Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Tang Wenwan's return once again successfully attracted the attention of people from all rooms.

She stood helplessly beside Zhu Xin, her lips tightly pursed. The entanglement from her past life that could not be shaken off made it impossible for her to say anything to comfort her.

Then one sees two girls in black in front of the coffin, one like an inky bamboo and the other like a withered lotus, adding a different kind of tranquility to the dusky atmosphere of the mourning hall.

"Mr. Jiang, you..."

It was not until Jiang Kaichen stepped in that people were successfully helped to withdraw from the painting in front of them, and all the quiet and speculative gazes were replaced by horror.

The old man of the Tang family was also helped out from the back hall by people with discerning eyes, for fear that the mourning hall was demolished because Grandpa Zhu had spent 500 million to become a "victim" who was taken advantage of.

"you····"

What was even more unexpected to everyone was that when Old Master Tang met Jiang Kaichen, he actually looked like he had seen a ghost. His eyes widened, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers, almost choking on his breath.

The people around him were in a panic, and they quickly helped the old man sit down on the armchair in front of the coffin. Old Master Zhu closed his eyes and rubbed his chest for a long time before he recovered his breath.

She opened her eyes and turned around to see Jiang Kaichen sitting next to her calmly, looking at her with a faint smile. She closed her eyes tightly again, took several deep breaths, and slowly calmed down.

"Why are you here today?"

Amid everyone's puzzled and thoughtful looks, the old man finally found his voice and asked the visitor a question.

"Just come and see... give him a ride."

Jiang Kaichen glanced at the photo on the mourning hall, changed into a comfortable posture, stretched his legs and leaned against the back of the chair, and replied coldly.

Old Master Zhu nodded weakly and looked at him with cloudy eyes for a long time before speaking again in a deflated tone, "I'm old... The Zhu family will soon fall apart."

"Grandpa..."

No one expected that the old man would say such depressing words in front of an outsider. The mourning hall instantly became agitated like a boiling pot.

“Dad! Isn’t it just a matter of 500 million? Is it that serious…” The third master of the Zhu family was the first to jump out and disagree with his neck stiff. Their third branch was just lining up to take over, so how could they tolerate such words that would break up the family?

"Yes, Dad, isn't it just the eldest brother's branch that has been broken up? How can the whole family be broken up?" The weak voice of the Third Young Lady was also heard at the side, and while speaking, she was about to hand a cup of calming tea to the old man.

With a "pa ta...", the old man dropped the tea on the ground without even taking it.

"When the eldest son gets into trouble, the whole family breaks up. When the second son gets into trouble, the second son's family breaks up. If one family after another breaks up, will the Zhu family still exist?" Old Master Zhu suddenly choked up. The patriarch, who always kept his word, actually cried like a child in the mourning hall.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

The eldest brother jumped off the building. From the time he saw the body with his own eyes to the time when the mourning hall has been set up, the old man didn't even frown. Outsiders say that Old Master Zhu is so cold-blooded that he doesn't recognize his relatives, so how can he be so sad?

Zhu Xin, who had been standing there in a daze, seemed to be awakened by his grandfather's crying.

Then she heard a cry of "Wow..." and she rushed to the hall crying and hugged Old Master Zhu's legs.

“Grandpa...please don’t leave me...Grandpa...please leave me..."

The old man was obviously captivated by this hug, but he quickly retracted his legs as if avoiding the plague god, turned around in panic to look at Jiang Kaichen's reaction, and didn't even glance at Zhu Xin.

As a result, the whole audience fell into a strange awkwardness once again.

"Oh... this is too pitiful. I heard that the child has been without a mother for a long time, and now her father is also gone. Where are they going to send her?" Zhang Lingyue's gentle voice came from outside the door. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a delicate figure coming with the backlight.

Zhu Xinsheng, who was despised by Old Master Zhu, looked pitifully up from the ground. Zhang Lingyue was standing beside her, bending over and smiling at her with narrowed eyes.

