Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital.
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Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital.
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Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions."
Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth."
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Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50.
Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?"

Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?"

Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished.

Isn't she a walking dictionary?
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Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos.

However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him.

And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone.

But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go."

Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.

Wang Tianyu was still crying, and Shu Wan didn't speak either. Chu Huahuan, with a hardened heart, slapped Wang Tianyu on the back and said, "Kid, stop crying. Hurry up and apologize."


"Right, I'm sorry, I was wrong," Wang Tianyu could only sob and apologize to Shu Wan.


"Shu Wan, look, they've apologized to you as you requested. Please come back and continue with the show."


The director, while speaking, passed the microphone to Shu Wan.


Shu Wan didn't insist on the matter any further and took the mic, "Then let's continue with the recording."


"Director, she said just now that the results must be based on the actual amount of fabric," Chu Huahuan looked at the director, "My son accidentally burned her fabric, but in the end, doesn't she still have no fabric at all?"


"Shu Wan, you did indeed say that just now," the director negotiated with Shu Wan with some difficulty.


Chapter 238 - Chapter 143 Cry Cry_2