Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Siyu walked up to Fu Yang’s side, glanced at Fu Yang’s flamboyant clothes and jewelry, and his gaze grew slightly heavy.

There was a pile of bottles on the table, and a faint smell of alcohol also emanated from Fu Yang.

Fu Siyu patted Fu Yang’s shoulder, "Get up."

Fu Yang’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, his eyes opened unwillingly in irritation, and he didn’t even know if he saw Fu Siyu, but intuitively waved his hand, "Stop bothering me, everyone get out."

Fu Siyu’s expression grew even darker; he turned his head, took a cup of cold water from the table, and splashed it directly on Fu Yang’s face.

Even though the room was heated, a cup of cold water on his face still made Fu Yang shiver from the cold.

He opened his eyes, just about to explode in anger, but then he met Fu Siyu’s deep gaze.

Fu Yang curled his lip, looking like he didn’t want to see Fu Siyu, "What are you doing here?"