Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The cold weather outside was biting, and even though Fu Siyu hadn’t been out for long, his clothes were soaked through with chill.

Shu Wan’s face, already warm, pressed against Fu Siyu’s suit, only to feel the biting cold of its fabric.

Fu Siyu quickly realized this, and he stepped back, a bit out of character and flustered, "Then I’ll go up and change, wait for me."

Soon, Fu Siyu came down in a suit made of corduroy, which looked warm and cozy at a glance.

By this time, Shu Wan was already sitting at the dining table. Fu Siyu approached, "I’ve changed."

Shu Wan turned her head and glanced at him, responding, "Mm, I’m hungry."

"Then let’s eat."

The two sat down to eat, but after only a couple of bites, Shu Wan put down her chopsticks.

She lifted her head and looked at Fu Siyu with some helplessness, "Aren’t you going to eat? Why are you just staring at me?"

Fu Siyu then withdrew his gaze, but said nothing with a smile.