Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Across the ocean, in the meeting room, everyone was silent as the grave, cautiously waiting for Fu Siyu's command.

Due to a small issue in the interfacing process, a significant error had occurred in a recent investment plan.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Fu Siyu had identified the problem, otherwise, it would have led to a loss of tens of billions.

Although the loss was recovered, everyone knew that in today's meeting, someone would suffer a terrible fate.

After all, Fu Siyu's way of doing things was always swift and fierce. He had managed to expand the North American market to its maximum in just a few years, thanks to his ruthless methods.

A strange calm spread through the meeting room as Fu Siyu sat at the forefront, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the people in the room.

Just as he was about to start calling names, his phone suddenly rang.

There were not many contacts in Fu Siyu's phone—he would only receive messages from the housekeeper or Shu Wan.

As for Fu Yang... ever since Fu Yang had shed his childish traits, he had never initiated a call to him, so it couldn't be him.

Fu Siyu unlocked the screen, his eyes pausing on the message from the housekeeper.

As the head of the corporation, Fu Siyu was the center of everyone's attention. Seeing him staring at his phone without moving, everyone's hearts were raised again.

After all, Fu Siyu was someone who would merely glance indifferently at a loss of hundreds of billions. He wouldn't normally pay attention to anything else.

But now, Fu Siyu was staring at his phone for so long—there was definitely something amiss.

Was there a greater loss??

People's hearts, already suspended, felt so fragile that a slight breeze could scatter them.

Everyone frantically searched their minds, wondering if they had made any mistakes at work recently and whether confessing proactively would allow them to meet a slightly less ugly end.

At that moment, Fu Siyu looked up, his expression miraculously much more relaxed than before, "Those involved in this issue will lose their half-year bonus. Meeting dismissed."

Not until Fu Siyu's figure had disappeared from the meeting room did everyone dare to believe that the punishment was so light.

"The sun must have risen from the west."

"We dodged a bullet this time; we can't dare do this again—it's too frightening."

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Imperial City, as the night deepened.

Although Fu Yang had agreed to Shu Wan's plan, he had not intended to follow her rule of going to bed early and rising early.

After all, there were so many fun games waiting for him.

But tonight, for some reason, just as Fu Yang sat down in front of the computer, he felt a profound lethargy enveloping his mind, and sleepiness swept over him like a tide.

Fu Yang struggled against the sleepiness and played a game for ten minutes, after which his eyelids became so heavy that he couldn't lift them anymore.

Fu Yang yawned, hazily tossed aside the mouse, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

On the bedside table, the hour hand slowly moved, and at the moment Fu Yang closed his eyes, it pointed to 11—the exact bedtime specified in Shu Wan's schedule.

Fu Yang left the game midway. In the game, because of his absence, his teammates lost a combatant and were repeatedly defeated.

"Damn, why go AFK? Report him, make sure he can't play for a few days."

"Definitely report him, this is too much."

All of this, of course, went unheard by the soundly sleeping Fu Yang.

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The next day was blessed with good weather, the sky high and the clouds sparse, the temperature pleasant.

Shu Wan had a very regular daily routine, going to bed early and rising early as well.

When she came down to the living room, the servants had not yet started cooking.

Seeing Shu Wan, the housekeeper quickly came forward, "My apologies, Young Madam, I will have breakfast prepared right away."

"No need," Shu Wan waved her hand, "stick to the usual time, I'll eat with Fu Yang."

"Alright," the housekeeper, wary of Shu Wan having any special requests, asked, "Is there anything in particular you would like to eat?"

"Just make something different from yesterday," Shu Wan wanted to try some new varieties.

"Alright."

The morning air was fresh, and it was relatively cool. With more than half an hour left until breakfast, Shu Wan decided to take a walk outside and took her phone to the garden.

During her time in modern society, Shu Wan had hardly had any downtime—now alone, she finally could spend some time exploring the various strange inventions of modern society.

For instance, this palm-sized phone could perform so many functions that, if it were in the ancient times, it would definitely be considered an "Immortal Artifact."

Shu Wan studied the functions of the phone for a while, her eyes growing a bit sore, so she looked up to relax.

During the transition from late spring to early summer, the season was usually marked by the withering of many flowers and the vibrant bloom of lotuses, but the flowers in this garden were blooming splendidly.

Shu Wan activated the camera, marveling at the technology's ability to perfectly capture images, and admired the well-maintained beauty of the flowers.

After taking a bunch of photos, Shu Wan leaned on a swing, slowly filtering through them while familiarizing herself with the various social media apps.

Although Shu Wan was from a feudal era, her ability to adapt to new things was strong.

She was particularly interested in apps like WeChat Moments, Weibo, and TikTok.

She first posted a few freshly taken photos on her WeChat Moments, then opened Weibo to try posting there, but, due to the original owner's suspected cheating during college entrance exams leading to numerous reports against her account, it was currently banned.

So Shu Wan turned to a video-sharing platform and registered an account. She recorded a video of a dragonfly perching on a lotus and posted it.

Since it was a new account, the video sank like a stone, unnoticed.

However, her newly posted WeChat Moments drew many responses.

"Miracle, you're up so early, have you finally realized the importance of hard work?"—this was from her agent.

"Tsk, tsk, that garden, Sister has married well."—labeled as 'sister'.

"So, Wanwan, your family is this rich, huh? Then why not invest more? I've got a great new project, we could partner up and definitely earn back the money we lost before."—labeled as 'best friend,' but also the person responsible for the original owner's huge debt.

There were many more replies, most not labeled, which Shu Wan could not recognize.

She browsed other people's Moments for a while, and when she exited, there was another new response.

Initially uninterested, Shu Wan strangely felt the avatar looked familiar.

Upon opening it, it turned out to be Fu Siyu.

"Too much blank space, the lighting is a bit dark, and the composition could be shifted a bit more to the left."

Amidst comments of astonishment and flattery, Fu Siyu's "nitpicking" seemed somewhat out of place.

Most people might find it somewhat offensive.

But now was exactly when Shu Wan eagerly wanted to learn more about modern society, and Fu Si Yu appeared to be one of those highly capable, excellent individuals.

She found his advice very valuable.

Thus, she opened Fu Siyu's chat window and typed, "Haven't you slept yet?"