When I Transmigrated as the Male Lead's Annoying Uncle

I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...

Chapter 116 A stroke of luck amidst misfortune

"Of course this is a good thing!" Sheng Jingchen replied repeatedly. Although he didn't know what had happened, it was still a good thing.

“When my aunt and uncle came back that time, my grandmother and the others asked you when you planned to have a child.” Sheng Jingchen’s older brother was already married and had children, and as an uncle, he also longed to have a nephew.

Shen Bei'an: ...This isn't very fun, is it?

Seeing Shen Bei'an's expression, Fu Mutian knew he hadn't considered this matter. "Oh, Brother Chen, why are you in such a hurry? The two main characters aren't even in a rush yet. Besides, Beibei and the eldest young master are still young, shouldn't they enjoy a few more years of their time together?" She winked at Shen Bei'an.

Shen Beian returned her a beautiful smile.

Sheng Jingchen wasn't oblivious either, and he chuckled, "That's true, what's the rush?"

In the capital, childhood sweethearts who got married are already planning to have children a year after their marriage, but these two aren't in a hurry at all.

The performance was neither too fast nor too slow; soon it was the female lead's piano solo.

The tall woman wore a strapless red fishtail dress that accentuated her perfect curves, making her skin appear even whiter under the lights, and exuding elegance with every gesture.

Shen Beian remembered that there was a passage in the original book that described the female protagonist having a death rose tattooed on her chest, but he couldn't see it, so it must have been covered up with concealer.

The Death Rose, born from death.

With a light touch, her slender fingers danced across the strings, producing a clear and melodious sound.

I involuntarily closed my eyes, and before me seemed to be a vast ocean, with a bright moon rising from the azure sea, casting a mysterious hue over the shimmering surface. Suddenly, a silver light abruptly pierced the calm of the sea, and the surface surged with towering waves, the spray sparkling white under the moonlight, before abruptly returning to silence.

Xie Yunyu stopped speaking, stood up, and bowed. Thunderous applause erupted, reverberating throughout the entire briefing hall!

It was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Shen Bei'an had heard many people play this piece, including many masters, but he had to admit that Xie Yunyu's version amazed him and filled him with admiration!

"As expected of the piano master Flora." Sheng Jingchen clapped his hands and exclaimed, such a performance was truly breathtaking.

Fu Mutian also noticed Xie Yunyu's clothes and said leisurely, "If I'm not mistaken, the fishtail dress she's wearing was designed by Miss.Yu a few months ago. It's a design called Red Rose Beauty. I like it very much, but Miss.Yu said at the time that it wouldn't be sold."

So why did this happen to her?

Shen Beian: Nonsense, Miss.Yu is herself. What's wrong with her wearing clothes she designed herself? It's perfectly normal.

But I can't say.

"Hmm, maybe it's because Miss.Yu also likes Flora's piano playing?" Sheng Jingchen guessed.

That's hard to say, but since we're all artists anyway, it's normal for us to appreciate each other.

Fu Mutian sighed, her eyes filled with envy, "No, I have to go to Jinxiu Pavilion to order two sets of clothes in a few days." Suddenly remembering something, she grabbed Sheng Jingchen's hand, "My dear brother Chen, what about the exquisite embroidery we promised each other!"

I agreed to her request after I got her messy from drinking that time.

Sheng Jingchen smiled in return, "I'll bring it to you in a couple of days, but I just had my brother-in-law embroider it casually, so I don't know what he embroidered." He had already forgotten about it; if his sister hadn't called him the day before yesterday, he would have forgotten long ago…

A stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Fu Mutian was very happy, her eyes sparkling. "Even a casual embroidery looks beautiful!"

Being able to get something embroidered by Xiu Jue is already very lucky!