sound asleep.

In the past, Shu Wan would not have thought of forcibly waking Fu Yang, but now things were different.

Shu Wan needed to remind Fu Yang of the consequences of his capriciousness, "Fu Yang, get up."

Fu Yang didn’t move.

Shu Wan pushed a cup off the cabinet and softly called out; immediately, Fu Yang threw off the blanket and ran over.