After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

The entire breakfast time was eerily quiet, except for the sound of servants coaxing and feeding the youngest child.

The children seemed to be completing a task, focusing intently on their meal without any distractions.

Tang Min muttered to herself, "I've really learned something new. It's rare to see such a scene of people not speaking while eating or sleeping."

However, she didn't like it. Her ideal mealtime should be a time when the whole family sits around the table, chatting and laughing, sharing interesting stories, a time of happiness and warmth.

But now they are too well-behaved. The three little ones look like very well-mannered children, but they are too proper and rigid, lacking the liveliness that children of this age should have.

During the meal, the three little ones showed no intention of communicating with Tang Min. Tang Min was at a loss for what to do, and the breakfast ended in silence and an eeriness.

"I'm done"

"I'm done"

As the older siblings' voices rang out, the youngest child quickly pushed away the maid's hand, hastily wiped his mouth, and mumbled, "I'm done eating," accompanied by the clatter of cutlery and the sound of a chair being moved.

Tang Min looked up at them, her eyes filled with confusion. They had finished eating, so why did they have to greet her in such a uniform way? This... was a bit too polite.

Tang Min, who was completely baffled, could only nod in response, watching the three little ones leave the restaurant one by one with the servants.

The atmosphere became strange again, with only the sound of Tang Min eating remaining. Beside her was the middle-aged woman who had led Tang Min downstairs, making Tang Min feel extremely uncomfortable during the meal.

In order to escape this awkward situation as soon as possible, Tang Min simply put down her chopsticks, regardless of whether she was full or not.

"I'm done eating."

"Um, I'm going back to my room for a bit, please don't bother me."

"Yes, young mistress."

Before anyone could answer, Tang Min had already turned and left, leaving the group of people looking bewildered.

For her now, the bedroom is undoubtedly the safest place, and she needs to sort out the events that happened so early this morning.

Meanwhile, in a suite at a five-star hotel in Country M.

In the living room, a man sat casually, his arm resting on the armrest of the sofa, his fingers lightly supporting his face, listening to the report from the person next to him, his angular face slightly furrowed.

"Mr. Zeng, according to plan, we can return to China tomorrow."

"Hmm," the man nodded, his tone carrying the authority unique to those in high positions.

"There's one more thing..." He Yu didn't leave after reporting his work, but hesitated before speaking.

The man turned to look at him, his brows furrowed slightly. "What's wrong?"

"They contacted us at home saying that the young mistress is acting strangely."

"Ok?"

"The young mistress left her bedroom today, but she seemed not to recognize anyone in the family. Her behavior was also different from before. This morning she even greeted several young masters and young ladies..."

He Yu told the man in front of him in a rapid-fire manner what had happened to Tang Min at the villa that morning.

Zeng Yunchen, the original owner of this body and now Tang Min's husband, is the head of the Zeng family, one of the four major families in Yongcheng: the Zeng family, the Tang family, the Hua family, and the Du family. He recently went on a business trip to the United States for business cooperation.

He Yu is the son of Uncle He, the butler of the Zeng family. He grew up with Zeng Yunchen and became Zeng Yunchen's assistant after graduation.

"Did it start this morning?"

"Yes, Mr. Zeng."

"Have Li Peng go to the house again to give the young mistress another check-up. Also, you need to supervise her and make sure she finishes her work by tomorrow night and gets home by evening."

"Yes, Mr. Zeng, I'll arrange it right away."

"Um"

Ignoring when He Yu left, Zeng Yunchen gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Inside Yongcheng Villa.

The middle-aged woman who led Tang Min downstairs in the morning looked up at the building with a worried expression, as if she was ready to rush up at any moment if there was any commotion upstairs.

Completely unaware of what was happening outside, Tang Min sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, recalling the events of the morning.

First, she had woken up after a nap, but she had already tried that this morning; even if she slept again, she couldn't go back—that path was blocked. Second, if it was a case of time travel, the problems she faced were very complex and thorny. She knew nothing about this body or this family, and had no clues whatsoever.

Thinking of this, Tang Min wanted to curse again. What kind of world is this? How could she be so unlucky?

Time passed slowly, and Tang Min had been sitting on the bed all afternoon, looking as if she were in deep meditation, and indeed no one came to disturb her.

It was already evening, and there was still no movement upstairs. The people downstairs couldn't hold on any longer.

Dong dong dong

The familiar knocking sound woke Tang Min from her meditation.

