Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital.
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Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital.
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Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions."
Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth."
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Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50.
Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?"

Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?"

Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished.

Isn't she a walking dictionary?
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Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos.

However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him.

And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone.

But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go."

Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.

The long month dominated the sky, the night's color lingering gently.


Leaning against Qi Yuan's embrace, looking at the bright moon outside, Shu Wan's emotions were like a continuous thread, her eyes slightly stirred, "Why do you never ask."


"Ask what?" Qi Yuan paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, he chuckled softly, "What's there to ask."


"Jealousy, envy, but I don't mind." Qi Yuan tightened his grip a little on Shu Wan's hand, "Is he good to you?"


"That's right, how could the person you chose not be good." Qi Yuan's lips carried a hint of a bitter smile.


He had Shu Wan turn to face him, looking straight at Shu Wan, "Do you know why I was willing to send you back a thousand years?"


Chapter 510 - Chapter 289: The Crown Prince is Happy Again