Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Wang Feng opened the door at Tang Wenwan's signal.

"Grandpa~"

After all, he is an elder like the old people in the family. Under such high pressure, when Tang Wenwan saw Zhang Yunlin coming in, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red again.

"Wanwan, my Wanwan~"

When Zhang Yunlin heard the little girl call him like that, he stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, patting her back over and over again with trembling hands. He felt so upset that he couldn't utter a word.

"Ms. Zhang?"

Wang Feng was so moved by the tragedy of the old and the child that he looked like he was about to cry. Facing Zhang Xiufang who was still standing at the door, he could only try his best to hold back his tears.

"Ah~ yes~ Grandma Zhang is here too."

Hearing Wang Feng's greeting, Zhang Yunlin realized that there was someone else coming with him. He patted Tang Wenwan on the back, turned around and waved to the door to let the person in.

"Your grandmother Zhang came to me and said that she might be able to help with Mr. Jiang's matter, so I quickly brought her here."

The old man was greeting people while explaining to Tang Wenwan.

"Wanwan, you're frightened!"

As soon as Zhang Xiufang entered the room, she took Tang Wenwan's hand and comforted her. The sorrow on her face was immediately transformed into tears in her eyes due to the depressing atmosphere in the room.

"Grandma~"

The tears that Tang Wenwan had just held back flowed out again, and under the urging of the two old men, all her sadness was finally released.

"Wanwan, I heard that Mr. Jiang was kidnapped and taken to see General Khun Salin?!"

After the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren finally calmed down a little, Zhang Xiufang sat on the sofa in the living room, holding Tang Wenwan's hand and asked in a low voice.

"Is it General Khun Salin, the warlord in northern Myanmar?"

She looked at Wang Feng uncertainly and asked again.

"Yes, that warlord leader!"

Wang Feng answered seriously and looked at the old lady with a puzzled look. It was hard to understand how this old lady who married to Italy knew such a person.

After getting confirmation, Zhang Xiufang nodded, was silent for a while, and when she raised her head again, her eyes became sharper, as if she had become a different person.

"All his weapons were provided by my godson."

Taking a deep breath, the old lady told a shocking secret.

"My godson Victor is an arms dealer. General Kunsarin purchased all his weapons from him."

Amid the shock of the other three, the old lady explained the relationship again.

"Victor? You mean the Russian oligarch Victor?"

Wang Feng exchanged an incredulous look with Tang Wenwan and asked.

"Yes, he is probably the only one in Russia who can be called an oligarch and is also called Victor."

The old lady smiled bitterly and replied.

"His family is an early Russian immigrant, and his father was an old friend of Sir Montefiore, so when he was born, we became his godparents."

Amid everyone's surprised eyes, Zhang Xiufang looked at the sea outside the window and slowly began to narrate as if she was lost in her memories.

“For many years, our two families have had a deep relationship, mainly because Victor’s family’s assets have been placed in our foundation in a trusteeship manner and entrusted to us for management.

It was not until Sir Montefiore became seriously ill that Victor visited him many times. I accidentally overheard their private conversation one time and learned that all his money was black money earned from the arms business.

At that time, we were preparing to launch a charity art education project for Southeast Asian children, but it was delayed due to the lingering war in their country.

Because of this, I learned that the main buyer of Victor’s arms at the time was General Khun Salin, a major warlord in northern Myanmar.

For this reason, I had serious conflicts of opinion with the sick Sir Montefiore many times. I suggested to persuade Victor to stop this business to reduce war and death. But Sir Montefiore felt that we should not interfere in Victor's private affairs. "

At this point, Zhang Xiufang suddenly stopped, her face filled with unspeakable sadness.

The room was so quiet that one could hear breathing. No one dared to speak until Tang Wenwan shook the old lady's hand. She sighed and continued:

"I have a stubborn temper. I was impulsive and took advantage of Sir Montefiore's serious illness to shut down the foundation out of spite. The Victor family's money was no longer safely managed, and the business was greatly affected.

When Sir Montefiore found out, his condition worsened, and we never reconciled our differences until he died. I don’t think he will ever forgive me.”

Tang Wenwan and Wang Feng had no idea how many times they had exchanged glances. They both held their breath at the same time, trying frantically to control the secret that was already on the tip of their tongues.

"During these two days of classes, Teacher Tang taught me to reconcile with the past and helped me to come out of my stubbornness. Although I am still against war, I also realized that some things take time to influence and change."

As the old lady spoke, she once again held Tang Wenwan's hand and looked at her with burning eyes.

"I can contact Victor right away and tell him that I am willing to restart the foundation and continue to help him with asset management, but the condition is that he rescues Mr. Jiang first!"

This proposal was like a bolt of thunder that blew up the two people who were already restless.

"Great!"

"late!"

The voices of Zhang Yunlin and Wang Feng were intertwined in the room at the same time, and the air was so tense that it felt like sparks were about to fly.

"What's late?!"

Zhang Xiufang still asked in confusion, her confident expression still frozen on her face.

"Victor's assets were later handed over to our Zhengda Art Fund for management, but they were all lost due to internal espionage within Zhengda. He got angry and blew up our headquarters building. Now the whole world is hunting down our CEO Jiang!"

Wang Feng slumped down on the sofa. Although that was the previous problem, when the two problems were superimposed on each other, he felt dizzy.

"What? Victor's assets were taken away by thieves?!"

Old Mrs. Zhang was so shocked that her body shook. She covered her mouth and felt that she was even more guilty.

"Wait, wait, let me sort this out!"

After a dizzy spell, Tang Wenwan pinched her thighs tightly to force herself to calm down.

"Black eating black? Who is the most evil person in Zhengda?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yunlin's puzzled voice cut through the darkness of the crowd like an outsider.

“Who’s the darkest?”

Tang Wenwan looked at Wang Feng thoughtfully.

"The darkest? Then no one can be darker than our young President Jiang~"

Under the thoughtful gazes of the crowd, Wang Feng quickly sorted out the facial expressions in his head, and finally he couldn't help but mutter his thoughts.

Tang Wenwan's eyes lit up and she suddenly stood up.

"Contact Guan Ben Liang Xiong, Victor's money must be with him!"