Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Tang Wenwan started painting again recently because she had nothing to do after graduation, because her brother wouldn't let her go out, and more importantly, because her muse was back!

So, various thin lips were added to the walls of her studio, some pursed, some stern, some with a hint of smile...all of them were what the boy would look like when he grew up.

"Hmm..." The cell phone on the shelf next to her vibrated for the third time. Tang Wenwan, with her hands covered in oil paint, looked at the name on the screen and bit her lip.

"Hello..." I swiped to answer the call and clicked on speakerphone. The voice answering the phone clearly revealed the unhappiness of being interrupted.

"Wen Wan?" The call was suddenly connected. Still a little unconvinced, Zhang Xincheng carefully confirmed again.

"Hmm?" Tang Wenwan looked at the new work on the wall, obviously a little distracted.

"Wen Wan, Zhu Xin is leaving." Zhang Xincheng could tell from the absent-mindedness on the other end that he was speaking, so he spoke again, trying to draw attention.

"Oh." Tang Wenwan, who carried the mark of her previous life, has been immersed in the excitement of being reunited with Jiang Kaichen recently. Zhu Xin and Zhang Xincheng, the two supporting characters for whom Jiang Kaichen helped her avenge in the previous life, are almost having their memories erased.

"My sister is sending Zhu Xin to study in Japan. We probably won't see each other for a few years, so my sister organized a farewell party for her. I thought we should see her off together." Zhang Xincheng was a little surprised to hear Tang Wenwan's indifference. He quickly got back to the point.

"Go to university in Japan?" Tang Wenwan's heart was moved, and she thought, "Is there such a good thing? It seems that after the incident, she has to become a new person?"

"My brother won't let me go out," Tang Wenwan replied after coming back to her senses. Her brother's warning in the living room that day was still ringing in her ears. She really had to be good and most importantly not cause any trouble for them.

"Is that so?" A deep sense of loss came from the other end of the phone.

"Actually... this farewell party is also a party for my sister to introduce Zhu Xin to new people. I heard that Jiang Kaichen will also come. Moreover, my sister helped him find the original painting at the last auction. It should be sold directly to him that night."

Seeing no response, Zhang Xincheng started to increase the stakes again, and this time he finally made things clear.

"Jiang Kaichen?" Tang Wenwan finally became interested when she heard the name. She put down the paintbrush in her hand, wiped her hands on her pants, and picked up the phone.

"Has the original painting been found?" she asked again on the phone, thinking, my security alarm should be lifted then.

"Well, it's in my sister's hands now. Mr. Jiang insisted on having it, so my sister wanted to bring several things together, and everyone could have a ceremony to liven it up." Zhang Xincheng heard that Tang Wenwan's interest was finally aroused, and explained patiently.

"Come on, Zhu Xin is one of our friends. As you know, she's been in a low mood recently because of something happening in her family." Seeing that Tang Wenwan's attitude was obviously softening, Zhang Xincheng once again extended an invitation, although he didn't know why it would be better not to play the emotional card.

"The painting appears again, and Zhu Xin is leaving. It seems that the plot will either be reversed or have new developments..." Tang Wenwan was sorting out the clues on the other end of the phone, staring at the new work on the wall, and smiled fearlessly.

"Okay then, let's send her off." As if she had made some decision, Tang Wenwan's attitude changed 180 degrees and she happily accepted the invitation.

"Really?" Zhang Xincheng was a little taken aback by the promise. "That's confirmed, see you there." He hurriedly confirmed again and again.

As the largest gallery owner, Zhang Lingyue also has his own art gallery in South City.

Her art gallery is located deep in the lakeside park. Apart from occasionally holding special exhibitions open to the public, most of the time, she uses solo exhibitions to promote her gallery's contracted painters within the circle.

"Wenwan, you're really here!" Before she reached the gate, Tang Wenwan was greeted by Zhang Xincheng who had been waiting at the door.

