Dressed as the stepmother of a wealthy and rebellious son

Chu Yu's eyes paused slightly, then turned to open the textbook, "Start class."

Ever since Chu Yu came here to teach physics, Fu Yang hadn't listened very carefully to Chu Yu's lectures.

On the one hand, it was because he always felt that he had a strange feeling in his heart after seeing Chu Yu. On the other hand, after Shu Wan fell asleep, he inexplicably had a lot of free time.

Strangely enough, when Shu Wan was here, he didn't want to study every day, he just wanted to go out and play. After Shu Wan fell asleep, he didn't have much thought about playing, and his heart calmed down.

At this time, he listened carefully to Chu Yu's lecture. Even if Fu Yang was biased against Chu Yu, he had to admit that Chu Yu still had something.

When the bell rang, Chu Yu closed his book and smiled at his unfinished classmates, "get out of class is over."

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

This time, Fu Yang did not refuse.

He followed Chu Yu to the office. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon. The teachers had all gone to class and the office was empty.

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

"Cola."

Chu Yu paused when he went to pick up the tea can. A faint smile flashed across his lips. He then took out a can of Coke from his special refrigerator and handed it to Fu Yang, "Here you go."

Fu Yang opened it and took a sip, "Why do you bring me milk every day?"

"How did you know it was from me?"

Chu Yu sat on the chair, with a smile in his peach blossom eyes.

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

"I couldn't finish the drink, so I brought it to you."

Although Chu Yu's statement was inexplicable, Fu Yang had an intuition that what Chu Yu said might be true, "I don't need it."

"Do you want to play basketball?" Chu Yu suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "I won't have classes for a while."

Fu Yang looked at Chu Yu with a strange expression, "Do you want to get to know my dad?"

"Do not want to."

"Then why do you always follow me?"

"I think you're quite cute."

As Chu Yu spoke, he took off his glasses, making his peach blossom eyes even more beautiful and charming.

Looking at those eyes, Fu Yang always felt that something was not right, but he couldn't place it.

"Let's go?" Chu Yu looked at Fu Yang, "Your father probably isn't in the mood to play with you lately. Can we practice together?"

It's true that Fu Yang hasn't played basketball for a long time. He nodded, "Okay."

Chu Yu looks like the kind of scholar who rarely sets foot on the basketball court, but in fact, his basketball skills are quite good.

Fu Yang fought with him back and forth, and the full exercise almost wiped away the depression in his heart in the past few days.

Three hours later, Fu Yang was sweating profusely and leaning against the wall. He looked at Chu Yu with less distance in his eyes and said, "You are good at basketball."

"You can come to me if you want to play next time." Chu Yu handed Fu Yang a bottle of water, "You are also good at basketball."

"My mother taught me this." Fu Yang drank nearly half a bottle of water in one breath. "She plays basketball very well."

Hearing Fu Yang talk about Shu Wan, Chu Yu's eyes flashed, "If you can call her mom, you must like her very much."

"Nonsense." Fu Yang said without any hesitation, "She is a very nice person. Who wouldn't like her?"

Chu Yu paused while holding the bottle.

"She is a very nice person, who wouldn't like her?"

He has heard this sentence many times.

In the military camp in southern Xinjiang, he heard General Zhenyuan say.

In the Sunan Mansion Yamen, he heard the youngest number one scholar say it.

In the majestic Qianqing Palace, he heard what the emperor who centralized power said.

He suddenly wondered what kind of woman this was.

"I see." Chu Yu followed Fu Yang's words, "Where are you going to eat at night?"

"Go home and eat."

"Would you like to try my cooking?" Chu Yu pulled out some photos from his phone and showed them to Fu Yang, "I'm pretty good at cooking."

Let’s just say, just looking at the photos, it’s really quite appetizing.

But what Fu Yang focused on at this time was that the way Chu Yu used his mobile phone was the same as the 80-year-old security guard he had seen at the school gate.

"Pfft." Fu Yang laughed out loud, attracting Chu Yu's confused gaze.

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

"meeting."

"Let's go then."

Chu Yu actually just asked as a test, but he didn't expect Fu Yang to really agree. Chu Yu looked very happy, "Okay, let's go back now."

"Ah."

Fu Yang followed Chu Yu back to Chu Yu's home. Chu Yu lived in a high-end apartment in the city center. There were huge floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides. When night fell, he could have a panoramic view of the bustling city.

