Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Hearing that Fu Siyu was coming back to the country, Shu Wan hadn’t given her opinion yet when Fu Yang chimed in first.

"Wow, wow, wow, you’re actually coming back? I thought you took root abroad, sprouted and grew there, truly a rare occasion."

Unfortunately, neither Shu Wan nor Fu Siyu paid much attention to Fu Yang’s sarcastic tone.

Shu Wan was a bit surprised, "Didn’t you say yesterday you were going to Europe next month?"

"Yes," Fu Siyu explained, "I’ll go back to the domestic first, then head out from there."

"Alright," Shu Wan responded politely, "Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Then it would be a bother if you could bring me a bowl of zhajiang noodles when you come, it’s been a while since I had some."

"Sure." Shu Wan actually hadn’t planned on picking up Fu Siyu herself, but since he had put it that way, she couldn’t well refuse, "Then send me your flight information in a little bit."

Fu Yang sat on the side, listening to their conversation, his brow involuntarily twitched slightly.

Shu Wan didn’t notice anything amiss, but he saw through his dad’s old fox’s schemes.