Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

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Upon looking at the food in Ling Sheng’s lunchbox, Jun Shiyan actually felt a craving.
It had been many years since his appetite had been stimulated.
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, but the aroma of the food lingered at the tip of his nose, making him really want to try her food.

Ling Sheng saw the man swallow his saliva as his mouth suddenly felt dry.
He had a slender, beautiful neck.
His Adam’s Apple, in particular, was unbelievably sexy.
“Third Master, would you like some? I made them myself.”

Ever since the first time she had met Jun Shiyan, she had made a decision.
She had decided to get close to him to ambush him.
After all, he was impotent and he only had two years to live.

Ling Sheng thought that if she could make him happy, she might stand a chance of sharing part of his fortune.
A portion of the fortune of the world’s richest man, even if it was as tiny as her fingernail, would be enough for her to survive in the entertainment industry for several years.

Most importantly, he was the third uncle of the male lead, Gu Shen.
If she made her move on the kingpin in front of her, she would like to see if that b*stard Gu Shen would still dare be snobbish with her!

Just the thought of this made her feel good.

“Yes.” Jun Shiyan opened his eyes and replied lazily.

Ling Sheng smiled in a way that made her seem eager to please and passed the lunchbox to him.
She then shamelessly boasted.
“I like to cook in my free time.
Really, I must say that my culinary skills are pretty good.
Everyone who has tasted my cooking has said so.”

Jun Shiyan hated it when people started to spout rubbish in front of him and would get very vexed.
However, this time, as he listened to her chatter, he actually quite enjoyed it.

While he was sitting in the driver’s seat, An Yan’s eyes almost fell out of his head.

“What is Third Master doing?” thought An Yan to himself.

“Has he gone mad?

“Third Master usually hates it when people say things that are useless and nonsensical, yet now…”

The young girl was just like a little sparrow.
Her little mouth chattered on and on non-stop.