Chu Yu's house was large, clean and tidy, but it looked a little cold. Fu Yang sat on the sofa and took the magazine on it, only to find that it contained Fu Siyu's interview report.

"You sit down first and I'll cook."

Chu Yu entered the kitchen as he spoke. After a while, the sound of clinking pots and bowls came from the kitchen.

Fu Yang flipped through the magazine for a while, then got up to look at other rooms, "Can I just look around?"

"Okay, you can look at it as you like."

With Chu Yu's approval, Fu Yang wandered around for a while. When he walked to the study, Fu Yang was shocked by the books in the room.

Moreover, the books Chu Yu read were all related to physics and astronomy, which were profound and obscure.

Fu Yang rummaged around on the table and only saw some manuscripts filled with unknown horoscopes.

"The food is ready, come and eat."

Chu Yu didn't know when he appeared at the door of the study and saw the manuscript in Fu Yang's hand, "Are you interested in astrology?"

"No." Fu Yang frowned slightly.

He just found it strange that Fu Siyu seemed to have begun to study these weird things recently.

Could it be that when people reach a certain age, they start to become superstitious?

"Then let's eat."

"Oh."

Fu Yang put down the manuscript and walked to the living room.

Not to mention, the dishes made by Chu Yu look very good, and just looking at them makes people appetite.

Fu Yang sat down at the table, picked up a piece of ribs with chopsticks, his eyes lit up slightly, "It's delicious."

"Then eat more, and this plate will be yours."

As Chu Yu spoke, he placed a whole plate of ribs in front of Fu Yang.

Looking at Chu Yu's movements, Fu Yang's expression moved slightly.

Fu Yang has always wanted to stay away from Chu Yu, not because he hates him so much, but mainly because he subconsciously feels that he cannot get close to this person.

But in fact, there was an unknown sense of mystery about Chu Yu, which led Fu Yang to approach him unconsciously. Sitting in Chu Yu's house and having dinner with him, Fu Yang didn't feel disgusted at all, but felt very relaxed and comfortable.

Even after eating, Fu Yang was too lazy to leave.

Chu Yu also took the opportunity to suggest, "Your home is far away, why not live here with me? Just say you live at the teacher's house. Your father will probably agree."

Fu Yang has never experienced sleeping in someone else's house before.

He thought about it and finally agreed.

He called Fu Siyu and said, "Dad, I'm not going back today. I'm staying at the teacher's house for the day."

"Well, pay attention to your safety." The sound of an electrocardiogram came from Fu Siyu's side. It was obvious that he was in the hospital.

"How is she doing?" Fu Yang couldn't help but ask.

"It's still the same." Fu Siyu's voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, it's not getting worse. I'm watching from here, don't worry."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yang looked at Chu Yu, "Where should I sleep?"

"This way."

Chu Yu took Fu Yang into a room, "You can stay in this guest bedroom."

Although it is said to be a guest bedroom, Fu Yang actually feels that it is much larger than the master bedroom. The interior decoration is completely different from the style outside. It is the energetic e-sports style that Fu Yang likes.

"Who did you prepare this room for?" Fu Yang looked at Chu Yu doubtfully.

"Give me my son." Chu Yu smiled at Fu Yang, "Don't all young boys like this? Do you like it?"

Fu Yang nodded, "I like it. If you have a son in the future, you will probably like it too."

Although Fu Yang felt that Chu Yu thought a little too early.

After all, Chu Yu looks a few years older than him. By the time Chu Yu's son is old enough to play games, the popular style will probably have changed long ago.

"Yes." There was a bit of a smile in Chu Yu's eyes, "As long as you like it, there are clothes I bought before in the wardrobe. You can wear whatever suits you. They are all new."

"it is good."

After Chu Yu left, Fu Yang took a shower and prepared to go to bed, but lying on the soft quilt, Fu Yang felt strange.

Because this room suits him so well, even the smell of shower gel and shampoo is his favorite.

Does Chu Yu really not know him? There are too many coincidences.

Fu Yang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. At this moment, the phone on the bedside table rang. It was Chu Yu calling, "Can you sleep?"

"Can't sleep."

"Come out, watch a movie and chat for a while?"

"it is good."

So, in the middle of the night, Fu Yang wrapped himself in a blanket and sat with Chu Yu in the living room watching a movie.

In terms of experience, this is the first time.

The movie was a love movie that Chu Yu casually clicked on. The old-fashioned love story did not arouse Fu Yang's interest.

