Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

He found a good-looking movie, poured a glass of wine for Shu Wan, and poured one for himself as well.

"This year, the happiest moment was meeting you."

Fu Siyu raised his glass, clinked it with Shu Wan’s. The light reflected in his eyes, shimmering like thousands of brilliant diamonds.

"Me too," Shu Wan’s eyes brimmed with a smiling expression.

To Shu Wan, Fu Siyu was both a mentor and a friend, a lover as well as a confidant, the most solid support when moving forward. From Fu Siyu, she could always feel a continuous sense of security.

Coming to an entirely strange era, it was Fu Siyu who gave her a true connection to this place.

The glasses touched with a crisp sound, liquid meeting mid-air, mingling, and then falling back into the glasses, indistinguishable from each other.

The entire December was exceptionally busy, making the upcoming Chinese New Year’s Eve all the more foreseeable and lively, so the night of December 29th felt exceptionally quiet.

Time quieted down, with only the scent of wine and flowers lingering, and the person in front of them.

Shu Wan and Fu Siyu took turns drinking, eating their late-night meal while watching the movie, their gazes swirling around as if only the two of them existed in the world.

Time slowly passed, the headiness of the wine enchanting, and drowsiness followed.

Shu Wan instinctively stretched her arm towards Fu Siyu, and he picked her up and placed her into the bed, "Let’s sleep."