Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

The muscles of the body in his arms were tense, and although he didn't say anything, the air around him had already frozen.

"Mr. Jiang~"

What Wang Feng saw when he ran over was that Tang Wenwan was holding the man in her arms and was winking at him desperately.

The car braked and stopped, and he was so scared that he forgot what he was going to say.

"Don't get mad. Listen to me first. Be obedient, or I will be angry."

Tang Wenwan was seen patting the person in her arms a little nervously, trying to calm him down with both coaxing and threatening methods, while signaling with her eyes that she should not speak for the time being.

Wang Feng took another step back with a strong desire to survive. This time, his eyes were fixed on Tang Wenwan's face, as if he was completely waiting for her instructions.

"Wan Wan~"

Jiang Kaichen roared and felt his blood rushing back. On the stage was his own impotence as a teenager, as well as Tang Wenwan's unknown talent.

These secrets are his last weakness. He does not want to make them public, and he does not want anyone to see or even possess them.

"I know, I'll handle it, you let me handle it!"

Tang Wenwan was so nervous that her breathing became a little rapid. She could feel Jiang Kaichen's protest, but she also selfishly wanted to take this opportunity to understand the value of her work.

She forced his body to turn its back to the auction table, sat on his thighs, and pulled his big hand over to press it on her lower abdomen, which was even a little cramped.

"Don't get excited, I'm a little scared~"

He took out his trump card and finally felt the man slowly adjusting his breathing again.

"One hundred and fifty million. This gentleman has raised the price to one hundred and fifty million~"

There have been several rounds of bidding at the auction table. A manuscript has been bid up to hundreds of millions, and collectors' enthusiasm for bidding has not diminished in the slightest.

"Wang Feng!"

The person next to him, who had been frightened to the point of having his legs go limp by the coldness surrounding Jiang Kaichen, was instantly brought back to his senses by Tang Wenwan's low call.

"Go and have the auction team tell everyone that the auction is suspended due to special reasons. The auction team will be here three days later to give everyone an explanation about this matter. Also, help me ask Mr. Zhang to meet in our room and tell him that I want to talk to him."

Under the inexplicable high pressure, Wang Feng was sweating all over, his face flushed red, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Kaichen at all. His survival instinct made him feel that he had to listen to Tang Wenwan.

"Yes!"

He nodded respectfully and quickly ran towards the auction table.

"I want to go home, shall we go back first?"

It was not until she saw Wang Feng was already negotiating with the auction team that Tang Wenwan softened and spoke to Jiang Kaichen, who had been silent the whole time.

The entire venue was once again plunged into noisy chaos due to the temporary suspension of the auction, but Jiang Kaichen seemed to have entered a completely vacuum space, where he could hear nothing and see nothing.

"Let's go, I want to go back!"

It was not until he was pulled up that he came back to his senses and noticed Tang Wenwan's coquettish behavior.

The eagle-eyed man looked towards the stage fiercely. The painting was taken back by Mr. Zhang and no longer displayed. The auction was also stopped.

He frowned and before he could even be surprised at his sudden loss of memory, he was being led out of the stadium.

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"Ding-dong~ding-dong~"

Not long after I returned to the room, the doorbell rang.

Jiang Kaichen glanced at Tang Wenwan, who was busy preparing tea and snacks in a good mood, and got up to open the door.

"Mr. Jiang~"

Wang Feng stood trembling outside the door, with old Mr. Zhang Yunlin, who had a complicated expression on his face, standing behind him.

Although Tang Wenwan's final words to Wang Feng vaguely appeared in his mind, after what happened that night, Jiang Kaichen didn't look in a good mood. With a cold face, he raised his eyebrows and let the person in.

"Grandpa Zhang~"

Before I even walked into the living room, I saw Tang Wenwan wringing her hands, standing respectfully in the middle of the living room like a child who had made a mistake, and greeting the visitors very awkwardly.

"You still recognize me as your grandpa? I thought you didn't want to see me at all!"

Mr. Zhang paused when he was called, looked at her for a long time with red eyes, and then replied in a choked voice with resentment.

"Grandpa~ I was ignorant and made you angry back then. Now I have started painting again. Please don't be angry with me and my grandpa, okay~"

Fortunately, Tang Wenwan had a dual soul. The maturity from her previous life allowed her to immediately walk towards the old man. She took his arm, humbly admitted her mistake, and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"Humph!"

The corners of the old man's mouth straightened all of a sudden, and he was obviously relieved that the black hole in his heart that had been there for many years was quickly filled, although he still spoke stubbornly and put on airs.

"Crack~"

The painting that was just auctioned on the stage was placed on the coffee table by the old man.

"It's good that you still remember to draw. I want to see if you still have the spirit you had when you were a child."

"Grandpa, I have made great progress now. I will show you my best in the studio these few days. You will see that Wanwan has grown up and become even better!"

Tang Wenwan handed a cup of tea to the old gentleman. After talking to him, she felt much better.

"You two should sit down too. I feel tired standing there with my head raised. Let's chat with Grandpa together."

After comforting Mr. Zhang, Tang Wenwan remembered that there were two other people in the room. She looked up and gave instructions to the men who had been standing by with solemn faces.

Jiang Kaichen had been watching the interaction between Tang Wenwan and Mr. Zhang. When he was greeted, he obediently sat down on the sofa opposite. He just had a wooden face and didn't say a word, but his eyes began to stare at the painting that Mr. Zhang placed on the coffee table.

Wang Feng, who had been worried about his boss getting angry the whole night, stood there with his head down, not daring to move. He now felt that his boss was more terrifying when he didn't speak than when he spoke.

"Wang Feng, sit down and tell me, where did this painting come from? I have never taken these paintings out, how did they get it?"

Tang Wenwan directly handed the cup of tea to him, forcing him to bend down to receive the tea, and then carefully sat down with half of his buttocks.

"Arun Navadia has been taken into our custody. He confessed that the painting was sent by Surya. We are currently searching for Surya on the entire ship."

Fortunately, during the time when Tang Wenwan disappeared, Wang Feng followed Jiang Kaichen to her home several times. He had some understanding of the origin of this painting and the boss's weak spot, so he could grasp the key points when doing things tonight.

"Surya?"

Tang Wenwan and Jiang Kaichen asked the question at the same time. They both frowned and began to recall what their connection with this person was.

"Angry Grandpa, do you agree to let them auction this painting today?"

While he was lost in thought, Zhang Yunlin's voice came through with a hint of uneasiness.

“This kid asked me to come to these cruise ships to design a studio for you, and I knew you still wanted to paint, but after so long, I haven’t seen you or any of your paintings, and I still feel uneasy.

Tonight I saw someone from a distance who looked like you, but I didn't quite recognize you. Then someone took out this painting, and I took the opportunity to provoke you."

The old man explained a little embarrassedly, and secretly looked at Jiang Kaichen's expression.