Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Despite not liking Chu Yu very much, Chu Yu seemed to take quite good care of Fu Yang.

Fu Yang didn't know if Chu Yu had grown eyes on the back of his head or what, but one second he was still helping other students with their questions, and the next he turned around to Fu Yang, returning his dropped pen to him.

"This is a competition question," Chu Yu glanced at the test paper beside Fu Yang's hand, "come to my office after class, I can teach you."

Fu Yang gave Chu Yu a puzzled look, "No need, my Dad's grades were pretty good, he'll teach me."

Hearing Fu Yang mention his father, Fu Siyu, Chu Yu's eyes flickered slightly, "Your dad, your dad must be really good to you."

Fu Yang was even more puzzled, "If my dad isn't good to me, then who is he good to?"

Chu Yu smiled, "Indeed, but you can still ask me if there's anything, I feel like we have a connection."

After finishing, without waiting for Fu Yang's response, Chu Yu turned and went to help other students with their problems.

At this point, Fu Yang's deskmate curiously leaned in, "Fu Yang, do you know Mr. Chu? I feel like he's taking good care of you."

"My dad is Fu Siyu; which teacher wouldn't take care of me?" Fu Yang replied nonchalantly.

"It doesn't seem like that with Mr. Chu. I heard that Mr. Chu's family is really wealthy. He studied abroad before, and no one knows why he suddenly came to our school."

"Who cares." Fu Yang couldn't be bothered with people he disliked.

However, during lunch, Fu Yang bumped into Chu Yu again in the cafeteria.

Chu Yu was handsome, knowledgeable, and worldly. Everyone, except for Fu Yang who disliked him, became his fans after just two classes.

Seeing Chu Yu finish getting his meal, everyone eagerly waved him over, "Mr. Chu, come eat with us here."

Chu Yu glanced at Fu Yang and then walked over with his tray, "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Of course not," the students responded warmly, "Mr. Chu, is Cambridge big?"

"Pretty big."

Chu Yu patiently recounted his college life to the students, telling it so vividly that even the silent Fu Yang turned his head to listen for a while.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore and let Mr. Chu eat," someone finally noticed Chu Yu hadn't eaten yet.

"Yeah, Mr. Chu, you eat first," the students said, but when they saw Chu Yu picking out Sichuan peppercorns and green peppers, they exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Mr. Chu, your tastes are so similar to Fu Yang's."

Everyone looked at the two's plates, "Really, wow!!"

Since the school cafeteria was self-serve, naturally, everyone picked what they liked to eat.

Fu Yang had picked tomato and egg, green pepper pork, and corn chicken cubes, with the tomatoes and green peppers picked out separately, and the Sichuan peppercorns as well.

Chu Yu's plate, other than having a slightly larger portion of rice, was exactly the same as Fu Yang's, as if it had been copied and pasted.

Fu Yang glanced at Chu Yu involuntarily and caught sight of his attractive peach blossom eyes, feeling inexplicably irritated.

He already had little appetite, and it diminished even further, he aimlessly pushed his food around for a bit before standing up, "I'm done eating."

Seeing that Fu Yang had eaten so little, Chu Yu furrowed his brow, "Does he always eat only this much?"

"He's not in a good mood," a student whispered after Fu Yang had walked away, "His stepmother has been in a coma for a year now, and she still hasn't woken up."

The sunlight streamed through the skylight, flickering softly in Chu Yu's eyes, "He must have a very good relationship with his stepmother."

"Of course," their classmates knew Fu Yang well, "Even though Fu Yang doesn't say it out loud, we can all tell that in his heart, he must think of Shu Wan as his own mother."

Chu Yu gave a short response, quickly took a couple of bites, and then stood up. "You guys eat slowly, I'm full and will head out first."

Everyone was puzzled. It's one thing to share the same taste in food, but to have the same appetite too?

Chu Yu left the cafeteria, but unexpectedly, Fu Yang was actually waiting for him at the door.

Chu Yu's eyes brightened a bit as he approached Fu Yang and looked down at him, "If you're still hungry, let me take you somewhere nice to eat."

Fu Yang looked up, the tender curves in both pairs of peach blossom eyes were the same, but one was wild, the other soft.

"Mr. Chu, I have to make something clear to you," First, I'm into girls, and second, I'm not interested in student-teacher relationships."

"...."

Fu Yang's statement was so blunt that it took Chu Yu a good while to digest before he burst into laughter out of frustration, lightly patting Fu Yang on the head, "What nonsense are you spouting, kid?"

Chu Yu only seemed a few years older than Fu Yang, and his call of 'kid' almost gave Fu Yang goosebumps.

Fu Yang frowned, "Then why are you suddenly trying to cozy up to me, even copying the way I eat?"

Fu Yang was still a teenager, after all. His cold face often belied his emotions, but now, with his furrowed brow, he seemed somewhat adorable.

Chu Yu's eyes held a hint of amusement, "I wasn't copying you, that's just my taste."

Fu Yang looked at Chu Yu with disbelief. What are the odds?

"Just take back that jumble of thoughts you had just now and don't mention it again. It's not your place to talk about such things."

Chu Yu looked serious, as if what Fu Yang had said was indeed a great taboo.

"Alright."

Fu Yang could tell that Chu Yu truly didn't have those intentions, "Then, I'll be off."

"Kid, how about adding me on WeChat?" Chu Yu looked at Fu Yang, "I do really like you, in a paternal way. Come to me if you need anything."

"Forget it." Fu Yang always felt something odd about the way Chu Yu looked at him, "I'm going."

Saying this, Fu Yang turned and left. Under the bright sunlight, his stature was tall and straight, as if he was naturally meant for the light, for love and kindness.

Chu Yu's gaze flickered slightly. Fu Siyu had done an excellent job raising Fu Yang.

--

Several significant events had recently unfolded in the palace, with two new contestants receiving exceptional promotions.

One was Shu Qing, whose promotion was due to her elder brother's meritorious service in defeating enemies, leading to her reward. Even without having served in the emperor's bedchamber, she was already appointed as Consort Huan.

The other was Shu Wan, who had also not served yet but was promoted to a noble.

Shu Qing's advancement was unsurprising to everyone, but Shu Wan, a contestant of humble status with no power or influence, not only got selected out of turn but was now also given an exceptional promotion, naturally became the focus of the entire palace.

Unconcerned about the outside world's scrutiny, Shu Wan was busy moving into her new home.

After all, upon being elevated to a noble, she could have her own palace. And now, the person she had wanted to meet finally came to see her.

Lady Lin Yuan, the General Zhenyuan's daughter, was once Shu Wan's best friend.

It seems that now, perhaps frustrated by seeing someone gain the Holy Favor by having the same face as Shu Wan, Lin Yuan couldn't contain her anger upon entering the palace gates and began to lase out, "I've told you all before, a fake is a fake, it can never replace the real thing. If you try to fool me with a fake hairpin again, I'll make you regret it."