Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"You were talking about us competing, what's the point of bringing someone else in?"

"Just now, you didn't say we couldn't get help," Han Lin, smugly looking at Fu Yang, "if you're capable, why don't you get help yourself?"

He had long found Fu Yang displeasing to the eyes. To make Fu Yang lose face, he had gone to great lengths to bring in Lawrence. In this world, there could be no one better than Lawrence in horsemanship.

"You," Fu Yang's face turned icy, his fingers whitening as they gripped the reins.

"Wasn't it you who first proposed the competition, Fu Yang? Why are you scared to compete now? You're just wasting our time."

"Young Master Fu isn't getting scared, is he?? I heard his dad was excellent at horse riding. Surely he must have taught Fu Yang something?"

Han Lin's minions mocked Fu Yang one after another. With his youthful temperament, Fu Yang impulsively agreed to compete on the spur of the moment, "Let's compete then!"

But, easy as it was to say, Fu Yang soon realized just how huge the gap between him and Lawrence was.

The two competed in a show jumping event within a large arena set with several obstacles.

The goal was to complete the course in the least amount of time, best two out of three rounds to win.

According to Han Lin, Fu Yang could also seek external help for the competition.

But, help or no help, the result would be the same. If any random coach from the stables could outdo Lawrence, he wouldn't have achieved such great success in world competitions.

Fu Yang never thought he would win; he just wanted to finish the race he had set.

But, under Han Lin's direction, it was clear Lawrence wasn't just competing straightforwardly against Fu Yang.

Under normal circumstances, with Lawrence's professional skills, Fu Yang could never keep up.

However, in the first round, Lawrence deliberately maintained the same speed as Fu Yang.

While excellent in controlling his horse and completing the obstacles, Lawrence kept interfering with Fu Yang.

Fu Yang rode quite well, but the gap between him and Lawrence was far too great.

Since Lawrence kept matching his pace, Fu Yang decided to slow down and focus on stability.

But, just as he was about to cross the finish line, Lawrence suddenly increased his speed and crossed the finish line before Fu Yang.

He then abruptly turned his horse around and kicked the horse's belly.

The scared horse neighed and attempted to attack in the direction of Fu Yang.

Lawrence pulled on the reins, stabilizing the horse, but as it reared and neighed, it still frightened Fu Yang's horse.

Even as Fu Yang pulled hard on the reins, he couldn't control his frightened horse.

Just a step away from crossing the finish line, his horse turned around and started galloping back towards the starting point, only stopping after interventions by several coaches.

"Hahaha, Fu Yang, did you get the finish line and the starting point mixed up? Everyone else was rushing toward the finish line, but you went back to the start!"

"They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but such an impressive man as Fu Siyu, how did he end up with such a useless son? First time I've seen someone run towards the starting point, hahaha, it's hilarious."

...

Under Han Lin's direction, everyone mockingly ganged up on Fu Yang.

Fu Yang originally didn't plan to engage with everyone, but hearing the phrase, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he suddenly turned stern.

He glared at Han Lin, suppressing his anger, and finally, as Han Lin once again brought up Fu Siyu, Fu Yang spurred his horse, charging directly towards Han Lin.

At that moment, Lawrence rode over, blocking Han Lin, and caused his horse to kick Fu Yang's horse.

The startled horse, no longer merely intimidated by noises, neighed violently in pain, trying to throw Fu Yang off its back.

Fu Yang, having never encountered such a situation, clung to the reins, but to no effect.

The tightened reins only stimulated the racehorse further, and it made a vicious leap to try hurling Fu Yang beneath its hooves.

At that moment, a few urgent whistles were heard from somewhere.

Something miraculous happened.

The racehorse, which had been acting like a mad creature just a moment ago, suddenly calmed down and obediently walked towards the direction of the whistles.

Fu Yang, who had been scared stiff, remained somewhat dumbfounded and could only let the horse carry him some distance.

About twenty meters later, the racehorse stopped and kept looking towards the corner ahead.

Fu Yang also looked towards that direction and saw a piece of cloud-patterned fabric appear around the corner.

Fu Yang frowned slightly, feeling that the pattern seemed oddly familiar.

The next second, Shu Wan walked out.

Fu Yang was somewhat surprised, "How did you get in here?"

Before Shu Wan could respond, Lawrence's voice rang out from behind, "Was it this lady who calmed the racehorse just now? How did you manage that?"

Seeing Shu Wan, everyone was immersing themselves in the stunning beauty of her looks, completely overlooking the fact that she was the one who had calmed the racehorse.

Now, hearing Lawrence say this, they were all astonished, including Fu Yang.

He looked at Shu Wan skeptically, "You?"

Fu Yang's gaze slid from Shu Wan's face to her hand, where he saw her holding a leaf.

Thinking of the whistle sounds, which quite resembled those that could be made with a leaf, Fu Yang was somewhat surprised. Could it be true that Shu Wan had saved him?

Shu Wan ignored Fu Yang's doubts; her gaze swept over his hand, which had been chafed raw from pulling the reins too harshly and was now faintly bleeding.

"Get down," Shu Wan said to Fu Yang, "I'll race him."

"Forget about it," Fu Yang replied disdainfully, "I won't let a woman stand in front of me. You just got lucky, and you think—"

Before Fu Yang could finish his sentence, Shu Wan stepped forward, swiftly mounted the horse, and sat behind him.

Fu Yang hadn't even realized how Shu Wan had managed to get on the horse; he only caught a whiff of her fragrance as it wafted past him.

Fu Yang turned around in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Without wasting words, Shu Wan grabbed his collar, gave a flick of her wrist, and dropped him to the ground.

Being picked up like a chick for the second time in front of so many people, Fu Yang felt his dignity shattered again.

He was about to protest when Han Lin spoke up first.

For those at the top of the powerful circle, beauty was not a scarce commodity.

But someone with Shu Wan's looks was truly rare to see.

Han Lin eyed Shu Wan with ill intentions, "Fu Yang, I've changed my mind. I'll let you have the horse, but in exchange, how about you give me this beauty?"

Even if Fu Yang disliked Shu Wan, she was part of the Fu Family, and being openly insulted by Han Lin like this instantly made Fu Yang forget the humiliation he suffered because of her.

"You look at yourself, do you even deserve her?" Fu Yang glared coldly at Han Lin, "She is from my Fu Family. Drop that notion, otherwise, see if the Han Family will back you up."

Hearing Fu Yang say this, although Han Lin was reluctant, he still feared Fu Siyu and did not pursue the matter further.

Instead, he turned to the matter of the race, "Letting a woman represent you in the race, you really have the nerve to say that."

"Exactly. Fu Yang, you don't think that relying on a woman can turn the tide of battle, do you? Beauty, if you ask me, you should just go shopping and buy some bags. Let's exchange WeChat contacts, I'll treat you for your shopping."

The crowd had a field day mocking and discussing, not considering Shu Wan a threat at all.

Only Lawrence, observing Shu Wan's movement when she mounted the horse, sensed that something was amiss.