Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 236 - 142 The Fire Starts

Chu Huahuan looked at the woman beside her, "Can you teach me how to do this, please?"

"Sure."

The production team had allotted practice time for all the guests, and while Chu Huahuan was practicing, Shu Wan had already woven a piece of cloth.

The degree of intricacy in the pattern was so impressive that even the teacher was astonished, "This is really amazing, Lady Shu must have done this before."

"I studied it for a while," Shu Wan explained briefly.

"Really impressive," the woman couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Mom." At this moment, Wang Tianyu, who should have been with Wang Shu, suddenly rushed in.

"Why are you here? Where’s your dad?"

"Dad is so amazing; he said he’s having no problems at all and told me to come find you."

Wang Tianyu held something in his hand, speaking while looking down at the palm of his hand.

"Then come over, stay by Mom’s side."

Chu Huahuan pulled Wang Tianyu over and glanced at the object in his hand, "Where did you get the lighter from?"

"Dad’s," Wang Tianyu lifted his head, "Mom, Dad said he’ll buy me fireworks to play with tonight."

"Okay, then be good, and I’ll buy you fireworks tonight."

After saying this, Chu Huahuan prepared to continue learning how to weave, but her gaze paused for a moment on the lighter in Wang Tianyu’s hand.

At this time, in another area of the fields, several groups of guests were in the rice paddies, and a clear winner and loser were already apparent.

Although Wang Shu had the best stamina out of the three, Zhao Yan had done this since he was a child, leading far ahead in both skill and speed.

Wang Shu closely followed Zhao Yan. In just one hour, he had almost completed the rice planting task.

Only Fu Yang had just started.

He wore a light blue shirt, white pants, and his perfect features stood out under his silver-white hair, akin to a model’s.

If one were not to look at his legs buried in the mud, the scene was quite beautiful.

Fu Yang’s cleanliness obsession was quite severe, and by now his eyebrows were knotted in frustration.

His originally fair hands were smeared with mud everywhere, with not a single clean spot to be found.

Wang Shu and Zhao Yan had already completed the task and left the field, but Fu Yang was stuck in an awkward position.

Wang Shu returned on his way and as he passed Fu Yang, he casually lamented, "A golden and precious Young Master indeed."

"My Young Master isn’t as noble as yours; he even needs to be fed to eat."

Fu Yang didn’t care if the audience thought he was harsh; his style was an eye for an eye.

Wang Shu’s face turned sour, "You’re comparing yourself to a four-year-old child?"

"And you, a man nearly forty, have the gall to compare yourself to a middle school student?" Fu Yang’s gaze was cold as ice as he looked at Wang Shu.

"I don’t want to argue with you, with that speed of yours, I’m afraid you won’t be done by tomorrow."

After that, Wang Shu left directly to join the others and record the results.

Fu Yang was already very annoyed, and after the quarrel with Wang Shu, his frustration flared up.

He glanced at the large basket of seedlings left beside him, frowning.

The next second, Fu Yang picked up a basket of seedlings and scattered them across the field.

Then he looked towards the production team, "I’m done planting, I’m leaving."

Saying this, Fu Yang walked off briskly, pausing midway for a moment before recovering and quickly leaving the place.

"Really? The temper of Young Master isn’t that great. Someone says a few words and he can respond with ten, such a fierce temper."

"The one in front, wasn’t it Wang Shu who started mocking Lin Yang first? To be like Zhao Yan, not talking back when cursed, is the right thing to do, isn’t it? Anyway, I think Lin Yang’s character is pretty good, it’s just that throwing the seedlings was a bit underhanded."

"Wasting things is a capital offense in my book. If you don’t want to plant, then don’t, but why throw them away?"

In the boys’ division, Zhao Yan was first, Wang Shu second, and Fu Yang third.

In the girls’ division, Shu Wan had been in the lead until nearly the end.

Until there was a fire that no one knew where it had started from.

By that time, Shu Wan had already woven three bolts of cloth, while Chu Huahuan had barely finished half a bolt.

Without a doubt, Shu Wan was first.

But halfway through, Shu Wan had gone to the bathroom, and when she returned, the spinning room was on fire.

Fortunately, the fire wasn’t big, and everyone worked together to pour several large tubs of water into it, quickly extinguishing it.

But still, many things were burned, including the cloth Shu Wan had woven.

"Fire is never allowed in the spinning room, so where did this fire come from?"

As everyone was talking, their gazes involuntarily shifted to Wang Tianyu, who was standing to the side.

That was because everyone had seen him entering the place with a lighter before.

"What are you looking at?" At that moment, Chu Huahuan pulled Wang Tianyu behind her, "Don’t give us that look without evidence; our Yu has already given the lighter back to his dad. Don’t try to frame us."

"So, how should we count the results now? Shu Wan’s cloth has been burned; can it still count?"

Just as the most senior woman in the spinning room was about to speak, she noticed something next to her.

She looked down and was surprised to find Chu Huahuan slipping a bracelet into her hand.

The woman looked up; no one, including the camera, had noticed her, except for Shu Wan, who gave her a faint glance as if she saw right through everything.

Under Shu Wan’s cool gaze, the woman felt a touch of guilt, but ultimately, she couldn’t withstand the temptation of the bracelet.

She tightened her grip on it and then spoke, "Without any cloth left, it shouldn’t count, right? The rule we set was to calculate based on how much cloth each person had woven by the end. If the burned ones count, should the torn ones count too?"

The crowd thought the woman made sense, "It seems fair not to count it; in that case, isn’t Shu Wan at too much of a loss?"

"It’s fine," Shu Wan was nonchalant about winning or losing. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Alright, since Shu Wan has no objections, the winner of this competition is Miss Chu Huahuan, with Shu Wan and Miss Zhao Yudie tied for second."

"I have no objections to the results of the competition," Shu Wan spoke again.

She looked at Wang Tianyu, who was hiding behind Chu Huahuan, "But I do have some opinions regarding someone who deliberately set the fire."

"I didn’t!!" Wang Tianyu was ultimately feeling guilty, instinctively yelling out loud, trying to cover everything up with whining.

But all that noise might work with his parents, grandparents, but it was of no use with Shu Wan.

Ignoring Chu Huahuan’s attempts to stop her, Shu Wan stepped forward, pulled open Wang Tianyu’s clenched hand, and found a lighter lying there.

"You child, didn’t you say you gave it back to dad already? Why is it still in your hand?" Chu Huahuan snatched the lighter away, "So what if there is a lighter? Who can prove that my son started the fire?"

"Who needs proof?" Shu Wan’s gaze was clear, "Right and wrong, everyone has a scale in their heart, there’s no need to prove anything to you."

"You—"

"What, you think I’m falsely accusing? Then you, bring forth the evidence that proves I’m falsely accusing him."

Chu Huahuan was speechless, with her face turning red from Shu Wan’s words, unable to think of any comeback.

"Shu Wan, you’re too much, bullying a child, do you have no conscience?"

"Moral blackmail doesn’t work on me," Shu Wan said calmly, "So either you two apologize to me, or I’ll call the police right now for them to survey the scene and see what really caused this fire."

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