Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 53 - 44 Instant Kill_3

Chapter 53: Chapter 44: Instant Kill_3

Chapter 53 -44: Instant Kill_3

The interior style of the Fu Mansion gave Shu Wan a sense of nostalgia that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

The environment in which a person lives and their style of dress can to some extent also reflect their personality.

The architectural style of the Fu Mansion was strikingly similar to the Prime Minister’s Mansion where Shu Wan had lived in her previous life.

Although she hadn’t yet met the Fu family’s old lady, Shu Wan could pretty much guess what the old lady’s personality was like.

She must be just like her Prime Minister father from her past life, rigid, arrogant, and full of schemes.

When she reached the main hall and caught sight of the old lady sitting at the dining table, Shu Wan immediately knew her guess was right.

Shu Wan’s footsteps were light, so no one inside had discovered her yet.

The main hall was vast, with a large carved wooden table in the center.

Although there were only three people eating, the table was fully set with more than twenty dishes, and there were over a dozen servants attending to their needs.

It was quite similar to the protocols of their Prime Minister’s Mansion from her past life.

The three had probably just finished eating, the dishes on the table had not yet been cleared away, and the servants brought over hot tea for them to rinse their mouths.

The old lady took a sip of the tea, spit it out, and glanced at Fu Yang’s hair, her deeply lined face showing clear displeasure, “What kind of mess is this hair?

Have someone dye it back later.”

Whether at home or here, Fu Yang would always retort as usual, “I won’t, my dad doesn’t bother me, so what right do you have to?”

“How dare you!” Accustomed to her own authority, the old lady couldn’t imagine anyone defying her like Fu Yang.

“Mother, please don’t be angry,” the woman sitting to the right of the old lady quickly stood up to smooth things over for her, “Fu Yang is still a child after all, these rebellious teenagers at his age, they all like to dye their hair such colors.”

“Walking around and bringing shame to the Fu family,” Old Mrs.

Fu said displeased, “Fu Siyu has always been reluctant to send him over for me to raise.

What has he raised himself?

A crooked beam leading to a skewed frame.”

Being forcibly brought here to dine, Fu Yang was already upset, and now hearing the old lady’s words, his rebelliousness surged up, and he threw his cup onto the table, “A crooked beam leading to a skewed frame?

Isn’t the biggest beam you, grandma?

You can insult me, but don’t pull yourself into it.”

“Sharp-tongued,” the old lady was livid, “Just like your father, exactly the same.

I always said, what good could Fu Siyu raise?

Servants, apply the family discipline.”

As soon as the old lady spoke, everyone’s expression instantly changed.

Everyone knew the family discipline of the Fu Mansion was very strict, and the old lady staunchly believed in the ancient hierarchy, even to the point of keeping a group of servants who had signed indentured contracts in modern times, which was all about equality.

As her voice fell, the servants came over with a bunch of tools, “Old lady.”

“Cut his hair for me.

Sharp-tongued, give him a slap on the mouth, let him learn what it means to respect one’s elders.”

“Yes.” The crowd said and approached to restrain Fu Yang.

Fu Yang tried to struggle, but his strength was no match for the dozen or so people.

Just as the scissors were about to fall on his head, Fu Yang even heard a brief snip—the sound of his hair being cut.

Fu Yang clenched his teeth hard, veins popping out on his forehead.

Just when he thought all his hair was going to be cut off, a shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, and the next second, he heard the sound of scissors hitting the floor.

Fu Yang opened his eyes in astonishment and saw the evil scissors lying at his feet.

The servant who had held the scissors was now frantically flailing his hands, shaking uncontrollably as if he’d been electrocuted.

The others looked towards the doorway, on high alert.

Following everyone’s gaze, Fu Yang looked towards the door, where Shu Wan was slowly walking in.

In the gloomy environment crafted by the rosewood furniture, Shu Wan seemed to emanate a glow all around her.

At this moment, Fu Yang was willing to temporarily remove the “big monster” title from Shu Wan.

“Who are you?” The Old Mrs.

