Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 66 - 52 The Block

Chapter 66: Chapter 52: The Block

Chapter 66 -52: The Block

“Now?”

“No,” Fu Siyu slightly turned his head toward Shu Wan.

“You can rest this afternoon, and after dinner, I’ll take you out.”

“Okay.”

Shu Wan had the same intention.

Fu Siyu seemed busy.

After speaking with Shu Wan, he returned to his study to work, and Shu Wan sat in the living room reading for a while.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window acted like a barrier between reality and fantasy, as the rain outside grew heavier and the ground turned into an expanse of water.

As Shu Wan watched, drowsiness overwhelmed her.

She leaned on the sofa intending to lie down for a bit, not expecting to fall asleep right away.

When she awoke, a blanket covered her, faintly emitting the scent of sandalwood.

From nearby, the quiet sound of pages turning reached her ears.

She turned her head and saw Fu Siyu sitting by the window, eclipsing all the art pieces in the room with his presence.

Who doesn’t enjoy gazing at beautiful things?

Shu Wan was no exception.

She stared at Fu Siyu for some time; although he didn’t look up, his page-turning gradually slowed until it completely stopped.

“Did you rest well?” Fu Siyu suddenly looked up, his gaze meeting Shu Wan’s.

Shu Wan didn’t feel embarrassed and sat up, tossing the blanket aside, “Yes, what time is it now?”

“Local time, seven in the evening.”

“It’s that late?” Shu Wan was surprised; she had slept for so long.

She instinctively looked out the window; the rain had stopped and the night was deep, the outside resembling a dense, undissolvable blob of black ink.

“Let’s eat first, then I’ll take you out,” Fu Siyu stood up.

“You eat, I’m not very hungry.”

Shu Wan was slightly embarrassed to admit that she actually wanted to save room to try the foreign snacks and see how they differed from those back home.

“Okay.”

Fu Siyu ate quickly and then left the dining room.

The servants had already prepared their coats, and the two put them on and left by car.

The Royal Castle was close to the main street.

After a short drive, the car stopped at the beginning of a pedestrian street.

Fu Siyu got out first, noticing the drifting misty rain, he opened an umbrella, “Let’s go.”

Shu Wan got out of the car, her eyes capturing the surroundings twinkling with a trace of novelty.

In the misty rain, the Gothic buildings on either side of the street seemed to spike up into the sky.

Everything around was somber, with the perennially rain-shrouded church buildings also carrying a hint of melancholy atmosphere.

Although it wasn’t very late, most shops had already closed, leaving only a few small stores glowing with dim yellow lights.

At a glance, it was like seeing a witch’s shop in the forest, waiting for travelers, mysterious and wonderful.

The locals here largely preferred fried foods; a faint scent of baked bread filled the air, injecting a rare warmth into the chilled night.

Seeing Shu Wan interested, Fu Siyu guided her to the side and exchanged a few words with a vendor, then bought some local specialty desserts.

However, at this moment, Shu Wan’s attention wasn’t on the food in her arms but on the language Fu Siyu had just used to communicate.

Shu Wan knew that the official language here was English, and she had seen others speak English on television.

But to hear someone speak it so elegantly and nobly like Fu Siyu was a first for her.

Noticing Shu Wan’s gaze, Fu Siyu slightly lowered his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Shu Wan shook her head, not hiding her previous thoughts.

“Your English sounds very nice.”

Fu Siyu was taken aback for a moment, his expression visibly softened.

“If you want to learn, I can teach you.”

“Really?” Shu Wan was indeed eager to learn.

“My pleasure.”