Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 29 - Competition
Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Competition
Chapter 29 -29 Competition
The audio she posted even made it to the trending searches on a short video platform, and everyone was scrambling to find out who the person singing the song was.
Yet Shu Wan had no idea about any of this.
She got up as usual, finished washing up, and went downstairs, only to be surprised that Fu Yang had gotten up even earlier than her; he was sitting in the living room, staring at his phone.
Hearing her footsteps, Fu Yang looked up.
The red diamond earrings by his ears shone much brighter than the sunrise outside, “Good morning, Little Mother.”
As he spoke, Fu Yang waved at Shu Wan, the ringing of his ring and metal bracelet clashing with each movement.
He wore a bomb-print t-shirt paired with hip-hop casual pants and a pair of dad shoes.
Shu Wan knew that this kind of trendy outfit was popular amongst young people who liked to flaunt their individuality, but she really couldn’t understand it.
But Shu Wan wasn’t planning to manage what Fu Yang wore either.
She chose to look away, ignoring his fashion choice.
Seeing Shu Wan avoiding him for the first time, Fu Yang slightly raised his eyebrows, a sly smile flashing in his eyes.
He stood up, and the skull metal ornament around his neck clashing with the other ornaments he wore, all came together like a symphony.
“Let’s go, Little Mother, weren’t we going to exercise?”
“Hold on,” Shu Wan stopped Fu Yang, then looked toward the Housekeeper, “What about the things I asked you to prepare?”
“They are ready.”
The Housekeeper brought over a cup, Fu Yang glanced at it.
It was transparent and colorless, “What’s this?”
“Drinking a cup of water first thing in the morning is good for your health.” This common knowledge has been recognized throughout the ages.
Fu Yang rolled his eyes and headed out, “I don’t like drinking water, I’m off to exercise.”
Fu Yang wasn’t cooperating, the Housekeeper looked at Shu Wan, “Young Madam, this”
Shu Wan waved her hand, “Put away the other waters.”
“Yes.”
Shu Wan walked out of the living room to find Fu Yang leaning on the railing by the lake, one hand holding a big bag, the other throwing stones into the lake.
Shu Wan’s gaze landed on the bag, and she finally understood why Fu Yang had gotten up so early today.
The bag was filled with stones, probably picked up from the garden while she was still in bed.
Just now in the living room, Shu Wan didn’t notice, but Fu Yang’s hands had acquired some small new wounds.
He had already hurt his hands at the equestrian field last time, and now he had been digging in the dirt for half the day.
From this distance, Shu Wan could see the red marks on his hands.
“Why are you walking so slow?” Having waited for a long time for Shu Wan to catch up, Fu Yang looked back impatiently, “Hurry up, I’m starving.”
Shu Wan walked toward Fu Yang, who, seizing the opportunity, threw several stones into the lake, splashing her with water drops.
Shu Wan glared at Fu Yang; Fu Yang flashed his small canine teeth at her, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, let’s go.” Shu Wan continued walking.
She could have stayed away from the lakeside, but Shu Wan didn’t move away.
As they walked, Fu Yang continued to throw stones.
Before long, they both were soaked.
Fortunately, it was early summer, so being drenched wasn’t cold.
Fu Yang, exhausted from the activity, panted as he turned to glance at Shu Wan’s disheveled appearance.
However, upon seeing her, Fu Yang was stunned.
To facilitate the morning exercise, Shu Wan wore a white sports outfit, her hair tied back to reveal a slender neck.
Others might look like drenched chickens when wet, but Shu Wan, even fully soaked, appeared like a lotus flower touched by rain; not only was there no trace of disarray, but there was also an astonishingly stunning and delicate beauty.
Noticing Fu Yang’s gaze, Shu Wan turned her head, “What are you looking at?”
Fu Yang pursed his lips, contrary to his heart’s voice, “You are not good-looking, I don’t know how my dad fell for you, he must have been blind.”
Shu Wan’s eyes flickered slightly, disregarding Fu Yang’s mocking, she glanced at the bag in his hands, shifting the topic, “You’re really weak, can’t even walk a few steps without panting.”
“You kidding me?” Fu Yang straightened up and looked down at Shu Wan with his height of 180 cm.
“I’m in great shape, and you, an elderly, dare to say otherwise about me.”
“Well, let’s have a running race.
If you win, I will grant you one wish.”
Upon hearing Shu Wan’s words, Fu Yang’s eyes immediately lit up, “You said it yourself, no take-backs.”
“Mm.”
The Estate had its own sports field and running track.
Standing at the starting line, Fu Yang turned his head, “Hey, there’s still time to forfeit now.”
In terms of strength and acupoints, Fu Yang was no match for Shu Wan, but he did not believe Shu Wan could outrun him.
Even if her physical quality was great, the difference in height was there, his one step was worth two of Shu Wan’s; he simply couldn’t lose.
“What if you lose?” Shu Wan countered.
“You say.”
“If you lose, you have to save my number, and when I call you, you can’t refuse.”
“….” Fu Yang had anticipated many demands from Shu Wan but didn’t foresee this one, “Saving your number is one thing, but why can’t I refuse?”
“Then let’s not compete,” Shu Wan said as she started to walk away.
“Hey hey, come back.” Fu Yang thought for a moment—after all, he wouldn’t lose—”Fine, let’s race.
With those short legs of yours, I don’t believe you can beat me.”
The two agreed to run 1000 meters, whoever reached the finish line first would win.
“Ready?
I’ll count to three, and we’ll start, okay?” Fu Yang positioned himself for the start and shouted, “1, 2, 3!”
As soon as he said “3”, Fu Yang dashed forward, but after running quite a distance, he realized Shu Wan hadn’t started.
“What are you doing?” Fu Yang was perplexed, “Not racing?”
“You start running right after saying 3?” Shu Wan clearly wasn’t familiar with these modern conventions.
“Nonsense, didn’t you ever have physical education classes?” Fu Yang was impatient but still returned to the starting line, “Alright, I’ll give you a pass this time.
If you mess up again, I’m not waiting for you.”
“Okay.”
“Ready, 1,2,3!”
As soon as the word “3” fell, both of them shot out like arrows.
But even among arrows, there is a difference in speed.
Fu Yang watched that gracefully fleeting figure, almost swearing aloud.
What kind of freak was Shu Wan to run so fast?
He wasn’t sure if it was his illusion, but he felt like Shu Wan hardly touched the ground, like that Qinggong on TV, floating a great distance with each bound.
There was no point in continuing the race.
Fu Yang knew he definitely lost.
He simply sat down on the grass, utterly baffled as he watched Shu Wan finish the entire course effortlessly, and what was key—normal people would be panting after a full run, but Shu Wan was as calm as if nothing happened.
If Shu Wan weren’t his stepmom, he would definitely latch onto her legs and yell out, “Master!”
Unfortunately, Shu Wan was his stepmom, specifically the kind who dealt with him, so Fu Yang could only lament for himself, “What a curse!”
Shu Wan completed the course effortlessly, then walked up to a despairing Fu Yang, “I won.”
“Got it, got it, you’re the greatest, happy now?” Fu Yang handed his phone over resentfully, “Save it yourself.”
Shu Wan tapped around on his phone for a moment and then handed it back.
Fu Yang took it and saw that Shu Wan had saved her contact name as “Mother.”
Fu Yang’s eyes darkened momentarily, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with mockery, “Are you crazy?
You’re only six years older than me, and you want to be called ‘mother’?
You seriously think this is ancient times with all that legitimate mother and son drama?”
Fu Yang continued speaking and changed the contact name to “big monster” right in front of Shu Wan.
