After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

"what happened?"

Zeng Yunchen picked up Tang Min's hair that was scattered in front of her and pushed it behind her.

"Sigh, you can't help anyway..."

The Zeng family didn't know her situation at all; they only knew she had amnesia. Little did they know that she wasn't "her" at all.

Even if she tells Zeng Yunchen, what good will it do? He can't help her become successful in a day.

Tang Min kept rubbing her face.

Without artworks, there are no results; without results, the art museum cannot continue operating.

For the art museum to continue operating, it needs her to create works.

Well, we're stuck in a vicious cycle.

"Why don't we bring out the few paintings we have at home?"

"No, no, keeping it at home must have special meaning for 'Tang Min,' we can't take it, we can't take it!"

Zeng Yunchen could only watch as Tang Min grumbled to herself in distress. At that moment, he suddenly wished he could become an omnipotent person so that he could help her and stop her from suffering so much.

"How about we ask our master for help?"

Tang Min thought of everyone around her and could only focus on Lu Yun.

But last time, her master said that she had stopped writing for a long time. Now that she is asked to come out of seclusion, would she be willing? Besides, her master is still abroad.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Tang Min vigorously rubbed her hair.

What should I do?!

Or maybe she should go back to the warehouse and rummage around; she might find something good.

Having no other options, Tang Min could only think of this clumsy method. Looking at the order form, she vaguely remembered that there were still quite a few items in the warehouse.

Seeing Tang Min get up and leave without a word, Zeng Yunchen panicked.

What could have happened to make Minmin so upset?

Zeng Yunchen watched Tang Min's retreating figure with a pained expression, and could only follow silently.

"Find out which art museums in Yongcheng have been doing well in the last two years, and let me know when you've found out."

He Yu, who was suddenly dispatched to the mall, received a puzzling message on his phone.

These past two days, Ji Yu and I have been busy with Zeng Yong's affairs, and we've only been communicating with Zeng Yunchen about the company's situation. How did we suddenly receive such an unrelated message?

"What's wrong? Is there any new news from Yunchen?"

To make it easier for him to work, Ji Yu arranged He Yu's workstation next to his own. Seeing He Yu staring silently at his phone with a furrowed brow, Ji Yu assumed that Zeng Yunchen had made new arrangements.

"No, he asked me to look up which art museums have been doing well in recent years."

He Yu and Ji Yu were longtime partners and friends, and they trusted each other very much, so He Yu told Ji Yu about Zeng Yunchen's situation without any reservations.

"It was found for Tang Min, right?"

"Oh, right, the young mistress opened an art museum. Is that art museum going to go out of business?"

"tsk"

Ji Yu rolled her eyes at He Yu, thinking, "How can this guy talk like that?"

"It's definitely not bankrupt yet, that's why I had you do the market research. If it were going to go bankrupt, would we still need you?"

Sometimes, when facing his friends, Ji Yu would be unusually mischievous.

"It has to be you; you can understand the Emperor's will."

He Yu didn't argue with Ji Yu, and sat back in his chair, swinging his legs comfortably.

"Yes, Mr. Zeng."

Talk is cheap, but we still have to get things done.

Sigh, is there anyone more unfortunate than him?

I was so looking forward to Zeng Yunchen returning to Yongcheng, hoping he could finally get some rest, but he was kicked back to the mall, and now he's even being given extra work.

"Do you think Yunchen would agree to a raise if I asked him for one?"

Why don't you give it a try?

Pshaw, that's boring.

He Yu pursed his lips and turned away, no longer speaking to Ji Yu.

.............................

Qingfeng Art Museum.

Inside the warehouse, Tang Min was bending over, rummaging through a bunch of unknown objects.

That looked no different from searching for treasure in a junkyard.

"What are all these? What is this?"

Zeng Yunchen followed suit and flipped over in the exact same way.

He couldn't answer Tang Min's questions; if she didn't understand, he knew even less.

"This looks pretty nice, whose is it?"

"Having a master is enough to maintain appearances, enough to go out and save face."

Tang Min would shout out every now and then, and Zeng Yunchen would know that she had found something useful. He would then help her move it aside and put it together.

"I should have brought Lin Mu too; at least she knows a little bit."

Tang Min's muttering could be heard coming from not far away.

But at that moment, the only useful person, Lin Mu, was engrossed in writing a notice and couldn't help.

"Minmin, what do you think of this?"

After watching for a while, Zeng Yunchen also figured out the general idea.

Although I don't quite understand it yet, following Tang Min is always the right thing to do, even though Tang Min is still only half-baked.

No, no!

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was handed to Tang Min, she vetoed it.

"What about this?"

"Oh dear, this won't do either. You didn't even notice the lines aren't smooth. It's a problem that even an ordinary person can see, let alone someone who knows their stuff."

Zeng Yunchen was stunned for a moment. Had Minmin regained some of her memories?

Tang Min herself probably didn't realize how much her expression resembled that of a professional.

"Okay, then I'll put it back."

Zeng Yunchen obediently put the artwork he had taken out back in its original place, and then went treasure hunting in the warehouse.

Tang Min on the other side hadn't been able to find anything usable for a long time, and she was feeling quite discouraged.

"Linearity? Spatial sense? What kind of terms are these?"

Suddenly, several words that Tang Min would never normally think of popped into her mind.

Could it be the original owner's body memories again?

Tang Min, if it really is you, you should stay for a couple more days, at least enough time for her to complete a full-length artwork.

Ring ring ring

In the spacious warehouse, the cell phone rang particularly loudly.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm done with my work. Let's have lunch together. I'll be there as soon as I'm ready."

"Is it noon yet?"

"Yeah, it's almost midnight. Hurry up, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Oh, okay"

Hua Manyan's phone calls came and went quickly.

Tang Min then noticed the time on her phone. Was it already so late?

"Hey Zeng Yunchen, take these to the front first, let's go eat."

"it is good"

Zeng Yunchen had worked hard for several hours, so Tang Min had no reason not to treat him to a meal.

"Speaking of which, Zeng Yunchen and Lin Mu both came to help today, and I'd like to bring them along when we eat later (dog-like eyes)."

"Oh, I see"

"Minmin, where do we put this?"

Tang Min looked at Zeng Yunchen, who was waiting for her to make arrangements at the door, and burst out laughing.

Is there something on his face? Why is Minmin smiling so happily?

Zeng Yunchen kept wiping his face with the back of his hand.

To everyone's surprise, the more Tang Min wiped the cloth, the more she laughed.

"Stop wiping, wait for me to come over."

To prevent Zeng Yunchen from making things worse, Tang Min had no choice but to intervene urgently.

Zeng Yunchen obediently lowered his hand and stood blankly at the door, waiting for Tang Min.