Chapter 423 - 242 Divine Beings - Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir - NovelsTime

Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Chapter 423 - 242 Divine Beings

Author: ForestBlaze
updatedAt: 2025-08-03

CHAPTER 423: CHAPTER 242 DIVINE BEINGS

Everything Fu Siyu did, was always in the spotlight, especially such a rare display of affection, which simply shocked the netizens.

"Unbelievable, for a moment I doubted my eyes. Could this really be Fu Siyu’s account? Are you telling me that the aloof handsome guy was actually looking for cuddles with his wife in the dead of night?"

"This is the price for staying up late. I’m single and offended no one, why am I subjected to public displays of affection?"

"No, Mr. Fu, please don’t do this. You’re acting like a young lad who’s just fallen in love, this doesn’t fit your image."

Amid the teasing of netizens, Fu Yang’s comment, which he left at some unknown time, seemed particularly jarring.

"Gross."

"Hahaha, Young Master with the precise snark. Who would have thought we could catch Young Master here too? What’s the relation between you two? Relatives? Mr. Fu even clarified for you last time."

"I have a wild guess, could Fu Siyu actually be Shu Wan’s rumored husband? Otherwise, how do you explain Fu Siyu being close to both Shu Wan and Young Master?"

"To the person upfront, you are indeed bold. All I can say is that your guess is wildly imaginative, just thinking about it makes it clear it’s impossible. What status does Fu Siyu have, how could he possibly be with Shu Wan."

The interaction between Fu Siyu and Fu Yang sparked a discussion among everyone regarding the relationship between Fu Siyu and Shu Wan.

The theory that Fu Siyu is Shu Wan’s husband had less than 0.01% support, and the majority believed Shu Wan might have married some distant relative of the Fu family, thus becoming associated with Fu Siyu.

People speculated wildly, even running to Shu Wan’s account to seek clarification.

The next morning, as soon as Shu Wan got up, she found her message list densely packed with enquiries about her relationship with Fu Siyu.

For a moment, Shu Wan even wondered if Fu Siyu had exposed their relationship last night.

After looking into it, Shu Wan realized what everyone was discussing.

Shu Wan had intended to reply to the netizens’ questions, but before she could type a few words, there was a knock on her door.

As the saying goes, women make themselves beautiful for the one who delights them, and Shu Wan was no exception.

Thinking she hadn’t freshened up yet, Shu Wan put her phone aside, "I’ll wash up first, you go downstairs."

About half an hour later, Shu Wan finally opened her door.

She had thought Fu Siyu had already left, but to her surprise, Fu Siyu was still standing at the door.

Hearing the door open, Fu Siyu turned around, and Shu Wan instantly recognized that he had changed into a new dark blue cashmere coat.

Putting aside the aura emanating from Fu Siyu, his facial features were actually of the refined type, with the unique restrain characteristic of China, accentuated to the utmost by the deep blue color.

He held in his arms a large bouquet of freshly picked roses, petals still bearing lingering snowflakes and dewdrops, adding a hint of dreamy charm to the romance.

"Didn’t I tell you to go downstairs first?"

Shu Wan was well-aware of how long it took to do her makeup. Without half an hour, she couldn’t possibly be done.

"I went down," said Fu Siyu, handing the fresh flowers to Shu Wan, "I picked them just now from the garden for you."

With that said, Shu Wan noticed the green plant sap on the tips of his fingers.

"Thank you."

Shu Wan took the flowers, smelled them, and found the scent of roses diluted by the morning snow into a crisp fragrance, bringing with it the first surprise of the morning.

Seeing Shu Wan’s pleasure, Fu Siyu’s lips also curved up slightly, "Shall we go down for breakfast?"

"Sure."

"Then let me put the flowers away for you first."

"Alright, just put them in the bedroom."

Fu Siyu arranged the roses in a vase and then placed it in Shu Wan’s bedroom. Only then did he walk out of the room and, quite naturally, took Shu Wan’s hand as they walked downstairs together.

Shu Wan glanced sidelong at their intertwined hands and sighed helplessly, "I can walk down the stairs on my own."

Fu Siyu declared with righteous indignation, "I can’t."

"......"

Compared to the solemn caution of the Estate’s servants, the Ying Country’s servants were a bit more unrestrained.

Seeing Fu Siyu and Shu Wan walk down the stairs hand in hand, they all cast teasing glances their way.

Even Shu Wan, normally so composed, found it difficult to withstand the playful looks that filled the room.

After descending the staircase, Shu Wan determinedly freed her hand from Fu Siyu’s grasp and sat down at the dining table, trying to appear calm.

However, it wasn’t long before Fu Siyu sat down beside her, even scooting his chair closer to her, making no attempt to conceal his clingy nature.

For some reason, Shu Wan’s mind suddenly flashed back to the first time she saw Fu Siyu.

Back then, Fu Siyu sat atop a skyscraper on Erhua Street, dressed in a black suit, exuding an aura of cold aloofness so intense that even the dazzling lights of the city paled in comparison.

And now, Fu Siyu sat beside her, still carrying the faint scent of roses, with a gentle look in his eyes, as if bridging two different worlds.

