Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Amid the soothing music, the entire night's bustle finally came to an end. While everyone was still immersed in the gains and losses of the auction items, Jiang Kaichen had already left through the VIP channel with Tang Wenwan.

By the time everyone reacted and wanted to look for Tang Wenwan again, they only saw old Mr. Zhang Yunlin blocking the door of the VIP channel and giving everyone an awkward smile.

"What's that man's name?"

The VIP suite was just above the auction hall, with a private elevator going straight up. Tang Wenwan had already changed into her home clothes and was being watched as she ate stew at the dining table on the balcony.

"Who cares? Just eat all this. I didn't eat much tonight."

Jiang Kaichen's mind was completely on the stew in her hand. She frowned slightly, and the dissatisfaction that she had been suppressing all night finally overflowed.

"Oh~"

"Boom~boom~boom~"

Just as Tang Wenwan understood the situation and was about to get down to work, the knock on the door attracted her attention again.

Jiang Kaichen tapped her forehead to signal her not to stop, and went to open the door with a look of impatience at being disturbed.

"Mr. Jiang, Alan Navadia is dead!"

Wang Feng knew very well that it would be unpleasant to show up at this time, so he hurriedly stated the key points as soon as the door opened.

"Who died?!"

Jiang Kaichen's hand on the door handle just paused, and before he had time to think about whether to let the person in, gossipy voices came from behind.

Tang Wenwan was already walking towards this side with the bowl of stew. Jiang Kaichen sighed and had to open the door. He knew that if he didn't let Wang Feng in at this time, the old lady would probably not be able to eat her midnight snack.

"After the auction, Alan Navadia went back to his room and didn't come out. We, the people who had been guarding him, heard a bang at the door. We knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. When we broke into the room, we found that he had fallen to the ground and was dead."

Jiang Kaichen walked to the dining room in the living room and sat down, motioning Tang Wenwan to sit down and eat properly, then he raised his hand and asked Wang Feng to sit down opposite him.

"Shot?" he asked, frowning.

"Yes, it was a gun with a silencer, so we didn't hear the gunshot. We heard the sound of him falling to the ground. If there wasn't someone guarding it, we wouldn't have discovered it so quickly."

"No one found?"

Jiang Kaichen asked again, but there was no big change on his face, as if he had expected it.

"Yes, we didn't see anyone when we went in. The French door to the balcony was open. I guess he escaped from there. The security team is still searching. I'm here to report to you urgently."

"Where's the painting?"

Jiang Kaichen glanced at Tang Wenwan, who was eating honestly but her eyes were rolling around, and asked again.

"The painting is still in the safe of our auction house. After he completed the transaction, he discussed with us that he could pick it up after getting off the ship."

"The Aung San family just told us that this guy was useful and he died on my boat. Or he died after spending a lot of money to buy my wife's painting. What do you think they want to put on me?"

Jiang Kaichen tapped the table slowly and whispered, his eagle eyes lowered, obviously lost in thought.

"A hat that doesn't recognize any relatives!"

Tang Wenwan, who still had food in her mouth, suddenly made a comment, met Wang Feng's ghostly look, and lowered her head in panic.

"Ha~"

The laughter coming from above my head, accompanied by the whistling of cold wind, was not sure whether it expressed indifference or helplessness towards Tang Wenwan.

"What will happen if I wear this hat?"

Ignoring Tang Wenwan, Jiang Kaichen looked at Wang Feng with a raised eyebrow.

“No one will dare to cooperate with us anymore!”

Wang Feng analyzed it belatedly and felt his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

"Where's that shemale?"

Jiang Kaichen nodded to himself without responding to him, but instead asked another question.

"Still can't find it. It's like it disappeared."

"Did he jump into the sea?"

Gossip Wan continued to comment without missing any opportunities. It was like watching a suspense drama, and even eating felt particularly exciting.

"I'm afraid he won't accept it!"

This time, Jiang Kaichen responded, knocked on the table, and then suddenly frowned and spoke to Wang Feng.

"Tell the Aung San family to ignore the dead man and focus all their attention on that shemale. I don't believe that their dark web can't find a person who walked out of them!"

Wang Feng shuddered at the sight of him, and nodded with a guilty feeling even though he hadn't found the person.

"Tell Mr. Zhang that we will personally deliver the paintings that boy bought to him after we get off the boat. If you want to make friends, then we can go to his house and meet his branch."

The person knocking on the table gave another instruction, and his serious look with a thousand troops in his mind almost fascinated Tang Wenwan.

"Tomorrow is our last day. You stay in your room and don't go anywhere. I might be a little busy and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you."

Jiang Kaichen finally turned his head to Tang Wenwan, who was already like a fangirl next to him, and gave instructions half-commanding and half-pleading. Over the past few days, he deeply realized that this little ancestor was very independent-minded and proactive.

"Okay, okay, I'll be good, you go and do your work!"

Tang Wenwan, who was in a good mood because she had eaten a whole melon, waved her hand and agreed casually. Someone had died on the ship, and even the invisible big boss would get restless sometimes. She could understand!

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The next morning, when she opened her eyes, she didn't see the big sloth that lied on her every day and refused to get up. Tang Wenwan rolled back and forth in bed several times before getting up, which was a rare relief.

The table was still filled with a variety of breakfast items as usual, but it was the first time I sat at the table alone, and I felt not only the waste, but also a little bit lonely.

Holding the milk and picking at the soft-boiled egg in front of her, Tang Wenwan felt empty for the first time. Although she wasn't thinking about what the man was doing, she still felt a little unhappy when she thought about having to stay in the room alone today.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

Just when I was feeling depressed, there was a knock on the door.

"Housekeeping!"

Tang Wenwan looked at the table full of food with a headache, feeling lucky that Jiang Kaichen was not there today.

She walked quickly to the door, hoping that the waiter would quickly clear away the evidence, in case the man came back to supervise her!

She opened the door and turned around to hide in the bedroom. After all, she still felt guilty about wasting most of the food on the table.

He rolled around in bed, worrying about his own fighting ability, until there was no movement outside, then he climbed out of bed again.

Is it lunch time? Seeing the scene of cooking dragon and stewing phoenix on the table again, Tang Wenwan was instantly overwhelmed.

She was walking around the table holding a cup of water, and a paper airplane that didn't match the entire table setting caught her attention.

"What the hell is this?"

Baguawan came forward curiously. It had been many years since she played this childish game, but she still felt a little surprised in her heart.

"Wen Wan, I'll be waiting for you on the studio deck at 1pm!"

When the plane was disassembled, a line of familiar words came into view, bringing Tang Wenwan back to her high school days in an instant.

Tang Wenwan turned the note over and over in her hands several times, feeling a chill in her heart as if she were being scratched by a cat.