Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Sister, why are you crying?"

When Tang Wenwan was gently pushed on the arm by the little girl next to her, she was shocked to realize that she was already in tears.

The body that had been accumulating strength suddenly lost the desire to exert strength and once again collapsed in the little girl's arms.

"Is that brother here to see you too?"

They finally managed to sneak up from the bottom cabin without being seen, but what they saw was Jiang Kaichen being persuaded to leave by Zhang Xincheng.

"Will that brother come and take you away?" The little girl felt that her mission seemed to be threatened. She hugged Tang Wenwan tightly in her arms, pointed at Jiang Kaichen, and asked softly in her ear.

All the grievances of the previous life seemed to come flooding back at once. Tang Wenwan weakly buried her head in the little arms and spoke in a crying voice.

"He never really looked for me."

The girl secretly watched the tense situation on the shore for a while, not quite understanding it, and wiped Tang Wenwan's tears with her sleeve and said, "But, that brother seems to be very sad because he can't find you."

The cold violence caused by various misunderstandings in her previous life kept running through Tang Wenwan's mind like a revolving lantern.

She knew that even if she went out now and told him that all this was fake, the thorn in Jiang Kaichen's heart could not be removed.

Being unconfident about love, he has ten thousand scripts in which he would misinterpret the result as a compromise under the power of the strong, and then punish each other with the imaginary unrequited love.

"Damn you Zhang Xincheng, being turned into a clay sculpture and sunk into the sea is the least you can do." He was pierced by anger, grievance... and finally the despair that was greater than the death of his heart spread throughout his body once again.

"Sister, Master said that only if you go back with me can you truly solve the problem that is bothering you." The little girl touched Tang Wenwan's hair, wanting to comfort her again.

Tang Wenwan looked at the little girl with sadness and confusion. The sea breeze in the dark night blew the hair on her forehead, and her round black eyes were filled with sincerity under the moonlight.

On the shore, Jiang Kaichen was still standing motionless, staring at the ship that Zhang Xincheng said was carrying him, which was slowly setting sail.

After taking another look at the man, Tang Wenwan sighed and said to the girl, "I'll go with you!"

The people standing at the dock, with different expressions, were all attracted by the big ship leaving the port. No one noticed that in the ink-black sky, two thin figures quietly boarded the small boat next to them.

"What did you say? My sister and Zhang Xincheng went to Japan?" This was the third time that Tang Wensong jumped up and questioned Jiang Kaichen in front of him.

If he was not really defeated, he would have probably swung his fist at the face of the icy man in front of him countless times.

“No, the elders are all out, and I lost my sister at home?” Tang Wensong’s hair had visibly stood up, and he was spinning around in place, grabbing his head in anxiety.

You know, the Tang family has always believed that the little princess is their own child, and Young Master Tang was given as a gift for recharging their phone bills. When the elders came back and didn't see Tang Wenwan, they were so anxious that they wanted to peel off his skin.

"Didn't I tell you to catch her? Did you catch her? Or did you catch her and she resisted?" Tang Wensong became more and more anxious as he thought about it, and finally couldn't help but slapped Jiang Kaichen on the shoulder.

He was regretting a lot now. He shouldn't have been lazy tonight. If he had gone to catch the man himself, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Jiang Kaichen was already distracted, and after being pushed by him, he fell down on the sofa.

He looked at Tang Wensong with lifeless eyes, as if possessed by something, and murmured back, "She is eighteen years old, you have to respect her."

"Fuck, she said that to you herself? I think she is just trying to get something for nothing. I still respect her, but what does she want to do? Is she going to elope?" Tang Wensong felt like his brain was congested and his head was buzzing.

"She said that she wanted to go to Japan with him..." Jiang Kaichen repeated the sentence like a wandering soul, muttering with unfocused eyes. It was unclear whether he was explaining to Tang Wensong or emphasizing to himself.

"That bastard Zhang Xincheng is basically kidnapping a young girl." Tang Wensong was so angry that he slapped the wall.

"Oh, that's not right. Wanwan told me to be careful of this man before the auction." Probably because of the pain, Tang Wensong suddenly stopped rubbing his red hands.

He suddenly looked up and looked directly at Tang Wensong. This sentence made Jiang Kaichen's eagle-like eyes suddenly focus and become deep again.

"What exactly did my sister tell you?" Tang Wensong finally regained some of his rationality and asked Jiang Kaichen again in a slower voice.

"I didn't meet Wanwan, I just heard the recording that she was going to Japan..." Jiang Kaichen's answer this time was also tainted with deep doubt. He frowned and looked at Tang Wensong, hoping to find resonance.

A heavy punch hit his face so hard that blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't see you tell me that she ran away with someone. What if she was kidnapped?" Tang Wensong could no longer control himself. He punched the man in the face again, regardless of whether he could win or not. "I thought you liked her so much, are you so careless about her?"

Jiang Kaichen, who had not resisted at all, suddenly laughed when he was beaten. The smile on his bloody face strangely gave people a sense of life.

Tang Wensong was so stunned by his laughter that he couldn't do anything to him. He clenched his fists and looked at him resentfully as he stood there gasping.

"Damn it, even if I beat you to death you can't compensate me for my sister." Various possibilities and remedies were running through his mind, but Tang Wensong still didn't forget to vent his anger on Jiang Kaichen.

The man with the bloody smile on his face seemed to have come back to life. He stood up, walked up to Tang Wensong and said seriously, "For her, it's not a pity for me to die."

Then he turned to Wang Feng, who had been huddled in the corner, afraid that something might happen to his boss and not daring to step forward to stop the fight, and ordered, "Go after them until you see them."

"Sister, if you are sad, just cry. Master said that crying is also a solution."

Faced with Tang Wenwan, who had been in a daze since she got on board, after a day and a night, the little girl was already a little helpless. She lay pitifully at the head of Tang Wenwan's bed, and her face was also infected with the sadness.

"Master?" Tang Wenwan had been bombarded with these two words like a spell for a whole day. Finally, she looked at the little girl with a question mark on her face.

"Well! Master said..." When the little girl, who finally got a response, wanted to continue excitedly, Tang Wenwan slowly crawled up and sat up to interrupt her, "What's your name? Who is your master? How did you find me so quickly?" she asked slowly.

"My name is Hashimoto Yuki, and my master is Hashimoto Kosuke...ah..."

Being asked so many questions at once, the little girl, who was obviously a little overwhelmed, stood up as if she had thought of something.

She took out a painting from her Taoist robe like a magic trick, unfolded it and handed it to Tang Wenwan.

He pointed at the painting and explained to her, "Master asked me to bring this painting to you. Look, you are more beautiful in person than in the painting."

When Tang Wenwan saw this painting, her hair stood on end and she sat up straight with a gasp.

"This... where did this come from? Was it drawn by your master?" She pointed at the painting with a trembling voice and asked Hashimoto Yuki in disbelief.

In the painting, a woman in her thirties was standing alone on the beach.

She was wearing a soft blue dress, dancing in the sea breeze, and seemed to be blending into the vast ocean.

Her long black hair fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of mystery and elegance to her.

The woman's face revealed a kind of loneliness, her eyes fixed on the distant sea, as if her thoughts were wandering in an unknown distance.

This was the last scene of her previous life, the day she sank into the sea.