Sensing Shu Wan’s gaze, Fu Siyu turned his head and glanced at her, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Shu Wan shook her head and lowered it to eat breakfast.

After eating, the two of them prepared to go out.

This time, Fu Siyu hadn’t arranged for a driver but decided to drive Shu Wan himself.

The weather was delightful, as it had begun snowing in the morning, and by the time they left, the whole world was covered in heavy snowflakes.

Christmas is one of the most important holidays in the West. The streets are adorned with glittering Christmas trees and Santas, and the various colored lights refract through the snow, creating a shimmering stream.

If after snowfall, Hua Country resembles an ink wash painting, then Ying Country, with its churches everywhere, looks like a fairytale world amidst the snow, presenting a uniquely beautiful scene.

This was the first time Shu Wan had seen such a scene, and she gazed out the window intently.

Shu Wan’s eyes were naturally large, and when she focused on something, they opened even wider, as though concentrating all her energy on what she saw.

It was precisely at a red light that Fu Siyu turned his head and saw Shu Wan with her eyes wide open, looking out the window like a bright-eyed little deer.

Something stirred in Fu Siyu’s heart, "Shu Wan."

"Hmm?"

Shu Wan turned her head, her eyes sparkling.

The next second, a faint waft of sandalwood scent came over, and a warm touch pressed against Shu Wan’s right cheek.

Shu Wan was startled, but Fu Siyu had already pulled away.

The light turned green, and Fu Siyu stepped on the gas again. His clear, handsome face, lit by the lights from outside the car, looked even more refined and elegant, showing no hint that he had just stolen a kiss.

Sensing Shu Wan’s puzzled look, Fu Siyu didn’t turn his head, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly, "You’re so cute."

Fu Siyu didn’t finish his sentence, but Shu Wan knew what he meant; because she was cute, he couldn’t help but kiss her.

From a young age, Shu Wan had received numerous compliments, but rarely had anyone called her cute.

Shu Wan instinctively turned and glanced at her reflection in the car window, wondering how she could be seen as cute.

The car continued on its way, and after some time, a familiar outline appeared in her line of sight.

Shu Wan recognized it; it was St. Paul’s Cathedral, the same one they had seen on their way yesterday.

The car slowed down along the roadside and finally stopped at the entrance to the cathedral, where one could see the magnificently carved door, with marble angels half-flying upon the wall, giving the whole church a dreamlike beauty.

Fu Siyu reached out to Shu Wan, who placed her hand in his palm, letting him lead her inside.

The architectural style of the West is vastly different from that of the East, with the interior of the church filled with reliefs and statues, resonating with a rich historical and cultural atmosphere.

To fit the Christmas spirit, a giant Christmas tree was placed in the center of the hall, and there was an orchestra performing live music alongside.

"I saw you were interested in this place yesterday, so I took a detour here," Fu Siyu said to Shu Wan, "We have an hour to look around, do you need me to provide a tour?"

"Of course." Shu Wan nodded, "I know you understand everything."

Even if Shu Wan didn’t praise Fu Siyu, he would have done his utmost. Now that Shu Wan had complimented him, Fu Siyu felt eager to share everything he knew with her.

He took Shu Wan from the main hall at the front all the way to the back, explaining the meaning behind the wall reliefs and the origins of each mural.

Although Fu Siyu was already charismatic, when he stood beside her, expertly explaining various myths and legends and Western history, and even comparing it laterally to Eastern history, Shu Wan felt her heart stir.

Perhaps the reverence for cultured individuals is ingrained in the bones of Hua Country people.

Shu Wan’s gaze was so obvious, Fu Siyu couldn’t ignore it. He lowered his head, his eyes smiling, "Aren’t we discussing the Odin relief? Why are you staring at me?"

Shu Wan’s eyelashes fluttered, "You know so much, it’s kind of handsome."

The smile deepened in Fu Siyu’s eyes. He was about to say something when he saw Shu Wan shoo him with her hand.

Following the gesture, Fu Siyu looked down, and then, Shu Wan stood on tiptoe and, imitating Fu Siyu, pressed a kiss onto his face.

Then, before Shu Wan could step back, Fu Siyu embraced her waist. He tilted his head slightly and smiling, pressed a kiss near her lips, swallowing any words she was about to say.

The snow continued to fall, sliding down stained glass windows, pristine angels, and resplendent gems, landing on the couple embracing in the corner.

Music swelled from afar, and the earnest prayers of priests resonated from the front hall.

Suddenly, Shu Wan thought that a church was equivalent to a temple in the East, and it seemed somewhat inappropriate to behave this way inside one.

Sensing Shu Wan’s distraction, Fu Siyu paused his actions. He looked at Shu Wan, who was clearly pondering something with a flicker in her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

Shu Wan raised her head and glanced at Venus, whose countenance was bathed in heavenly light, its wings seemingly aglow, "I was wondering if this is a desecration of the divine?"

Fu Siyu chuckled lightly, "Don’t worry, we’re from Hua Country, and the gods of the West don’t concern themselves with the East."

"..." That somehow made perfect sense.

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