However, he was more curious about whether Chu Yu had ever been in love. "The room you prepared for your son, are you already married?"

"It's over." Chu Yu nodded.

"Tell me."

Fu Yang is not a person who likes gossip, but for some reason, he is very curious about Chu Yu.

"She is a very good person, in your current words, a rose with thorns."

The moonlight flowed quietly, Chu Yu told Fu Yang about his past with his lover, and Fu Yang was stunned for a while.

"Which movie are you talking about?" After listening to Chu Yu's story, Fu Yang felt outrageous, "A spy movie?"

Chu Yu smiled and said, "I was discovered by you. It's very late. Otherwise, go to bed."

"it is good."

Another hour passed in the blink of an eye. Fu Yang was indeed sleepy at this time. He stood up and returned to his room.

In the living room, Chu Yu was still sitting on the floor. After a while, he took out a photo from his pocket. The woman in the photo had flaming red lips and a bright smile, like a rose blooming under the sun.

Chu Yu stretched out his hand and stroked the photo twice, "Isn't our son very cute?"

However, no one responded to him. The woman in the photo was still smiling brightly, but she was frozen in the photo, cold and without any warmth.
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Yuqing Palace has been very lively these days. Since Shu Wan was promoted to a noble concubine, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent people to send countless treasures, and various repairs were made to the decorations in the palace based on the original ones.

Ning Yuan came to see Shu Wan and was extremely envious, "Zi Ruo, you are so awesome."

People who enter the palace basically want to compete for favor, so when Shu Wan said he wanted to start competing for favor, Ning Yuan didn't take it to heart.

But she never expected that in less than a month, Shu Wan would go from an ordinary promise to become a noble concubine.

"How are you in Changning Palace?"

"Not so good." Ning Yuan looked at Shu Wan eagerly, "You are so favored now, can you tell His Majesty to bring me to your palace? I am so bored there."

More importantly, because of Shu Wan's favor, Xu Yinjia also hated Ning Yuan and made things difficult for her in various ways.

"can."

Shu Wan could probably imagine that Ning Yuan would be implicated because of her, "You go find a side palace to live in. I will tell His Majesty tonight."

"it is good."

Ning Yuan asked herself that although she had many problems, she could see clearly that she could live in Yuqing Palace as she wished, but she had no other thoughts.

Her intuition told her that it was best not to challenge Shu Wan's bottom line.

Shu Wan thought Qi Yuan would come over at night, but in fact, Qi Yuan came before the sun set in the afternoon.

Ever since Qi Yuan said those words in front of her last time, Qi Yuan has been coming to her palace every day.

This is very different from Qi Yuan's behavior of turning over the concubine brand once or twice a month after he ascended the throne.

Not to mention, Shu Wan, the daughter of a mere county magistrate, held the position of a noble concubine, which aroused countless objections inside and outside the court.

Various censors and officials tried to remonstrate with death, but they could not change the emperor's mind.

Shu Wan was even dubbed the "demon concubine who brought harm to the country", which attracted the opposition of all officials in the court.

At that time, Qi Yuan sat high on the dragon chair and listened to everyone's words. Finally, he only asked everyone one sentence, "I just want to ask, do you think my country will be destroyed by a woman?" Are you the one causing trouble?"

When asked this, everyone was immediately speechless.

Because Qi Yuan is the Mingjun Holy Master that everyone sees.

"If the court is simply influenced by a concubine, then what I should consider is not the concubine's harm to the country, but whether you people still need to exist."

After Qi Yuan's words were revealed, even if the courtiers had eight hundred courages, they would not dare to say anything to Shu Wan.

Slowly, everyone began to comfort themselves. Fortunately, Shu Wan's natal family was weak in power, and there would be no development no matter how favored they were.

Not to mention, there are vague rumors in the palace that Shu Wan himself drank the sterilization soup and will not have children at all. A concubine with no offspring will not be afraid no matter how favored she is.

This rumor spread around, and somehow it reached Qi Yuan's ears.

So Qi Yuan came to Yuqing Palace as soon as he went to court today.

Shu Wan was still lying in the yard reading a book and drinking tea. Qi Yuan stood at the door with a gloomy expression, "Did you really drink the medicinal soup that Concubine De gave you?"

Shu Wan tilted her head and said, "Your Majesty, do you hope that I will give birth to a child?"

Qi Yuan's expression became even darker. Even he himself didn't know what the answer was. (End of chapter)