"Slow and steady wins the race," Shu Wan looked at Fu Yang, "Asking for too much would sever all ties with the Xiao Family completely, ask for a little less, leave some leeway, who knows when this goodwill might come in handy."
Fu Yang had only been making a casual sarcastic remark, but he didn’t expect Shu Wan to take it so seriously, teaching him like a student, causing him to shift his gaze uncomfortably, "What are you doing? Do you think you’re a teacher or something? Teaching all this crooked nonsense."
"It’s not crooked nonsense," Shu Wan’s eyes shimmered slightly, as if she recalled the group of great scholars from Bailu Academy back in the day.
At that time, Bailu Academy had the best educational resources around, and the teachers educating there had all been top scorers themselves and had been appointed as Prime Ministers.
They were true connoisseurs of poetry and the world, having risen from the lowest strata to the highest, only to return to the academy in the end.
What those teachers told Shu Wan was that the stuff from books was idealized, pure; once entering society, one needs to be worldly-wise.
Being worldly-wise is not bad, it’s being overly so that poses issues.
To know, to employ, to make all under heaven useful for oneself, that was her teachers’ expectation of her.
In the current era, educated people had more possibilities; they didn’t have to take an official path nor did they need to be as adept in worldly wisdom as the students from the past life’s Bailu Academy.
In the case of someone like Fu Yang, Shu Wan didn’t feel he needed to be particularly slick, but she would still teach him what he ought to know.
"Don’t look at me with those eyes," Fu Yang rubbed his arms, "It’s creepy."
Shu Wan averted her gaze, "Alright, go get me breakfast, I’m hungry."
Hearing Shu Wan’s matter-of-fact tone, Fu Yang got irritated, "I’m not your errand runner."
"..." Maddening, but he couldn’t refute it, he was currently acting just like an errand runner.
Oh no, actually, errand runners get paid, he was laboring for free.
Fu Yang brought in breakfast from outside, fuming with displeasure, but the problem was, Shu Wan’s hand was injured and she couldn’t eat by herself.
Therefore, Fu Yang called a nurse in, "You feed her."
However, Shu Wan shook her head slightly at the nurse, "You can go, I’ll do it myself."
The nurse glanced between Shu Wan and Fu Yang, and ultimately obeyed the beautiful woman, and left obediently.
After the door to the sickroom was closed, Fu Yang rolled his eyes, "Don’t expect me to feed you. It’s not happening. I’ve never done such a thing my entire life."
The next moment, Shu Wan unwrapped the bandages that had been tied around her, revealing the wound beneath.
In reality, the injury wasn’t very severe; primarily it was just broken skin that had bled.
Shu Wan’s skin was so fair that the wounds looked particularly gruesome, with cuts deep and shallow tearing open the soft, pale flesh, and the remaining redness and traces of blood were enough to make one feel the pain just by looking.
Without a word, Shu Wan poured her homemade antiseptic medicine onto the palm of her hand.
The antiseptic was liquid, and as it was sprayed onto the wound, it caused Shu Wan to wince with pain.
Fu Yang sat on the couch, slurping down his noodles, seemingly focused on his meal, but his gaze involuntarily kept drifting over to Shu Wan.
By the time Shu Wan had finished redressing her wound, Fu Yang was by her bedside with a dark expression, holding milk in one hand and a steamed bun in the other.
Shu Wan glanced over, "I don’t want milk, get soy milk."
Fu Yang returned with a cup of soy milk, only for Shu Wan to voice another preference, "Any fruit? I want an apple."
"..." This wasn’t a stepmother; this was an ancestor.
Although Fu Yang’s expression remained sour, Shu Wan ate quite contentedly, after all, she was able to selectively ignore Fu Yang’s mood.
Half an hour passed by the time breakfast was finished.
Shu Wan leaned back against the headboard and gave Fu Yang an amused look, "Thanks."
"You’re welcome," Fu Yang practically gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Who made me owe you."
Just as they were talking, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the sickroom, to which Fu Yang shouted irritably, "What’s with all the knocking, just come in!"
The next second, the door was pushed open, and a strange man entered, bringing Xiao Lin with him.