Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“I’m fine.” Lu Xianzhi was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions if he stayed any longer. “Take good care of her and protect her.”

“I’ll take good care of my wife, Mr. Lu.” Jun Shiyan nodded slightly, his smile polite and distant.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you.” Lu Xianzhi looked at him. “May I know your surname, sir?”

“My surname is Jun.” The moment Jun Shiyan finished speaking, he heard the young lady calling him from inside. He smiled apologetically at him. “The madam is looking for me. I won’t be seeing you off.”

Lu Xianzhi looked at the closed door and touched his heart in a daze. Then, he scanned his surroundings with vigilance and disgust, his eyes darkening dangerously.

No one had followed her today.

He knew that people sent by the old woman had been watching him and Sheng Sheng since the day he had come.

But why had she disappeared today? Was it because of the Third Master?

“Silly girl.” Jun Shiyan smiled lovingly and passed the pajamas to her.

The young lady’s arm, which had reached out from the washroom, was fair and delicate, and there was crystal-clear water vapor on it. It made his blood feel hot and his eyes turn darker.

“Thank you, Third Master,” Ling Sheng replied with a crisp voice. Unbeknownst to her, men found that trivial action fatally attractive. She then asked, “Who was that?”

Jun Shiyan let out a low cough and said calmly, “Room service. I asked the receptionist for a set of toiletries.”

“Why would you do that? You can just use mine,” Ling Sheng muttered curiously.

Jun Shiyan let out a low laugh. His sexy voice was especially seductive. “Okay.”

Jun Shiyan had said that he would be inspecting the area and discussing business. He needed to stay for some time. He suffered from insomnia, so he had not booked a room alone. He would be staying in Ling Sheng’s room.

Ling Sheng would go out early and come back late every day during the filming process. She was as tired as a dog. Every time she came back, she would basically fall asleep after taking a shower and eating. She did not find being alone strange.

Sometimes, Jun Shiyan slept on the bed in a very well-behaved manner. He would pay her, but more often than not, he would sleep on the sofa.

Ling Sheng had always thought he was impotent and had slept with him many times. For some reason, she had a sense of trust and sympathy for him.

When she returned after filming at night, it was already 2:30 in the morning. Before she could change out of her shoes after opening the door, she shouted excitedly, “Third Master, I brought back some crayfish from downstairs!”

No one spoke.

Only Ling Shneg felt excited in that quiet space.

Her smile froze instantly before she looked in the direction of the sofa and muttered in disappointment, “He’s back in the capital.” Only

How could she have forgotten?

He had left before daybreak.

In the past, she had enjoyed living alone, but an unprecedented sense of loneliness welled up in her heart now, making her chest feel stuffy.

Her favorite crayfish was placed on the table, but she did not even have the energy to eat it.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa and peeled the crayfish, swallowing it as though she was chewing wax. When she looked at the empty spot beside her, her heart felt empty.

When the Third Master was around, he would wait for her every day no matter how late she returned. Sometimes, he would watch movies or work. The house was always bright, and one could see his figure when one opened the door.

When the Third Master was around, she could eat piping-hot supper every day when she came back. Her meals always included her favorite food, and there was nothing different about them each day.