Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Siyu’s happiness was so evident on his face that Shu Wan couldn’t ignore it even if she wanted to, she felt a bit puzzled, "Does it make any difference whether it’s public or not?"

"Of course it’s a big deal."

Fu Siyu liked being close to Shu Wan, and after chatting for a while, he eventually couldn’t resist sitting next to her, pulling her fully into his arms, and affectionately nuzzled her cheek, "Status is very important."

Fu Siyu had long noticed that Shu Wan was indifferent to matters between men and women; he estimated she hadn’t even realized how many ardent gazes were fixated on her.

Falling for someone is like this, even someone as high in status and power as Fu Siyu could feel anxious and insecure.

Shu Wan felt a tickle on the cheek where Fu Siyu had kissed her, and her eyes curved up, "I don’t mind."

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"Good," Fu Siyu tightened his hold around Shu Wan’s waist a bit.

Just as Shu Wan liked the sandalwood scent on Fu Siyu, he also enjoyed the faint fragrance that came off her.

He deepened his breath, taking in the light scent around her neck, his jaw tightening just a bit.

Shu Wan was initially quite comfortable resting in Fu Siyu’s warm embrace but soon sensed something amiss, as a blush gradually spread across her face.