Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"This~this~I~I~"

Under the attention of everyone, Lee Myung-bak was obviously surprised by his own painting.

“I don’t know how it turned out like this.”

As a professional painter, when looking at the portrait in front of him with a strong expressionist style, he could not explain why there was no trace of Wang Likun at all in the non-abstract figure.

"It was him!"

Under Wang Likun's unfriendly expression, the air was slowly solidifying, but Liu Tianxiang's words were like a sharp blade that cut through the brief embarrassment.

"Really? Look at the facial features, they are clearly his own. I was wondering why they looked weird, yet somehow familiar!

Masako Kobayashi stepped forward, looked at it carefully and sighed, then turned to look at Lee Myung-bak with a complicated look.

"Does it look like me? Does this look like me?"

Lee Myung-bak was not flustered by being exposed. He tilted his head and looked at his work, wondering how he could have drawn it like this.

“It’s not like you.”

He turned to Wang Likun for confirmation as if nothing had happened, and he didn't realize at all that his wife's aura was about to turn evil.

Tang Wenwan watched the interaction between the couple, her eyes flickering slightly, but she didn't say much and walked towards Liu Tianxiang and the others.

“Is this my mother’s hand?”

Liu Tianxiang's work today is relatively simple. He just used a charcoal pencil to draw a quick sketch of a big hand holding a small hand on paper. The softness of the big hand and the dependence of the small hand were portrayed vividly in the thick and thin lines, and the whole piece of paper was filled with strong family affection.

"Ok!"

Liu Tianxiang stared at his painting and nodded seriously.

"We Tianxiang are so lucky to be able to feel our mother's love so clearly."

Tang Wenwan touched her slightly bulging belly, then touched his head, and a glow of maternal love involuntarily appeared on her face.

"But sister, look at mine, I don't even seem to know who I'm drawing."

It is also a pair of eyes, brightly colored eyes made from large blocks of acrylic paint.

Tang Wenwan stared at the painting for a long time, and suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Kaichen as if she thought of something.

Jiang Kaichen understood what he meant and slowly walked over. After looking at him for a while, he suddenly asked:

"Do you know Ishino Koji?"

Masako Kobayashi and Tang Wenwan looked at each other at the same time, then stared at Jiang Kaichen with wide eyes.

"Yes, Ishino Koji, why do you look so familiar? There is a name on the tip of my tongue but I just can't remember it!"

Tang Wenwan excitedly hugged Jiang Kaichen's arm and said, looking excitedly at Kobayashi Masako who had a confused face.

"This~this is Ishino? Master Ishino from the Regent's family?"

Kobayashi Masako looked at the painting in disbelief and began to talk to herself:

"Last year, I almost missed the Yokai tram during the Arashiyama Bon Festival, but this guy pulled me on board.

Later, after the car arrived at Bao'aiyuan, the man disappeared and I spent the whole night trying to find him.

He was wearing a monster mask that day, so I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could never forget his eyes.”

"Oh my, is that really him?! Is he really Mr. Ishino? Mr. Ishino rarely appears in public, and we have never seen what he looks like!"

After saying that, the little girl shyly covered her face with her hands. After a second, she couldn't help but secretly glanced at Tang Wenwan through her fingers and asked softly.

However, he did not realize that at this moment, Tang Wenwan was already feeling uneasy as the past was brought up again and she was being looked at with another gaze of pursuit. She felt so guilty that she wished she could escape into the ground.

"Ah~ um~ probably~ maybe~ probably~"

Tang Wenwan replied in panic, and had quietly moved behind Mr. Zhang to protect herself.

"It should be him. If you need him, ask your teacher to introduce you to him. He is also your teacher's "disciple"!"

Jiang Kaichen's voice sounded indifferent, but he pronounced the word "senior disciple" with a bit of gritted teeth.

"Really? Is it really possible? Teacher, can I meet Ishino?"

Masako Kobayashi already looked like a young girl in love. She ignored Jiang Kaichen's sarcasm and pulled Tang Wenwan out from behind Zhang Yunlin and asked excitedly, her mind full of the unforgettable elegant temperament of that devilish boy.

"Ah~ Of course~ Of course you can! I'll arrange it when I get back!"

Although Tang Wenwan's head was shaking so much that it hurt, she still remembered to carefully observe the changing expression on Jiang Kaichen's face while answering, secretly cursing in her heart.

In a blink of an eye, another wall of works was quickly organized by the staff. Everyone stood in front of their own works today, and their feelings were obviously more complicated than yesterday.

“Today our joint training camp course is coming to an end. Tomorrow night we will follow the previous activity schedule and reopen the exhibition and auction of everyone’s works over the past two days.

Firstly, we can share the learning results with those collectors who also want to participate but have not applied for the course. Secondly, in order to make up for the regret at the previous auction, the work I painted yesterday will replace the previous private collection for public auction. "

Tang Wenwan once again led everyone to the wall of works and explained the course progress to everyone.

"Are we going to exhibit all the paintings we have made over the past two days?"

Lee Myung-bak asked with shining eyes. He actually boarded this cruise ship just to get to know more high-level collectors through the auction. He never even thought that his paintings would have the opportunity to be exhibited here.

"Well, if you like, we can also help you auction the works from these two days together."

Zhang Yunlin saw the desire in his eyes at a glance, looked at Tang Wenwan, and said to him.

"Really? Really?"

Lee Myung-bak instantly felt that his camp fee of more than 10 million was totally worth it. He grabbed his wife excitedly and was so moved that he looked like he was about to cry.

After all, Wang Likun was a sensible person. She put away all her emotions, looked at Tang Wenwan and Zhang Yunlin gratefully, and nodded.

"Whether you are willing to participate in this exhibition is up to you. My final assignment is that after you go back, whether you participate in the exhibition or not, you must give a presentation on your works from the past two days. This is also the final summary of this course."

Tang Wenwan looked at everyone who was still unsatisfied and said her final request.

"Mr. Zhang, can you discuss this with Liu Tianxiang's mother? If she doesn't mind, I would recommend that Tianxiang's works be put up for auction as well."

She walked over, squeezed the shoulder of the little boy who had always been a little clingy to her but was taciturn, and said:

"Our Tianxiang is also an artist! Tianxiang, you must remember that you are an artist!"

In fact, the little boy was almost as tall as her. He looked at Tang Wenwan quietly for a while, then suddenly took her hand and held it very tightly.