Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Siyu’s last two sentences had a slightly rising intonation, as if he were joking, mixed with a hint of helplessness.

Yet, this teasing did not match with Fu Siyu’s current image of abstinence and seriousness.

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

Shu Wan paused for a moment before she replied, "Yes."

Fu Siyu’s lips lifted slightly, as if thousands of shimmering lights scattered in his eyes, "Based on what you’re saying, it seems my face is quite likable."

"Of course, with looks like yours, probably no woman could resist."

"Including you?"

Fu Siyu asked abruptly, his obsidian-like pupils capturing Shu Wan’s gaze, leaving her no escape.

Shu Wan felt a tightness in her heart, "Ah?"

"Just teasing you."

Fu Siyu laughed and looked away, "Thank you for acknowledging my looks so highly."