Zhu Xin seemed to be in a trance, and let her raise her chin and look at it from left to right as if she was picking out goods.

"Manager Zhang's gallery is doing very well. If Zhu Xin can follow Manager Zhang, it would be a blessing in disguise." The Third Young Lady, who had just had her cup thrown at her, walked out and helped Zhu Xin up from the ground as if nothing had happened.

She gently helped Zhu Xin brush off the dust on her body, and then pushed her towards Zhang Lingyue. "Why don't you thank Manager Zhang? This is the kindness of your second parents."

Zhu Xin glanced at the photo of her father in the mourning hall, and then looked around at the Zhu family, all of whom showed no disdain for her. She kowtowed deeply to Old Master Zhu again.

"Heh..." With a sneer, Jiang Kaichen stood up, completely unconcerned about the bloody scene in front of him, and walked towards the door.

Until Jiang Kaichen stood in front of Tang Wenwan, Tang Wenwan had not yet recovered from this family drama that she could not quite understand.

The first person to feel the oppression was Zhang Xincheng. He was just standing a little closer to Tang Wenwan, but he already felt like he was being cut into pieces by the gaze.

I don't know where he got the courage to face death, but he resisted the fear and reached out to grab Tang Wenwan and walked towards Zhu Xin.

By the time Tang Wenwan reacted, she was already being dragged out the door, and Zhang Xincheng, who was grabbing the air, didn't even have time to protest.

With a "bang", the person was pressed against the car door. When she looked up and saw the bulging veins on Jiang Kaichen's forehead, she began to scream inwardly.

"Oh no! This guy is going to have another attack."

In her past life, not only was no one allowed to approach her within a two-meter radius, but anyone within two meters of her had to be cleared as well. Especially for "male" "pursuers" like Zhang Xincheng, this was strictly prohibited.

"Didn't I tell you not to run around?" Jiang Kaichen went straight to the point, his already sharp eyes blazing with violence.

You see, at this time in her previous life, she had already been frightened to the point of having her legs go limp. Just ask yourself, which eighteen-year-old girl could withstand such pressure?

Tang Wenwan was indeed frightened, but she quickly reacted. With all the battle experience accumulated in her previous life, this man could only intimidate her with white terror.

She lowered her eyes and turned them around. When she raised them up, her eyes were red and she pouted her lips as if she was about to cry out of fear. She successfully made the man panic.

"You..." Jiang Kaichen retracted his gaze and lowered his voice.

With a cry of "Wow...", Tang Wenwan cried even more miserably than Zhu Xin who was in the mourning hall just now.

The hand that was supporting the car door hugged the girl without thinking, and patted her back helplessly, completely forgetting what to say.

The tense emotions of the past two days finally relaxed when he was held in his arms. It seemed that the Zhu family was in such a mess that no sparks could come out. Jiang Kaichen should have successfully avoided this disaster.

Tang Wenwan cried uncontrollably, as if she had finally found an outlet for her nervousness. Soon, Jiang Kaichen's expensive black suit and shirt were covered in mud.

Jiang Kaichen's brain froze until Tang Wenwan, who had finally cried enough, gradually calmed down in his arms.

I reflected over and over again, wondering which of my words had violated the heavenly law and made the other person cry.

She cried so hard and was hugged so warmly. When Tang Wenwan finally remembered to raise her head from Jiang Kaichen's arms, she saw that handsome face was dark and red, with a colorful expression.

Thinking that she was being yelled at and was a little angry, she pushed the man away with a "snort", wiped her tears and nose with the front of his lapel, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Before she turned around, she was grabbed back by someone. This time the man bent down, half-knelt, stared into her eyes, and said nothing. He was back to the obedient and well-behaved person he was when he was a child.

Tang Wenwan blinked her eyes, pursed her lips again, punched him on the shoulder, and yelled, "Why have you become so bad now!" Then she wrapped her arms around Jiang Kaichen's neck and refused to let go.