After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

The closer Zeng Yunchen got to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the brighter the lights there were compared to other places, which aroused some doubts in his mind.

When he reached the pavilion in the middle of the lake, he discovered that the room opposite, which had been empty for a long time, was now brightly lit.

Facing the lake, the window is open, and you can vaguely see a long wooden table placed near the window, where someone is sitting and writing something.

Upon seeing the familiar figure, Zeng Yunchen judged it to be Tang Min, but he didn't know what she was doing there.

With these thoughts in mind, Zeng Yunchen crossed the small bridge next to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and walked towards Tang Min's room.

Upon entering the room, Zeng Yunchen noticed a significant change. Tang Min had clearly converted it into a study. Was Minmin practicing calligraphy?

After passing through a screen, Tang Min was facing the lake, wearing a plain-colored nightgown and her long hair casually tied up, exuding comfort, ease, and casualness.

Although the villa contains many of Tang Min's works, Zeng Yunchen has never seen Tang Min create a work in person.

Seeing Tang Min now, she is completely different from her usual carefree self. Her naturally elegant and tranquil temperament is on full display at this moment.

Zeng Yunchen suddenly had a different feeling. There were still many things about Minmin that he didn't know. The Minmin he knew was probably only a small part of what she showed to the outside world.

Tang Min was focused on struggling with the calligraphy model. It has to be said that the original owner's body memory was amazing. She could now completely imitate the characters in the model. At this rate, she should be able to escape this calamity in two weeks.

Having sat for too long, Tang Min rotated her shoulders, moved her head to the left and right, and stretched her body.

Suddenly, she felt as if her arm had touched something.

Looking at the dim lights outside and the calm lake, Tang Min had a bad feeling.

Although she was a staunch materialist, she was still afraid when she needed to be. Everyone in the villa was resting now; who would be in a room?

Tang Min became increasingly frightened, and dared not look back, for fear of seeing something she would never forget.

Suppressing her fear, she grabbed the paperweight from the table and threw it behind her.

"Ah, hiss!"

It was a man's voice, the same familiar man's voice.

Tang Min slowly turned her head and saw Zeng Yunchen clutching his shoulder, grimacing and shouting.

"Minmin, are you trying to murder your husband? It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Tang Min glared angrily at Zeng Yunchen, "I murdered my husband? Why don't you just say you walk silently?"

"I took a picture of you, but you ignored me," Zeng Yunchen said, pouting and looking aggrieved.

"Why don't you speak louder?"

Regardless of the circumstances, she was the one who hit Zeng Yunchen, and now that Zeng Yunchen is injured, she can't just ignore it.

So, despite her verbal protests, Tang Min walked over to Zeng Yunchen and helped him sit down at the desk.

Today, He Ma made preparations in a hurry. Although the study has taken shape, it is not fully equipped. There are no extra chairs in the room, so Zeng Yunchen can only sit in his own seat for now.

Seeing Tang Min come to help him, Zeng Yunchen was secretly delighted. He had always thought that Minmin had a sharp tongue but a soft heart; this trick always worked.

"Does it hurt?"

"Ugh, it hurts."

"Shall I have Dr. Li take a look?"

"No need, it's so late, and there's no bleeding, so it should be fine."

"OK then"

Since Zeng Yunchen said there was nothing wrong, Tang Min simply stopped insisting. After all, it was his own body, and he was a grown man; he should know whether or not to call a doctor.

"Really no need?"

"No, no need."

Tang Min was still a little worried, so she asked Zeng Yunchen again. Seeing that Zeng Yunchen still insisted, she was completely relieved and went to her desk to put away the paper she had already written on.

Watching Tang Min's hand slip off his arm, Zeng Yunchen felt a pang of reluctance; it seemed as if the warmth of Tang Min's hand still lingered on his arm.

However, after a short while, he was drawn to the words on the table. He picked up one of them and looked at it carefully.

His brows furrowed one moment and relaxed completely the next; he smiled one moment and had a cold expression the next, making Tang Min's heart race.

She thought she had made good progress in her practice today, so why did Zeng Yunchen's expression look a little off? Could it be that she hadn't practiced properly?

"How long has Minmin practiced?" Zeng Yunchen asked, handing one of the sheets to Tang Min.

"Just this afternoon?" Tang Min looked at Zeng Yunchen, puzzled.

"To recover to this extent in just one afternoon, no wonder she is Master Lu's last disciple and he dotes on her so much," Zeng Yunchen muttered to himself.

"Well, what did you say?"

"I said, Minmin is practicing really well."

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I thought I could get some practical advice from Zeng Yunchen, but it seems there's no hope now. I'd rather rely on myself than him.

"Really, Minmin really practices very well," Zeng Yunchen emphasized again solemnly when Tang Min didn't believe him.

Tang Min looked at him with some skepticism, then unfolded the rolled-up practice sheet again and looked it over. "Is it really that good?"

"Yeah, really"

"How does it compare to before?"

"There's still a way to go, but it's understandable that I'm a bit rusty since I haven't practiced for a long time. As long as I practice diligently, I'll definitely be able to get back to my original form."

Zeng Yunchen's words seemed to give Tang Min confidence. Her efforts all afternoon had really paid off, and her method was indeed effective.

With this affirmation, Tang Min happily read through the practice posts again and again, her face beaming with joy. She felt even more confident about her future practice. Just wait, in two weeks, she would definitely show them a different Tang Min.

Although the lack of brain memory was a headache for her, the original owner's physical memory was really strong. This afternoon, she got more and more into the writing, just like a calligrapher.

Tang Min curled her lips and gently shook her head. She had also taken advantage of the original owner's body to indulge in her passion for calligraphy.

Zeng Yunchen rested his chin on his hand, looking up at Tang Min with tenderness. In his mind's eye, Minmin was also gradually emerging, returning to her former self. Although he didn't know how long the process would take, he believed that day would eventually come; it was just a matter of time.

In no time, Tang Min had tidied up the things on the table, except for the inkstone which had not yet been washed.

Zeng Yunchen was very perceptive; without waiting for Tang Min to give any instructions, he took the inkstone and went to clean it himself.

Tang Min didn't mind and let Zeng Yunchen do things for her. After all, she figured she might as well use free labor.

And so, in the courtyard, inside the small room, two figures, one tall and one short, went about their business in perfect harmony. The wind rustled outside the window, and everything was so peaceful and cozy.