Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The moment Ren Yong saw the calligraphy, he lost his composure a bit, "Where did you get this from?"

"I bought it from someone," Shu Wan said with a slight smile, "You wrote this two months ago, right? I heard you’re quite proud of this piece, boasting about it several times in class. Just ask your students, and they’ll tell you."

As soon as Shu Wan finished speaking, her classmates corroborated her claim, "Yes, yes, just now in class, the teacher showed us a picture, saying this was his proudest work."

Now that the students had testified, there was nothing Ren Yong could say that would make a difference. He stared at Shu Wan, "So?"

"Let’s compare then."

Shu Wan placed Ren Yong’s piece of calligraphy next to the one she had just written and then took a photo of them together right in front of Ren Yong.

Watching Shu Wan’s actions, Ren Yong wanted to stop her several times, but they were in a classroom, in front of so many students—to react like a hooligan would be utterly embarrassing.

In the end, Ren Yong, with a face as grim as iron, could only let Shu Wan proceed.

After taking the photo, Shu Wan casually tossed Ren Yong’s work back onto the table, "There you go. Everyone knows who won and who lost. I’m leaving."

Having said that, Shu Wan walked straight out of the classroom.