Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Chu Yu's eyes paused slightly before he opened the textbook, "Class is starting."

Ever since Chu Yu had started teaching physics here, Fu Yang had never really listened carefully to Chu Yu's lectures.

On one hand, he always felt a strange feeling after seeing Chu Yu; on the other hand, after Shu Wan had fallen into a deep sleep, he inexplicably had a lot of free time.

Strangely enough, when Shu Wan was around, he never wanted to study and just wanted to go out and play; after Shu Wan had fallen asleep, he lost much of his desire to play, and his heart somehow calmed down.

Now, listening intently to Chu Yu's lecture for an entire period, even if Fu Yang had prejudices against Chu Yu, he couldn't help admitting that Chu Yu had something to offer.

The bell rang for the end of class, Chu Yu closed the book and smiled at the students who seemed to want more, "That's it for today."

After speaking, Chu Yu looked at Fu Yang, "Fu Yang, come to the office with me."

This time, Fu Yang did not refuse.

He followed Chu Yu to the office, and by then it was past three in the afternoon, all the teachers had gone to their classes, and the office was empty.

Chu Yu put the textbook on the table and pointed to the sofa in front of him, "Have a seat, what would you like to drink?"

"Coke."

Chu Yu's hand paused while reaching for the tea canisters, a faint smile flashing across his lips; he then grabbed a can of Coke from his personal mini-fridge and handed it to Fu Yang, "Here you go."

Fu Yang opened the can and took a sip, "Why do you keep bringing me milk every day?"

"How did you know it was me?"

Chu Yu sat down on the chair, his eyes twinkling with a slight smile.

Fu Yang rolled his eyes, "I'm not a fool."

"Just brought it over because I couldn't finish it."

Although Chu Yu's explanation was bizarre, Fu Yang instinctively felt that what Chu Yu said might be true, "I don't need it."

"Do you want to play basketball?" Chu Yu suddenly asked an unrelated question, "I'm free after a while."

Fu Yang looked at Chu Yu with a weird expression, "Do you want to meet my dad?"

"No."

"Then why do you keep following me?"

"I think you're quite cute."

As Chu Yu spoke, he took off his glasses, making his attractive peach-blossom eyes even more captivating.

Looking at those eyes, Fu Yang always felt there was something odd that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"How about it?" Chu Yu looked at Fu Yang, "Your dad probably hasn't had much time to play with you lately, shall we go practice?"

Fu Yang really hadn't played basketball for a long time. He nodded, "Sure."

Chu Yu seemed like the scholarly type who wouldn't often set foot on a basketball court, but in fact, his basketball skills were pretty good.

Fu Yang played with him, the vigorous exercise sweeping away the frustrations that had been building up over the recent days.

Three hours later, Fu Yang, drenched in sweat, leaned against the wall, his gaze at Chu Yu now less distant, "You're pretty good at basketball."

"If you want to play next time, you can ask me." Chu Yu passed a bottle of water to Fu Yang, "You're also quite good."

"My mom taught me." Fu Yang gulped down nearly half the bottle in one go, "She was really good at basketball."

Hearing Fu Yang mention Shu Wan, Chu Yu's eyes flickered, "You must really like her since you call her mom."

"No kidding." Fu Yang said without hesitation, "She's really nice, who wouldn't like her."

Chu Yu's hand paused while holding the bottle.

"She's really nice, who wouldn't like her."

He had heard this phrase many times.

In the military camp at the Southern Border, he had heard General Zhenyuan say it.

In the government offices of Sunan Prefecture, he had heard the youngest top scorer say it.

In the grand Qianqing Palace, he had heard the Emperor, who held supreme power, say it.

He suddenly became curious about what kind of woman she was.

"I can see that." Chu Yu followed Fu Yang's words, "Where are you eating dinner tonight?"

"Going home."

"Do you want to try my cooking?" Chu Yu scrolled through some photos on his phone to show Fu Yang, "I'm pretty good at cooking."

To be fair, the photos did look quite appetizing.

Yet, at that moment, Fu Yang was focusing on Chu Yu's posture while using his phone, reminiscent of an eighty-year-old security guard he had seen at the school gate.

"Pfft." Fu Yang laughed, drawing a puzzled look from Chu Yu.

"Nothing." Fu Yang waved his hand, "Can you make braised pork ribs?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

Chu Yu was actually just testing the waters with his question, and he hadn't really expected Fu Yang to agree; Chu Yu looked quite happy, "Alright, then let's go back now."

"Okay."

Fu Yang followed Chu Yu back to his home, which was in a high-end apartment located downtown, surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling windows that captured the bustling city's nightscape as night fell.