Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 55 - 46 Fireworks

Chapter 55: Chapter 46: Fireworks

Chapter 55 -46: Fireworks

“Do you want to learn?” Shu Wan’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Can I?” Fu Yang’s eyes brightened, but then, remembering Shu Wan’s style, there’s never a free lunch.

He reined in his smile and coughed nonchalantly, “I’m not interested anyway.”

“Okay then.” Shu Wan nodded and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

Seeing that Shu Wan was ignoring him, Fu Yang picked up his phone to play, but no matter where he scrolled, nothing was as intriguing as the trick Shu Wan had played on the chūnibyō teen.

He couldn’t fathom how Shu Wan, who hadn’t come close to the old lady from start to finish, had managed to poison her unnoticed.

Finally, Fu Yang couldn’t hold back any longer, “Tell me, how did you poison the old lady?

You were so far away from her, and you never got close.”

“Want to know?” Shu Wan responded with a question.

“Yes.” Fu Yang nodded.

“I’m a bit thirsty.”

“Don’t push your luck, Shu Wan!”

Fu Yang widened his eyes in disbelief, the innocence of youth in his gaze as clear as a fawn.

His silver hair shone even brighter under the light.

Today, Fu Yang had swapped his earring for a diamond-studded skull that glittered brilliantly in the light.

Impetuous as he was, his youthfulness seemed to make him shine from all angles.

Shu Wan remained silent, quietly resting with her eyes shut, as if she had fallen asleep.

Fu Yang, petulantly wanting to challenge Shu Wan, was yet to master the art of curbing his curiosity.

After much internal struggle, Fu Yang poured a glass of water for Shu Wan and pushed it quickly toward her.

Ripples formed and a few drops spilled on the table, spreading their wetness, “Here, don’t take advantage, okay?

Even my dad has never had a drink poured by me.”

Finally, Shu Wan opened her eyes and glanced at Fu Yang distantly.

He sat there with a rebellious look on his face, staring at the car roof, the light tracing his superior nasal profile, casting his exquisitely perfect features, highlighted by a youthful arrogance.

Fu Yang’s facial structure bore a resemblance to Fu Siyu’s, his eyes and brows carried the essence of a less domineering but similarly poised Fu Siyu.

For some reason, Shu Wan’s mind wandered to a matter completely unrelated to the present – the difference between video and reality was significant, she wondered what the real Fu Siyu looked like.

The myriad of thoughts flashed by in an instant, and Shu Wan quickly shifted her gaze from Fu Yang’s face, took a sip of water, and then answered his question, “Because I’m skilled in the art of hidden weapons.”

In her previous life, Bailu Academy was filled with many talented individuals, including a master of hidden weapons.

However, many princes were unwilling to learn this technique, feeling that the use of hidden weapons was not honorable or dignified enough, undermining their masculine pride.

Shu Wan, however, thought differently; she believed that any means to victory was valid.

Thus, she often followed the master of hidden weapons to practice the craft.

With her quick wit and diligent learning, she was exactly the kind of student all teachers adored.

As a result, the master imparted all of his skills to her.

The trick Shu Wan had used just now was one of the simplest.

“Really?” Fu Yang had always thought that hidden weapons were things of martial arts and fantasy novels.

Shu Wan glanced outside the car window, where it was conveniently a red light, and the car was temporarily stopped at the intersection.

About fifty meters from the car, on the other side of the intersection, two men were arguing over a fender bender.

They stood in the middle of the road, ignoring the honking cars behind them, absorbed in their squabble.

One of the men, probably too agitated, was red-faced and shouting.

When he failed to prevail in the argument, he became even more enraged and went back to his car to grab a thick steel pipe, threatening to teach the other driver a lesson.

As the pipe was about to hit the other driver, potentially lethal, the onlookers wanted to intervene but it was too late.

Shu Wan casually plucked a leaf from a potted plant, flicked her wrist, and the leaf flew out straight away.

Moments later, the steel pipe dropped to the ground as the man clutched his wrist in pain, “Who threw something at me?!”

He scanned around angrily, only finding a leaf the size of a thumbnail on the ground.

His hand was so swollen that he couldn’t believe he had been hit by a leaf; he crushed it underfoot in anger.

Just as he was about to continue the quarrel, a traffic police officer had arrived.

The man spat on the ground in frustration and reluctantly returned to his car.

Fu Yang was stunned.

Copying Shu Wan, he plucked a leaf from the plant and tossed it, but the light leaf barely traveled a meter before it landed on the table.