"Young Madam, are you still resting?"

Nothing changed in the afternoon. Tang Min raised her hands and clenched her fists in a gesture of encouragement. "What's done is done. Be brave, Tang Min! Don't be afraid, you can do it!"

"Get up, wait a minute." After a moment of mental preparation, Tang Min got out of bed briskly and walked towards the door.

"What's wrong"

The door opened, revealing Tang Min's bright and sunny face.

"It's like this, young mistress, it's almost dinner time. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?"

Tang Min breathed a sigh of relief and asked what she wanted for dinner. Thankfully, "Anything is fine, just not too spicy."

"Is the young mistress's stomachache acting up again?"

"Huh?" Tang Min was puzzled. How did she know she had a stomach ailment? Could it be such a coincidence that the original owner of this body had the same illness as her?!

To avoid any misunderstanding, she quickly waved her hand, "No, no, it's just evening, and strong flavors are hard to digest, haha." "Um, I'll come downstairs with you. I've been in the room all afternoon, it's a bit stuffy."

Only after Tang Min finished speaking did the woman feel relieved. "Okay, okay."

Seeing the woman's excited expression, Tang Min was completely baffled. She had only gone downstairs for a stroll, so why did it seem like such a big deal? Did the original owner never go downstairs before?

However, she just wanted to go downstairs for some fresh air and didn't have time to think about these unimportant things. After closing the door and nodding to indicate that the woman could leave, she followed closely behind.

After a day of activity, Tang Min had lost the tension she felt in the morning and took the time to admire the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

I don't know whose ink these are, but the handwriting is delicate and beautiful, as if it has combined the strengths of several schools, and has a very distinctive style.

The signature reads: "Qingfeng Jushi"? The name is quite elegant.

When the name flashed into Tang Min's mind, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before, so she simply gave up.

In her view, most people or things that she can't remember are unimportant, and since they are unimportant, she might as well forget them.

The room's owner must also love flowers, as the traditional Chinese paintings on the walls are mostly floral. Based on Tang Min's limited knowledge, she could probably only recognize lotus flowers and osmanthus flowers, and the signature was Qingfeng Jushi.

This Qingfeng Jushi seems to be quite famous; the villa owner has collected so many of his calligraphy and paintings.

"Aunt He, what did the young mistress say? Ah? Young mistress, you... you're down..."

"Aunt He?" Tang Min finally knew how to address the middle-aged woman leading the way. Luckily, she hadn't called her that out of turn. Just as she was about to open the door, she almost blurted out "Auntie," but she managed to suppress it with her strong self-control.

The cook who greeted Tang Min was about the same age as He Ma. In the morning, she was also busy chasing after the youngest child to feed him.

Although the breakfast was simple and light, it was surprisingly to Tang Min's liking.

Tang Min, who suffers from chronic stomach problems, is picky about food. It's rare for her to find a chef who suits her taste, so she feels more favorably toward this auntie and speaks to her softly with a smile in her eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not picky, I'll do anything, hehehehe."

Perhaps because she hadn't noticed Tang Min coming down, and had only greeted He Ma, the cook looked somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.

Fortunately, Aunt He responded, "Something light, the young mistress's stomach problems might have flared up again."

"Oh, okay," the cook replied and quickly returned to the kitchen, as if some ferocious beast was behind her.

"What was the original owner like? Why is everyone so careful around her?" Tang Min muttered to herself.

"Young Madam, let's go to the living room first. Dr. Li will be here soon."

"Dr. Li?" "Here we go again!"

I just met Aunt He, and now Dr. Li has arrived. Who is this?

Aunt He is incredibly fast! Only a dozen minutes have passed since she said she would cook something light, and the doctor has already arrived!

"Aunt He, I'm fine. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, really," Tang Min said firmly, afraid that Aunt He wouldn't believe her.

She absolutely hated seeing doctors. The thought of seeing a doctor meant she would have to take medicine, which made her feel terrible. She always adhered to the old saying, "Every medicine has some poison in it," so if she didn't see a doctor, she wouldn't have to take medicine, and if she didn't take medicine, she wouldn't get poisoned. To her, this was absolutely true.

Aunt He looked at her young mistress with a helpless expression. Although the young mistress had been acting differently from usual since morning, she was still happy to see her young mistress like this.

Energetic and full of vigor, although occasionally a little clueless, he certainly has the air of a young man in his twenties.

"Dr. Li is here today for a routine check-up," Mrs. He said with a smile.