Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 94 - 66 Talent_3

Chapter 94: Chapter 66 Talent_3

Shu Wan’s inexplicable few words made Fu Yang a bit uneasy inside. "Are you crazy?"

Shu Wan closed her eyes and said nothing, trying hard to drive the magazine image she had just seen out of her mind.

When they returned home and had dinner, Shu Wan took Fu Yang into the study.

Considering that Shu Wan didn’t have to work today, Fu Yang reluctantly endured it.

He acted as Shu Wan’s tape recorder, sitting beside her and reading the textbook aloud.

The spring sunlight was warm, and the gentle rays leapt over the tall French windows onto Shu Wan and Fu Yang.

Fu Yang lay on the sofa, stretching out the words while yawning and reading the textbook.

On the other side, Shu Wan sat at the desk with a junior high textbook by her side, but her gaze fell elsewhere.

A breeze brushed past, lifting the hair beside Fu Yang’s ear, sweeping over the messy desk, and lightly pausing near Shu Wan’s hand, rustling the pages of the book.

Time passed by bit by bit, and at some point, Fu Yang’s voice stopped.

He was still holding the book, but his body had already lain down on the sofa, soundly asleep.

Shu Wan didn’t wake him, but simply covered him with a blanket and then went back to her desk to do her own things.

When Fu Yang woke up again, the outside had changed from day to night.

He subconsciously lifted his arm only to find a blanket covering him.

Fu Yang turned his head to look at the desk, where Shu Wan was still sitting upright, earnestly solving problems.

The light fell on her, as if it too was tinted with a touch of serenity, and the atmosphere grew quiet.

Shu Wan was extremely beautiful, and Fu Yang couldn’t deny that even against his will.

Moreover, in terms of age, Shu Wan was only a few years older than Fu Yang.

But every time Fu Yang saw Shu Wan, he felt that she had a calmness and peace beyond her years.

It was a feeling Fu Yang never had in front of anyone else, different from Fu Siyu’s mountain-like stability.

On Shu Wan, there was a unique gentleness, almost like...

The moment this idea popped into his mind, Fu Yang immediately dismissed it.

He felt he must have been influenced by Shu Wan to have such an outrageous thought.

Shu Wan was still solving problems, so Fu Yang simply pretended to be asleep, closing his eyes again.

But Shu Wan wasn’t planning on letting him go. "For problem 16, why did I get a different answer? Come and take a look."

Fu Yang kept his eyes closed and didn’t move, pretending he hadn’t heard her.

"I think, the reason why people respect your father so much is partly because his word is his bond. I think that’s a very important quality for a person, don’t you think?" Shu Wan raised her head, her gaze landing on Fu Yang.

Clearly, she knew how to hit where it hurt.

Shu Wan had long realized that despite Fu Yang’s daily complaints about Fu Siyu, deep down, Fu Siyu was an unspoken standard of effort for him.

By saying he wasn’t like Fu Siyu in keeping promises, she immediately ignited his competitive spirit.

Fu Yang sat up, yawned, and stretched. "Did you just speak to me? What did you say?"

"I said I don’t know how to solve problem 16, come and take a look." Shu Wan repeated.

Fu Yang walked over and glanced at it, somewhat speechless. "It’s so simple, and you can’t do it? You’re really dumb."

Hearing this, Shu Wan’s eyebrows slightly lifted.

The set of problems she was working on was a collection of real exam questions she had specifically compiled, where problem 16 was a physics question that was somewhat difficult even for her.

"How should it be done?" Shu Wan concealed her thoughts and continued to ask Fu Yang.

"Ugh," Fu Yang disdainfully picked up a pen and wrote a few strokes on the paper, producing a solution different from the one in the answer guide. "Just like this, got it? Maybe you shouldn’t even bother with exams and just be a pretty vase."

Fu Yang also boasted about his good grades only when he was trying to irk Shu Wan; he knew his own academic weight.

He never listened during class, and he didn’t even recognize his teachers.

His ability to solve problems was entirely from the past two days of reading textbooks to Shu Wan.

To him, if such a simple question stumped Shu Wan, she was doomed to be illiterate for life, so what was the point of even taking exams?

Listening to Fu Yang’s words, Shu Wan smiled and redid the problem following Fu Yang’s approach. "Like this?"

"Hmm," Fu Yang lazily leaned on the edge of the desk. "Can you let me go to sleep now? What time is it? Even a donkey isn’t used like this."

"Go on," Shu Wan waved her hand. "I’ll check some more."

After Fu Yang left the study, Shu Wan finally tossed the junior high school question book aside and took out a set of senior high school review questions from the drawer, seriously correlating them with knowledge points to study.

Until late at night, the light in the study remained on.

Despite going to bed late, the next morning Shu Wan woke up very early, had breakfast, and then took Fu Yang with her to the film crew.

The moment Wang Tian saw Fu Yang, his eyes lit up. "Where did this handsome guy come from? Top-notch? Have you signed with a company? Consider our company, guaranteed to make you red-hot within a year, a top influencer in two, a superstar in three."

But he didn’t expect that Fu Yang was not at all receptive to his pitch.

Fu Yang stood beside Shu Wan, lazily glanced at Wang Tian, and scorned, "Old swindler."

Hey! Wang Tian, quick-tempered as ever, thought: Who are you calling old? Who are you calling a swindler? Kids these days really have no limits!