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.

"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.

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.

"You're awake! Why were you hiding in the box? No wonder I couldn't find you for such a long time..."

When Tang Wenwan opened her eyes again, she was facing an enlarged little face with baby fat.

A little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a white Japanese Taoist robe, was staring at her with big eyes and pulling her.

"Where am I wearing this again?"

Tang Wenwan, who was still not fully awake, felt even heavier in the head. She shook her head vigorously, looked at the little girl in confusion, and didn't dare to answer.

"Master asked me to pick you up, saying that you would go back to Japan with me tonight. I waited all night but couldn't see you. Fortunately, I was smart and finally found you in this box."

Seeing that Tang Wenwan didn't reply with a confused look on her face, the little girl started chattering again, her voice soft with a Japanese accent. She knelt beside the box with a harmless look on her face, staring at Tang Wenwan, so happy that she was almost wagging her tail like a puppy.

"Master? What era is this? Where am I? Who am I?"

Tang Wenwan was completely confused. She quickly tried to find out what was going on around her, until she looked down and realized that she was still wearing the white dress she had worn to the dinner party that night. Only then did she feel a little relieved.

At the same time, Zhang Lingyue’s art gallery was almost overturned by Jiang Kaichen.

"Are you almost done? That girl isn't at home. She must have been tricked by that little bastard Zhang Xincheng to go out and eat melons again. If you see her, can you please bring her back for me?"

When Jiang Kaichen received Tang Wensong's call, he was almost out of the museum. The slightly irritated voice on the other end of the phone made him raise his eyebrows and stop at the door.

"Mr. Jiang... are you willing to stay?" Zhang Lingyue, who was seeing someone off, stopped somewhat unexpectedly. She leaned slightly sideways in the moonlight, slowed down her voice, and tried not to make her excitement too obvious.

"Where is Zhang Xincheng?" Unexpectedly, the man frowned and looked at her for only a second, but the question he asked was full of accusation.

"Xincheng?" Zhang Lingyue, who was about to make an additional move, was stunned by the question. "I don't think I saw him much tonight." He rolled his eyes and answered carefully.

"So, you haven't met Tang Wenwan either?" Jiang Kaichen's eyebrows had begun to knot, and the aura around him began to brew with dissatisfaction.

"Ah... Is Tang Wenwan here?" Zhang Lingyue was even more confused by the question this time.

"Mr. Zhu has been admitted to the ICU for the second time."

Wang Feng stood in front of Jiang Kaichen with his hands down and reported.

The man behind the desk didn't even raise his eyelids, but just raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

"After completing the acquisition of Zao Wou-Ki's original work, Uncle Qiang never returned to report."

Wang Feng knew that everything about the Zhu family was under Jiang Kaichen's control, so he didn't say much and quickly moved on to the next topic.

“Knock~knock~knock~”

Jiang Kaichen tapped the table lightly. He knew that returning to South City was also a test for him. However, no matter how well he flew, the rope around his neck would always be secure.

"According to our investigation, Uncle Qiang has been actively trying to contact the Tang family recently."

Seeing the boss's brows slowly furrowing, Wang Feng did not dare to delay and added all the information.

"Oh?"

Jiang Kaichen raised his brows and became alert.

"The Tang family controls half of the painting world. Whoever gets a contract with any of their family members will have established a top position in the industry."

Wang Feng explained in a servile manner that in his heart, the relationship between the boss and the Tang family has never been so serious.

"so what?"

Jiang Kaichen leaned back in his chair and actually gave him an inappropriate answer.

"So it's better to strike first!"

Wang Feng was really anxious this time and didn't care about the tone and rhetoric.

"Who are you trying to force?"

Really talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Before Wang Feng could finish his words, the door of Jiang Kaichen's office was pushed open by Tang Wensong.

Because of the Italian art exhibition, Tang Wensong has been visiting Jiang Kaichen's company very frequently recently, treating it as his own studio.

"Strong you!"

Although I didn't have much interaction with this young master ten years ago, after living and eating together for a summer, the two of us can be considered to have developed a friendship as if we had grown up together.

Therefore, Jiang Kaichen would only show his most relaxed state in front of him.

"I told you that you had a crush on me, but you refused to admit it and had to use our Wanwan as an excuse."

The narcissist Tang Wensong came over and plopped down on the visitor chair.

When he heard the word "Wanwan", the man behind the desk's face darkened again.

He glanced over with his cold eagle eyes, making Tang Wensong sit up straight unconsciously.

"Don't ask me anymore, I don't know!"