Fu hadn’t spoken, but a lady beside her, with a displeased face, looked at Shu Wan.

“What are the bodyguards doing, allowing just anyone in here?”

Shu Wan didn’t answer her question.

She walked to Fu Yang’s side and glanced indifferently at the servant who was pressing on Fu Yang’s shoulder.

“Let go.”

The servant was from the Fu Mansion, and naturally, they wouldn’t let go without a word from Old Mrs.

Fu.

Shu Wan only gave them a second of hesitation.

The next second, Shu Wan stretched out her hand to grab the wrists of the people around her and with a gentle twist, a crisp cracking sound could be heard.

Even just listening, Fu Yang felt a chill down the back of his neck.

Suddenly, he felt that Shu Wan hadn’t been so ferocious towards him after all.

Compared to these people, everything before was child’s play.

“How dare you!

Is it the confidence Fu Siyu gave you, Shu Wan?!” Seeing Shu Wan take down several people in just a few seconds, Old Mrs.

Fu finally spoke.

Shu Wan raised her head and looked back at Old Mrs.

Fu.

“Yes, Fu Siyu is the head of the Fu Family, and as his wife, it seems there isn’t a problem for me to deal with a few Fu Family servants.”

Shu Wan knew exactly where to hit to break Old Mrs.

Fu’s defenses.

With that statement, Old Mrs.

Fu’s complexion changed.

“How insolent.

A street cat and dog from a minor family daring to act wild in front of me, Fu Siyu sure knows how to pick people.”

“Perhaps you should reflect a bit.

If you were really as powerful as you imagine, how could you let me run wild here?”

“Sharp-tongued as always,” Old Mrs.

Fu said, her face ugly.

“But, in the end, still a young person.

Do you really think a little martial prowess gives you the right to act lawlessly?

Bring people in.”

As Old Mrs.

Fu finished speaking, two teams of people immediately surged into the hall.

These people, unlike the bodyguards from before, truly possessed a life-or-death aura; they were people who had genuinely been in real combat.

“Tie her up,” Old Mrs.

Fu ordered, and the crowd immediately stepped forward.

At this point, Fu Yang was also in a panic, but he still faced Old Mrs.

Fu and spoke out, “She is my father’s favorite woman.

Aren’t you afraid of my dad coming back to find you if you touch her?”

Old Mrs.

Fu snorted coldly.

“You think I’m really afraid of Fu Si?

It was just him taking advantage of a loophole before.

If he hadn’t been unable to contend with the main house all these years, why would he have gone overseas?

Tie her up.”

Fu Yang anxiously stepped forward, standing in front of Shu Wan.

“What are you doing here?

Really, don’t you have anything better to do?”

Fu Yang spoke impatiently, but his body genuinely shielded Shu Wan behind him.

“I am the only heir of the Fu Family.

If you dare to lay a hand on her, I dare to make you regret it.”

Yet, the crowd clearly didn’t buy his threats, especially since they were on the grounds of the Fu Mansion.

Surrounded by dozens, even someone as formidable as Shu Wan couldn’t possibly withstand them.

Just as Fu Yang was anxiously at a loss, Shu Wan suddenly stretched out a hand and pushed him aside.

She stepped forward and smiled at Old Mrs.

Fu, “At your age, why are you showing off?

What if something happens to your health?”

Old Mrs.

Fu’s expression turned cold, and just as she was about to speak, she felt a numbness in her throat, incapable of uttering a word.

“See, I guessed correctly, didn’t I?”

To outsiders, Shu Wan appeared cold and was expected to be like a refreshing breeze, light and ethereal in her actions.

But Shu Wan wasn’t like that at all.

She had followed many teachers in her life, some taught her knowledge, some strategy, and others taught her how to engage with the world.

When dealing with enemies, causing harm was necessary, and it was also essential to infuriate them to the point of collapse.

Shu Wan smiled faintly at Old Mrs.

Fu, “Didn’t heed the advice, got sick, didn’t you?”

“What have you done to the Old Mrs.

Fu?!!”