After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

"what!!!!"

A woman's scream came from a villa in the suburbs of Yongcheng.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

Inside the room, Tang Min, who had just been woken up by her biological clock, was looking at everything in front of her in a panic.

This was a completely unfamiliar room, with nothing she recognized, not even the clothes she was wearing to bed.

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through her mind.

Could it be? They've been kidnapped!

No, no, she has no money, but she has her life. What good would kidnapping her do?

Besides, she didn't think she had offended anyone, and the neighborhood was relatively safe.

Tang Min thought and thought, racking her brains, but still couldn't figure out what was going on. In the end, the only reason that Tang Min could believe was that she hadn't woken up yet.

Tang Min has had a problem since childhood: she often falls into nightmares. So she often hears the sound of doors opening and voices in her sleep, but they are all indistinct and her body is not under her conscious control.

This kind of nightmare, where she could clearly see the room's layout and had a distinct understanding of it, was something Tang Min had never experienced before. But apart from that, Tang Min couldn't find any other suitable reason.

After a moment, she nodded, confirming her idea, closed her eyes, snuggled back into the covers, and prepared to continue sleeping until she truly woke up.

Dong dong dong

A knock on the door disrupted Tang Min's plans, followed by the voice of a middle-aged woman who appeared to be around forty or fifty years old.

"Young Madam, are you up?"

"Young mistress? Who? Me?!" Tang Min's lips twitched. This dream was quite interesting; she had actually become a young mistress here.

After confirming that it was her own nightmare, Tang Min decided to use her usual method—ignore, ignore, and disregard it.

But things didn't go as planned. It seemed like the person outside wouldn't give up until they heard Tang Min's answer, and they would knock every now and then.

Tang Min couldn't take it anymore. She stormed off the bed, opened the door, and prepared to use another method she used to deal with nightmares—cursing.

Based on past experience, as long as you utter the curses yourself, the nightmare will leave on its own.

"What are you yelling about? Can't you see I'm sleeping? Have no manners? Go back to where you came from!"

Without waiting for the reaction of the person outside the door, she slammed the door shut and went back to bed.

That trick seemed to have worked quite well; there was no more knocking. Tang Min relaxed, a slight smile playing on her lips. She closed her eyes, determined not to believe she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep tonight!

Tang Min didn't know how much time had passed, nor whether she had actually fallen asleep. She just felt that she had slept for a long time. She tried to open her eyes again, silently praying that she would see her small room when she opened them.

After some mental preparation...

"What's going on? Why is it still this godforsaken place?!"

Nothing had changed; it was still the same room, with the same layout. The only difference was that this was the second time Tang Min had woken up in this room.

She panicked completely, got out of bed, and started pacing back and forth in the room.

As she walked, she kept repeating to herself, "Don't panic, don't panic, Tang Min, calm down, calm down."

Unable to face what was happening, she forced herself to calm down and analyze what had occurred.

She began to recall her experiences over the past few days. Before this, she was just a junior employee at a company that was about to hold its anniversary celebration. She belonged to the company's administration department.

I've been incredibly busy with the anniversary celebration lately, leaving me with almost no personal time and no energy to think about anything else.

Every day feels like being a walking corpse, going back and forth between the company and my home, never going anywhere else. After get off work, all I want to do is lie in bed and play on my phone.

My only hobby is reading novels. After all, reality is too annoying, and reading about the wonderful fantasies in novels can relieve some stress.

"Wait, reading novels? The novels I've been reading a lot lately are transmigration novels! Oh my god, could I have transmigrated into a book?!?"

It was as if she had suddenly found the answer. Tang Min was both surprised and delighted, but this was too magical and too imaginative.

As a 21st-century modern woman and a staunch materialist, she simply couldn't believe it. How could she explain everything that was happening before her eyes?

"By the way, if it were really time travel, the face would probably be different, right?"

Tang Min carefully moved towards the dressing table, which was not far from the bed. Even with her slow pace, Tang Min quickly reached the mirror.

With a hint of trepidation and unease, she slowly opened her eyes, but the scene before her shocked Tang Min even more. Wasn't this herself?! Even the scar on her forehead from her childhood mischief was still there.

So what exactly happened? Tang Min is now certain that the woman's scream wasn't a hallucination or a dream; someone was really calling her, and it was calling, "Young Madam?!"

Tang Min, a diligent and hardworking student, was dedicated to her work and strived for excellence every day. She finally reached the age of 25 and landed a job as an administrative clerk at a decent state-owned enterprise.

Although he may not become extremely wealthy or powerful in the future, he will at least be able to eat and drink without worrying about anything.

Everyone in the company knows she's an outstanding single young woman, a proletarian non-marriage advocate, so how did she become someone's "young mistress?! Are you kidding me?!"

This ordeal gradually calmed Tang Min down, so she really had time-traveled. She was speechless at how such a strange thing could happen to her.

On second thought, Tang Min remembered that in the novels she had read, the protagonists who transmigrated into books always had a "system" with them, so she began to try to summon the "system".

Hello, how are you?

"hello?"

Hello, are you there?

"Hey, is anyone here? Speak up!"

After several unsuccessful attempts to summon her, Tang Min grew impatient.

She was sleeping comfortably in her little nest when she woke up to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place. It was already a miracle that she didn't get angry at God. Why was this "system" pretending to be dead?

"Hey, you damn system! Come out here! Now!"

"Holy crap, you idiot, he's really faking his death!"

After repeated unanswered attempts, Tang Min became truly angry, and countless profanities containing "M" and "N" flashed through her mind.

But she was a highly educated and qualified person who disdained to use such language to lower her own character, so she tolerated it!

Another thing that puzzled Tang Min was that, given her ten years of reading experience, shouldn't a person who transmigrates carry some of the original owner's memories? How come she couldn't feel any of them at all, and had absolutely no recollection of this place in her mind? It couldn't be that the character was set up to have amnesia, could it?

Good heavens, how come she's so unlucky? Everyone else has a system to carry them, a cheat code, and super skills, but she has nothing.

He has no system, no memories, and no protagonist's halo. If he goes out and his secret is exposed, the consequences are unimaginable!

Isn't it always said that good deeds will be rewarded?

She was gentle, kind, approachable, and compassionate throughout her life, always laughing and joking with the young and being respectful to the old. How come she never gave anything in return?

Tang Min seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed onto the bed. She had no idea what to do next. Nothing was more frustrating than doubting that she was a time traveler.

But it seemed someone wouldn't allow Tang Min to think too much, as there was another knocking sound at the door.

"Young Madam? Are you up?"

"Yes, I'm up."

Compared to before, Tang Min was much calmer and gradually began to accept the fact.

Look, she's already starting to respond to a complete stranger.

Upon hearing Tang Min's voice, the other party seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Breakfast is ready. Would you like it brought to your room or would you like to come downstairs?"

breakfast?!

Perhaps it heard some kind of call, because its stomach started growling.

That's right. Since waking up, Tang Min has been in a state of panic and hasn't realized that she hasn't eaten breakfast.

But Tang Min didn't have the habit of eating breakfast in the bedroom. Recalling the tone of the rich people in the books she had read before, Tang Min cleared her throat and said calmly, "No need, I'll go downstairs to eat."

"Oh, okay, then, Madam, I'll head down now."

"Um"

Fearing that saying too much would expose her secret, Tang Min could only try to speak as little as possible.

She now has to face everything that is about to happen. Fortunately, she is a very adaptable person. As long as it is not something more outrageous than time travel, she can handle the rest. After all, she has not lived these past twenty years in vain.

After relaxing, Tang Min decided to wash up first to clear her head and face life with a fresh perspective!