Knowing that this man was going to ask about his sister's whereabouts for the hundred and first time, Tang Wensong, who had a bad taste in his mouth, kept the idea of ​​"venting his sister's anger" firmly in his mind and refused to give in.

"Then get out!"

The man couldn't control his anger when he thought of Wanwan's disappearance.

"Ah~ You were expressing your affection for me just now, how come you changed your attitude faster than turning the pages of a book? You are such a scumbag!"

Tang Wensong replied with a guilty conscience, blinking his eyes to send signals to Wang Feng standing next to him, as if asking, "Your boss didn't take the medicine again?"

Wang Feng had long lost his face to look at this pair of enemies. He stood there, not knowing whether to stay or leave. He felt even more embarrassed than Tang Wensong.

"Oh, by the way, Wang Feng, who is your Uncle Qiang? He wanted to invite my old man to dinner recently, but I got scolded when I got home. The old man thought I had some affair outside."

Seeing that Jiang Kaichen really didn't want to pay attention to him, Tang Wensong started to tease Wang Feng for no reason.

"This~"

Wang Feng, who was inexplicably CUE'd, was asked a key question. He was so frightened that he didn't know how to answer and could only look at Jiang Kaichen helplessly.

"Why didn't I ask you out? You're coming in and out of my place every day. Are you tired of being seen?"

Jiang Kaichen said sarcastically in a gloomy voice, and his emotions finally stabilized a little.

"Hey! Who are you looking down on? Why should I care about him? He asked me out~

I am such a loyal person that I usually don't even look at him."

"Then you should pay attention to him. After all, he is from the headquarters and has good resources abroad. Ask him to get you an international award at the Italian exhibition."

Tang Wensong and Wang Feng both stared at Jiang Kaichen with wide eyes, their faces full of surprise and the word "what?"

"Hey~ You're not going to abandon me, are you?"

Tang Wensong got up and half threw himself on Jiang Kaichen's desk, grabbing with both hands as if he was afraid of being thrown away.

"I don't care, but you can't ignore me"

Under Jiang Kaichen's cold gaze, Tang Wensong wailed with less and less confidence.

"At most, at most, I'll tell you Wanwan's address. You absolutely can't abandon me."

Tang Wensong slammed the table and quickly handed over his cards with his heart pounding.

~

"Xiong Ben, how many guests are there today?"

Hashimoto Yuki sat bored on the steps watching the ants moving. This was her twenty-third day stationed outside the mountain gate. She couldn't go to the back mountain to play, and watching Wanwan paint made her feel like life was meaningless.

"It's the 48th time"

Yumoto is the son of fellow Yamashita. As an accomplice, he has been dragged by Hashimoto Xue to guard the mountain gate every day recently.

"Well, if there are two more, we can close the mountain gate."

Hashimoto Yuki nodded and stretched lazily, but when she saw the person in front of her clearly, she choked and almost sprained her waist.

"Hawkeye! You~~you~~Hawkeye!"

The little girl stood up from the steps with a "whoosh" and pointed at Jiang Kaichen and shouted incoherently.

Xiong Ben also stood up and looked at Hashimoto Xue in confusion, examining the newcomer with a lot of question marks on his face as to who this person was.

"Wow~~~"

Hashimoto Xue excitedly circled around Jiang Kaichen, her little nose twitching as she tried hard to find a familiar smell on him.

"So it's you! It's really you! This is what you look like!"

Hashimoto Yuki was so excited that she jumped and danced like a little rabbit, and there was no sense of strangeness at all as if it was the first time they met.

Jiang Kaichen is a person with a strong sense of boundaries. He was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm for a while. He calmed himself down and did not leave.

"Are you Wanwan's friend?"

He asked an affirmative question.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Hashimoto Yuki happily pulled him and walked towards the mountain gate.

“But he is number 51.”

Xiong Ben finally reacted and reminded from behind.

"He is not a visitor, he is Sister Wanwan's Luohan Jun"

Hashimoto Yuki raised her hands and waved without even turning her head, she was so happy as if she had found a treasure.

~~~~~~

"Sister, look who I brought to you!"

Before people entered the Arhat Hall, the voice of Hashimoto Yuki offering treasures could be heard from the bamboo forest path.

Tang Wenwan was standing in front of a painting, holding a pen and thinking. She turned around and saw the man in her dream looking at her with red eyes in the sunlight outside the door.

"Sister~~"

Hashimoto Yuki suddenly felt that time had stood still. As the two of them stared at each other anxiously, she could not make any sound.

Seeing that Tang Wenwan's eyes were also red, the villain quickly stopped, covered his mouth, and quietly retreated.