Tang Wenwan was wearing a loose white dress that reached her ankles today, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a silk scarf. She stopped unconsciously when she saw the person coming, and for a moment she regretted her action of eating melons today.

"Where's Zhu Xin?" She tugged at the hem of her skirt that was fluttering in the evening breeze, and tried hard to force a smile, while her peripheral vision searched around for Jiang Kaichen's figure.

"I'll take you in to find her. She's asked you several times." Zhang Xincheng enthusiastically led her into the museum, with a good mood and joy of success jumping on his brows.

When she followed Zhang Xincheng through the lobby of the art museum and turned a few corners to a place that looked like a workshop but wasn't a workshop, or a warehouse but wasn't a warehouse, Tang Wenwan just remembered to play the drums.

"What is this place?" Her expression changed slightly and she stopped and looked at Zhang Xincheng.

"My sister said that she wanted to introduce Zhu Xin to everyone today, so she specially invited a stylist to help her with makeup." Zhang Xincheng's eyes moved, he stopped and explained seriously.

"As you know, the scene of this art gallery is relatively simple, and there is no dedicated dressing room. We can only set up a temporary place in the backstage." He raised his hand and pointed deep into the aisle, as if Zhu Xin was right in front of the darkness.

"But..." The sixth sense was very sensitive and sent out a danger signal. When Tang Wenwan was about to ask to leave, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the distance.

"Oh no, someone might be trying to take that painting again." Zhang Xincheng pulled Tang Wenwan into a nearby storage room. Through the crack in the door, they saw several men in black who had appeared at the auction night coming towards them.

Tang Wenwan was rolling her eyes, wondering if the plot had to be so repetitive, when she heard Zhang Xincheng say, "I'll go take a look and be back..." and then he locked her in the room with a click.

Tang Wenwan raised her hand and was about to push the door open, but the thick smoke coming in through the crack choked her face. She didn't even have time to call for help, and she fell down limply as if her mouth and nose were covered.

"So, the main purpose of sending me to Tokyo is not to study art management at Waseda?" After an unknown amount of time, Tang Wenwan, who was lying on the ground in a daze, seemed to hear a familiar voice coming from next door.

"You have to learn art management and go to Ginza. They're both in Tokyo. Wouldn't it be nice for you to get a double degree?" This seemed to be Zhang Lingyue's voice.

"Director Zhang is trying to make you the woman who understands men the most in the art world!" came a man's voice with a Japanese accent.

Tang Wenwan, who was completely exhausted, could only concentrate on eavesdropping.

"What double degree? You're just sending me to Japan to learn how to serve men under the guise of letting me study art!" As soon as she leaned against the wall, she heard Zhu Xin's heart-wrenching roar.

"Then I'm also giving you a chance to start over. It's better than your Zhu family completely abandoning you, right?" Zhang Lingyue's hoarse voice had an indescribable temptation in this black space.

"We don't want the Zhu family's identity anymore anyway. If you listen to me tonight, follow Master and take the boat to Japan. If you don't, you will be locked in a cage and taken to Japan. Don't forget that it was you who followed me out of the Zhu family." The hoarse voice was filled with intimidation and impatience.

"Ms. Zhu, the art of controlling men in Ginza is not something you can learn by spending money outside. If it weren't for our long-term friendship with Director Zhang, we might not even be interested in you." The Japanese man didn't seem too happy, and his tone contained undisguised rudeness.

After a burst of sobbing, there was the sound of footsteps coming in and out.

Thinking of the scene of kneeling on the bottom of the sea in her previous life, Tang Wenwan squirmed and sighed, "It's really unexpected, but also reasonable. It seems that you must be too busy to take care of yourself and have no time to tease me later."

"However, I am the one who is unable to take care of myself now." After a moment of sympathy, Tang Wenwan once again realized the severity of her problem. She tried hard to move her cotton-like body, but found that she could no longer make any sound from her throat.

A feeling of despair ran up my spine.