Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 30 - Making a Fortune

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Making a Fortune

Chapter 30 -30 Making a Fortune

After updating the contact name, Fu Yang finally looked up, his eyebrows raised provocatively at Shu Wan.

“You never said changing contact names was not allowed.”

Shu Wan, with a composed expression, took back her phone and nodded.

“Indeed.”

Then, quite naturally, she changed Fu Yang’s contact name to “Little Monster.”

“….” Fu Yang frowned, big monster…

little monster, it somehow felt even weirder than a mother-son relationship.

“Are you sick?

Why are you copying me?”

“Have you applied for a patent?” Serendipitously, Shu Wan had recently been studying intellectual property law, and anything not protected by a patent was fair game for everyone to share.

“…..” Alright, unable to win against Shu Wan, Fu Yang chose to give up.

He stood up, dusting off his clothes.

“Just a warning, don’t keep calling me.

I only take one call per week from you, any more than that and I won’t answer.”

Saying this, without waiting for Shu Wan to respond, Fu Yang walked away.

He returned to his room, took a quick shower, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Shu Wan was already seated at the table.

Fu Yang reached for his customary cup out of habit, but grabbed at thin air.

“Get me a bottle of mine—” Fu Yang didn’t finish his sentence, glanced at Shu Wan, and quickly changed his request, “Bring me a bottle of Coke.”

“Young Master, the Young Madam has already ordered all drinks to be thrown out yesterday.

We only have boiled water now.”

“…Then I won’t drink.” Since morning, Shu Wan had been trying to get him to drink the household water, but he purposely didn’t want to acquiesce to her wish.

But today’s breakfast, as if intentionally torturing him, was either stuffed buns, dumplings, or mixed noodles, crispy noodles, or toast.

Even the fruits were dry bananas and avocados that made one more thirsty the more one ate.

By the end of it, Fu Yang felt his mouth was so dry that he could almost spit sparks.

He never drank soy milk, but now looking at the only cup of it on the table, he thought it wasn’t totally unacceptable.

Fu Yang hesitated for a moment but eventually reached out to take the soy milk.

However, Shu Wan’s hand was faster and more decisive.

She grabbed the soy milk and took a sip first.

….Unable to help it, Fu Yang rolled his eyes.

If Shu Wan wasn’t doing this on purpose, then ghosts wouldn’t believe it!

But he had just boasted that he would not drink the household water, and he couldn’t go back on his word in front of Shu Wan.

Fu Yang glanced around the living room and noted wryly that Shu Wan was indeed good at hiding things—now there probably wasn’t even a hint of water vapor left in the entire room.

Throwing down his chopsticks, Fu Yang announced, “It’s tasteless without sauce.

I’ll go find some.”

Saying this, he entered the kitchen and searched through the fridge.

Unfortunately, the servants had already stashed away fruits and vegetables with any moisture content, not to mention drinks or water.

After searching for quite some time and finding nothing, Fu Yang became even more parched.

Frustration almost made him laugh; he was such a rich heir and had come to a point where he couldn’t even get a sip of water!

In a huff, he stormed out to have it out with Shu Wan.

But out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a full bottle of mineral water on the cabinet behind Shu Wan, which she, with her back turned, would not notice.

Fu Yang’s eyes gleamed as he strode over to Shu Wan.

“Hey, you’re not planning to go to school with me today too, are you?”

“Not going,” Shu Wan took a bite of her bun and sipped her soy milk.

“I have other things to do today.”

“Oh, at least you’re sensible.”

Fu Yang talked with Shu Wan while reaching for the water bottle on the cabinet.

Just as his hand was about to grasp it, Shu Wan suddenly turned her head, startling him into quickly retracting his hand and scratching his hair as a cover.

Startled, Fu Yang behaved himself for a moment before coming up with another idea.

Having shared meals over the past few days, Fu Yang had noticed that Shu Wan didn’t like green onions.

While Shu Wan was looking down to eat, Fu Yang grabbed a handful of green onions and sprinkled them directly into her porridge, “Little Mother, eat some more.”

Shu Wan paused, lifted her head to glance at Fu Yang, who curved his lips upward, “This is for your own good.

You wouldn’t want to waste food.”

Shu Wan lowered her head again and began picking out the green onions from her bowl piece by piece.

Making use of this distraction, Fu Yang reached back for the water bottle and quickly made his exit.

When Fu Yang’s figure had disappeared from the doorway, the housekeeper stepped forward, “Young Madam, the Young Master has taken the water with him.” ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Shu Wan wasn’t surprised, picking the last piece of green onion from her porridge bowl, “Prepare it for him every day from now on.”

“Yes.”

Outside at the moment, Fu Yang, dying of thirst, twisted off the bottle cap and gulped down nearly half the bottle, finally relieving the dryness inside him.

It was only then that Fu Yang realized something was off.

Fu Yang had never really cared for soda or beverages.

He wasn’t interested in industrial products.

Throughout his life, he could count the brands of mineral water that had passed his lips on one hand.

But the water he drank today was unmistakably different; something had been added to it, making the first sip sweet.

Moreover, this sweetness was exceptionally faint.

It was only after drinking that one could appreciate its subtle flavor, which slightly altered the taste of the water, making it refreshing and thirst-quenching.

Suddenly, Fu Yang remembered what the housekeeper had said that morning about Shu Wan adding some herbal ingredients to the water, making it taste better.

Shu Wan had such a skill?

What was up with this woman?

Was she specially trained by his father to cure him?

He knew it.

Fu Siyu and he just didn’t get along, always looking for ways to torment him.

Not long after Fu Yang left, Shu Wan also got ready and had the driver take her to the entrance of the Film and Television City.

Unfamiliar with modern car brands, Shu Wan had no idea that the limited edition Rolls-Royce she was in was so eye-catching.

Combined with her face, as soon as she appeared, everyone’s attention was drawn to her.

No matter where Shu Wan went, she attracted a hundred percent turning heads.

Faced with onlookers, she just assumed it was due to her looks and didn’t associate it with the car.

As she walked in, her agent called over, “Shu Wan, how come you haven’t arrived?

The person before you is almost done with their audition, and you’re next.”

“I’m already here, are you the one in pink clothes?”

“Yes, where are you?” the agent spoke while looking up, “I don’t see you, what are you wearing?”

“A green dress with wooden hibiscus patterns on it.”

The agent looked again, “I don’t see you—wait, what the fuck…”

He closed his eyes, then opened them wide, then closed and opened again, finally recognizing those familiar features.

The ethereal beauty not far away was, in fact, Shu Wan.

His first reaction: Holy crap!!

It’s like seeing a ghost!

Second reaction: Dear heavens!!

He was going to strike it rich!