Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan answered the phone, and Fu Siyu's voice came through, "Hello, who is this?"

Compared to last night, Fu Siyu's voice now carried a distinct tone of weariness, as if he had just woken from a deep sleep.

When Shu Wan called, she hadn't realized they were in different time zones. It finally dawned on her that it must be early morning where Fu Siyu was.

She sounded apologetic, "This is Shu Wan, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by some rustling sounds.

By the time Fu Siyu spoke again, his voice had regained its calmness, "Is there something you need?"

"I'd like to get into the horse racing track, but it seems I lack the qualifications."

"I understand. I will have someone arrange it. You'll be contacted within three minutes."

"Thank you very much."

With the issue resolved, Shu Wan was about to hang up when suddenly, Fu Siyu coughed on the other end.

Considering Fu Siyu was currently the best collaborator she could rely on, Shu Wan politely showed her concern, "Do you have a cold?"

"No, I've just been a bit tired lately."

"Oh, that might be due to mental and physical exhaustion. I know a recipe for Calming Tea if you need it, I can give it to you."

Shu Wan had grown up in Bailu Academy, which was located on Bailu Mountain, home to a reclusive master healer.

The old master, detached from worldly affairs, was rather fond of Shu Wan and had taught her quite a bit.

"Okay," Fu Siyu responded on the other end.

Just as Shu Wan was about to say she'd have the housekeeper relay the recipe, Fu Siyu spoke again, "I'll add you on WeChat. You can send it directly to me."

"Okay, then I'm hanging up."

"Mhm."

Shortly after hanging up, Shu Wan received Fu Siyu's friend request.

Fu Siyu's WeChat profile picture was still the default image, and his name was simple, "FSY," an abbreviation of his real name.

Shu Wan accepted Fu Siyu's friend request and, following the modern custom, greeted him with a hello.

However, Shu Wan was not very familiar with WeChat, and just as she typed the words hello, the input method's built-in emoji system popped up with many options.

Shu Wan accidentally slid her finger and sent a random emoji.

Across the ocean, Fu Siyu leaned against the headboard, looking at the screen where a little cat was making a heart sign, and he paused for a moment.

As Shu Wan didn't understand emojis well and also received a phone call, she didn't pay more attention to the WeChat matter.

The phone call was from Fu Siyu's assistant, who sounded quite young, "Lady Shu, hello, I've already notified the horse racing track. You can go directly in now."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. My name is Qin Lv, I'm Mr. Fu's assistant. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. Here's my phone number."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Shu Wan saved Qin Lv's number.

Her current status was that of the head of the Fu Family, and regardless of whether the Fu Family acknowledged it or not, she was the head and thus believed she had the right to mobilize resources, so Shu Wan didn't see anything wrong with having Fu Siyu's assistant assist her.

As Qin Lv mentioned, the staff at the horse racing track had been informed; the same staff, who had been instructing Shu Wan moments earlier, were now all smiles, "This was our mistake. You are an honored guest. Please, this way."

The upper management didn't specify Shu Wan's identity but used "definitely" six times, instructing the staff to ensure she had a good time, which naturally told the staff her status was no small matter.

The horse riding track here specifically served the high-end community of Imperial City, with a vast area covered by the track and excellent ecological greening. In the distance, running horses could faintly be seen.

"May I ask how to address you, Miss?"

"Shu."

"Lady Shu," the staff member pointed toward the front, "Over there is the changing room, please go change your clothes."

"No need."

Shu Wan knew that modern people, to ensure safety, wore various protective gear while riding horses.

But she truly did not need these.

"But"

"No 'buts.' You go do your work, I'll wander around by myself."

"Alright."

Shu Wan was a valued guest, and since she said she did not need anything, the staff didn't insist further but still instructed the security department to pay extra attention to her area to prevent any accidents.

After the staff member left, Shu Wan walked alone along the path inward.

In her previous life, Shu Wan studied at Bailu Academy, which was specifically established for princes. It not only taught the ways of governing and military strategy but also emphasized skills in archery and horse riding.

On Bailu Mountain, there was a horse riding track exclusive to the academy, and in her youth, Shu Wan often rode horses with her friends there, commanding the vigor of youth.

To help her elder brother earn military merits, she had once marched to the Northwest, leading soldiers to charge into battle across the expansive grasslands.

Unfortunately, later her brother had to participate in the civil service exams, and her father forcefully brought her back to the Capital, after which she never rode a horse again.

Seeing the grassland and the spirited horses, Shu Wan felt a little eager to ride again.

Following the signs, Shu Wan walked toward the direction of the horse racing track.

At this moment, the horse racing track was clouded with the metaphorical smoke of battle. Fu Yang and another group were disputing heatedly over a newly arrived thoroughbred horse.

"So what if your father is Fu Siyu? Everyone knows your father doesn't care about you, and besides, when has our Han Family ever been afraid of the Fu Family?"

Han Family's Young Master, Han Lin, also fancied the new racehorse. He derisively watched Fu Yang, each word stepping precisely on Fu Yang's sensitive spots.

"If you don't want your mouth anymore, I can remove it for you," Fu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression chilling to the extreme.

He moved his wrists, getting ready to take action.

"All right, all right, we all grew up together, why make it so ugly, Fu Yang? You're not good at horse riding anyway, riding this horse would be a waste. Why not just give it to Mr. Han?"

Others tried to mediate from the side.

"Not giving it," Fu Yang coldly stared at Han Lin, "I said, today this horse is mine, let's see who dares touch it."

"Oh, how refreshing, who do you think you can threaten?" Han Lin sneered with a smile, "A good horse should be ridden by someone skilled. Why don't we compete for it, the winner takes the horse."

"Let's compete." Fu Yang snorted coldly, grabbed the reins, and directly mounted the horse. "Last time, you played tricks when I wasn't prepared. This time, I won't give you any advantage."

Han Lin was not in a hurry to mount. He leisurely stepped back and lifted the corners of his lips, "Who said I'm personally competing with you? Lawrence, come out."

Upon Han Lin's words, a tall foreign man came out.

As soon as he saw him, Fu Yang's expression cooled.

Anyone who rode horses recognized Lawrence.

Currently, the world's number-one ranked equestrian athlete, who had won countless awards.

To put it bluntly, even if Lawrence were to compete blindfolded, he would still be unmatched.