Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

The next day, due to the previous preparations and the overnight exhibition setup the night before, the exhibition of works from the joint study camp opened to the public on time at 2 pm.

As soon as the exhibition hall opened, many guests, especially collectors who did not qualify to participate in the camp, flocked in. Everyone was curious about the two-day learning results of this sky-high tuition course.

The exhibition layout is simple and generous. In addition to Tang Wenwan's new painting, the Ruin Rose named "Life" by Mr. Zhang is hung on the main exhibition wall at the entrance. Each student's work is carefully placed in his or her own work area.

"Liu Tianxiang? I've never heard of this painter. Is this contemporary art?"

"Door? This work is quite interesting."

When the exhibition first opened, apart from Tang Wenwan's painting, no one expected that Liu Tianxiang's work would be the most viewed.

"I also like Tianxiang's work. How about we take a picture of it tonight?"

Because there was an auction in the evening, the exhibition was opened directly in the afternoon without any opening ceremony.

Tang Wenwan, who is not well known by everyone, had enough free time to mingle with the crowd as an ordinary person, and visited the exhibition with everyone accompanied by Jiang Kaichen.

"Well, if you like it, we'll shoot it."

Jiang Kaichen looked down at her, touching her belly with a look of maternal love, and raised his mouth slightly out of habit. The company of these days gave him too many surprises, making him sink more and more into his love for her.

Tang Wenwan was startled when someone grabbed her hand. She turned sideways and saw Liu Tianxiang standing beside her, holding her hand with a serious face.

"You, you are Teacher Tang?"

Next to the little boy stood a beautiful young woman. Under Jiang Kaichen's disapproving gaze, she tried hard to pry Liu Tianxiang's hand free from Tang Wenwan's, but she couldn't move it. She could only greet him apologetically.

"Ah, you are Tianxiang's mother?"

Tang Wenwan raised her hand and shook her hands clasped with the little boy's fingers to signal her not to mind it, and greeted him happily.

"Have you agreed to let Tianxiang's work participate in the auction tonight?"

She asked happily, pointing to the picture of big hands holding small hands and said excitedly:

"I also like Tianxiang's work. I am discussing with my husband about participating in the auction tonight."

"deliver!"

When Liu Tianxiang heard her say she liked it, he stepped forward and reached out to take down the painting on the wall and gave it to Tang Wenwan.

"Hey~~"

Amid the shock of the staff and the crowd, Tang Wenwan grabbed his hand.

"Look, so many people like your paintings. Let's enjoy them together first."

She shook the little boy's hands and smiled helplessly.

"Teacher~"

Another beautiful woman was frightened and looked at Tang Wenwan helplessly again.

"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble these two days."

She still doesn't know Jiang Kaichen's identity or his relationship with her husband. It was a miracle for her that Liu Tianxiang was able to pass the selection.

"Your Tianxiang is a great artist, you must train him well!"

Tang Wenwan saw the sadness in the beautiful woman's eyes, shook Liu Tianxiang's hand and smiled at her.

"Let Tianxiang bid on these two works. Then you will see how popular he is!"

She lobbied again, her eyes full of admiration for Liu Tianxiang.

"Mom, listen to the teacher!"

Mrs. Mei was still hesitating. She was afraid to push her son to the front because she had been criticized in gossip for many years.

Liu Tianxiang tugged at the corner of her clothes, and she actually saw trust in her son's eyes that she had never shown to outsiders.

"Well, listen to the teacher!"

She touched her son's head and looked at Tang Wenwan with gratitude, not even realizing that her eyes were red.

"Hello, Mr. Lee Myung-bak. I am a reporter from the magazine "Collection". As the only professional painter in this exhibition, can I do an exclusive interview with you?"

Lee Myung-bak never imagined that the first interview in his life would be conducted on a cruise ship.

"Ah, of course, I didn't expect there would be people from the media on this cruise ship!"

He excitedly straightened his clothes and looked at the person who came with a little excitement. It was unclear whether he was talking to the reporter or to his wife Wang Likun who had been standing next to him.

"The last issue of 'Collection' that interviewed Zeng Fanzhi?"

Wang Likun is a serious person, and she confirmed it without quite believing it.

"It seems that you are quite interested in our magazine. Our last interview was with Mr. Zeng. His paintings recently set a new auction record at Christie's, so we specially invited him to be our cover character."

The young reporter pushed up his glasses and smiled happily:

"I'm the resident reporter for this cruise ship. Everyone knows that the Victoria Dream often has unique items that can't be seen outside and private internal auctions, so our editor-in-chief sent me to keep an eye on the exclusive news. Look, I really got it this time!"

Only then did Wang Likun nod to Lee Myung-bak with relief and quietly stepped aside.

"Mr. Lee Myung-bak, can you first talk about how you, as a professional painter, feel about your study in this sky-high-priced training camp, and what you have gained?"

The young reporter took out a recorder and quickly got into character.

“Feelings? My feelings overturned my understanding of painting forms on the first day, and my understanding of my own feelings on the second day. What did I gain? As you can see, I have now broken the boundary between myself and painting, and started to think about the true meaning of art again.”

As Lee Myung-bak spoke, he recalled the past two days of study and suddenly felt that he had not yet completed his studies.

"Can you talk about the creative process of these two works? Especially the portrait called "Lover", is it based on yourself? So in your heart, the lover is actually yourself?"

Lee Myung-bak turned his head and looked at his wife. In fact, he and Wang Likun discussed this topic for a long time after returning home.

“This is what I gained from the meditation camp. When I was creating the work titled ‘lover’, I was actually thinking of my wife, so I drew a female silhouette based on my wife.

But as I was drawing, my pen began to shape the facial features of the characters to look like me, which surprised me.

During these two days of classes, the teacher mainly taught us to paint according to our hearts. So, for this result, I must admit that I probably love myself more. "

After saying that, he looked at Wang Likun apologetically. His wife, who never gave him a way out, did not argue with him this time. Instead, she looked at her faceless man and fell into deep thought.

"It's really a high-priced camp. The enlightenment it provides to people is truly extraordinary! Can you tell me about your study methods over the past two days and your opinion of your teacher, Miss Tang?

Besides, no one knows what Miss Tang looks like. Is she here? Can you introduce Miss Tang to me first? "

The young reporter held up a camera and winked at Lee Myung-bak, obviously trying to open this back door for him.

"I'm sorry, we can't reveal this information before the teacher makes it public. The teacher should show up at the auction tonight. You can see if you have a chance to get close to her then."

Wang Likun stepped in front of Lee Myung-bak and stopped his hand that was about to point to Tang Wen-wan. Lee Myung-bak then remembered that Mr. Zhang had specifically told him yesterday that he was not allowed to publish the teacher's information without permission.