Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 39 - 38 Angry

Chapter 39: Chapter 38: Angry

Chapter 39 -38: Angry

Although he was craving it, Fu Yang didn’t want to experience the nauseating pain he felt yesterday ever again.

He shifted his gaze away from the beef noodles and forced himself to swallow a spoonful of bland white porridge.

Hmm, if you savor it, white porridge can also taste sweet, Fu Yang tried to hypnotize himself.

Unfortunately, the aroma of the beef noodles was simply too strong.

The scent of chili oil mixed with the flavors of the noodles and beef aggressively tempted Fu Yang’s taste buds; he couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Shu Wan.

Shu Wan didn’t eat directly, instead she took a small bowl, picked some noodles with her chopsticks into the bowl, and then grabbed a bottle of boiling water, pouring a lot into the bowl.

Fu Yang frowned, “Do you even know how to eat noodles?

They’ll be soggy and taste horrible after soaking them in water like that.”

Right after he spoke, Shu Wan placed the bowl of noodles, which had been rinsed with hot water, in front of Fu Yang.

Fu Yang instantly fell silent.

Even though the hot water had washed away much of the chili oil, the noodles still carried an intense fragrance.

He involuntarily swallowed, “What are you doing?”

“I rinsed them with hot water, they won’t be too greasy now.

You can have a little,” Shu Wan said while picking up a few noodles to try.

They were spicy but tasted really good.

Fu Yang intended to be stubborn and refuse the small bowl of noodles offered by Shu Wan, but in contrast to the pitifully pale rice porridge, the noodles seemed so tempting.

Ultimately, Fu Yang couldn’t resist and took a bite of the noodles.

Delicious!

It was just a bit too little.

At Fu Yang’s age, when his appetite was considerable, a few bites of noodles were far from enough to satisfy his hunger.

But he couldn’t bring himself to actively ask Shu Wan for more and turned back to eating the remaining white porridge.

This time, no matter how much he tried to hypnotize himself, it still tasted bland and uninteresting.

Fu Yang sipped the white porridge disinterestedly when, unexpectedly, several slices of beef appeared in his bowl, the kind that had been rinsed with hot water.

Fu Yang turned his head and saw Shu Wan wearing plastic gloves, peeling the outer layer off the pan-fried buns that had been fried in oil, revealing the soft, fluffy white dough inside.

Then, the soft bun, now devoid of its greasy outer layer, landed in his bowl.

Fu Yang’s grip on the bowl tightened slightly, “What now?

Found out that forcing me didn’t work, so you’ve changed tactics to butter me up?

I’m not buying what you’re selling.”

“You’re right about everything, just eat up,” Shu Wan removed her gloves and began to eat the unpeeled bun, biting into it to release a burst of delicious meaty flavor, her eyes and brows relaxing, “Eat up.

The doctor will come for a follow-up.

If there’s no problem, I’ll take you home.”

“The weasel greets the chicken for New Year,” Fu Yang looked at Shu Wan’s profile suspiciously, always feeling that she was scheming something.

However, while he was doubtful, he still ate whatever Shu Wan gave him without fail.

Just as the two finished breakfast, the doctor and nurse came to make their rounds.

At that moment, Shu Wan was outside throwing away trash, leaving Fu Yang alone in the ward.

After examining Fu Yang, the doctor wrote down some instructions in the medical record, “Where’s your family?”

Fu Yang habitually answered, “No—”

“I’m here.” Shu Wan came into the room without Fu Yang noticing, walking towards them, “Doctor, I’m his mother; you can talk to me about anything.”

The doctor looked at Shu Wan, then at Fu Yang in slight surprise, “You’re his mother?

You’ve taken great care of yourself.”

The doctor’s comment was already quite tactful; in fact, he thought that Fu Yang and Shu Wan didn’t seem to have much of an age difference.

Shu Wan looked like she had just come of age.

“His condition has stabilized.

After he’s discharged, there are some things he needs to pay attention to…” The doctor wasn’t that gossipy after all and quickly composed himself, instructing Shu Wan on some dietary and lifestyle precautions.

After the doctor and nurse left, Shu Wan poured Fu Yang a glass of water, “You can be discharged this afternoon.”

Fu Yang glanced at her but didn’t take the glass from her hand, “I’m not feeling well, I won’t be leaving the hospital.”

Fu Yang wasn’t foolish, he knew he could no longer win against Shu Wan.

If he went back home, he would certainly have to submit to all sorts of plans Shu Wan had for him, which was less comfortable than staying in the hospital.

Realizing this, Fu Yang conveniently laid back on the bed, “Ouch, my head hurts so much, I hope it’s not a concussion, get a doctor to check on me quickly.”

Shu Wan was about to say something but before she could speak, her phone rang.

It was her agent Wang Tian calling, “Baby, are you busy?

The production team has asked you to come over now for a costume fitting photo.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang, “Then you just stay in the hospital for now, I’ll come back after I’m done.”

“Don’t, I get an even worse headache when I see you.” Fu Yang buried himself in the blankets, and muttered a muffled reply.

Shu Wan didn’t respond and walked out of the ward.

After giving instructions to the housekeeper, she left directly.

Watching Shu Wan’s departing figure, the housekeeper’s face was fraught with worry, unsure if he could handle the Young Master the way Shu Wan did.

Sure enough, the next second, Fu Yang’s voice rang out from the ward, “Housekeeper, come in.”

The housekeeper, close to tears, knew he was in for it.

He managed to squeeze out a smile and then entered the ward, “Young Master, what can I do for you?”

Unlike when he was subdued in front of Shu Wan, Fu Yang now reclined lazily at the head of the bed and pointed around the room, “This is so ugly, change all this. freeweɓnøvel.com

Put a gaming console over here, a computer there, and bring my skateboard from home; I want to play when I have nothing to do.”

“Young Master,” the housekeeper cautiously began, “Young Madam said when she left…”

“Heh,” the housekeeper hadn’t finished speaking when Fu Yang interrupted with a cold snort.

After all, he was the sole heir of the Fu Family.

Lifting his chin slightly, when he looked at someone, although there was more of the impudence of a young man, he already possessed a crushing presence somewhat like Fu Siyu’s, “Is it she or I who has the surname of ‘Fu’?

Who is your boss in the end?

My words don’t matter anymore, is that it?”

The housekeeper was still hesitating.

Fu Yang reached out to pull out the IV, “Fine, no one listens to me, then why am I even bothering with this illness, I might as well die of it.”

Finally, the housekeeper couldn’t bear it and stepped forward, “Okay, okay, Young Master, you wait here, I will immediately instruct people to take care of it.”

The housekeeper was efficient, and within less than two hours, the ward had been transformed into a mini electronic gaming paradise.

What was happening in the hospital was unknown to Shu Wan at the moment; she had already arrived at the Film and Television City, waiting to take still photos for the TV drama.

Compared to other actresses, Shu Wan had the most costume designs, even more than the lead actress.

After all, her character in the drama was of a highborn lady; she had to change her look nearly every time she appeared on the screen.

And the point that Director Zhang agonized over wasn’t that Shu Wan’s costumes were unattractive.

The problem was that each one seemed quite beautiful, and he found himself stuck in the throes of decision paralysis.

What an oddity, having been a director for so many years and nearly immune to beauty, this was the first time he had encountered someone like Shu Wan, whose bone structure and aura were both top-notch and stunning, naturally inspiring abundant creativity.

Director Zhang’s favoritism towards Shu Wan quickly stirred dissatisfaction among others.

Because the costume fitting photo shoot time was limited, and the director gave most of his time and energy to Shu Wan, others felt they were being neglected.