Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Kaichen...it's me..."

For several consecutive nights, Tang Wenwan saw the little arhats in the back mountain in her dreams.

The amazing thing is that in the dream, these little arhats all turned into different versions of Jiang Kaichen, some as teenagers, some as domineering bosses as adults, some as friendly, some as distant...

"Kaichen, don't go!"

When Tang Wenwan woke up from her dream again, she decided to go to Hashimoto Kosuke to get to the bottom of it.

"After two lifetimes, you still can't let go of him."

Kosuke Hashimoto was kneeling on the tatami in the Zen room. On the long table in front of him were scattered ink bamboo paintings he had made, which looked vigorous and powerful.

"Hey... why?"

Eighteen-year-old Tang Wenwan sighed out the helplessness of a man in his thirties.

"If you can't let it go, then don't let it go."

Kosuke Hashimoto finally put down the brush in his hand and looked at her with his eyes curved.

"But···"

Thinking of the torment in her previous life and the anger she left in this life, Tang Wenwan was suddenly frightened by her own persistence.

"What do you want to do most now?"

Kosuke Hashimoto slowly poured a cup of barley tea and handed it to her. As if he saw her helplessness, his voice and movements were just as slow as if to soothe her anxiety.

"draw!"

The words that came out of her mouth scared Tang Wenwan herself.

"Then draw it."

Kosuke Hashimoto smiled encouragingly at her and said, "There is a Luohan Hall in Luohanpo, so you can use it as your studio."

"Master is so partial. He usually doesn't let me come into this meditation hall to play. It turns out that he is waiting to use it as your painting studio!"

When Hashimoto Xue brought Tang Wenwan to Luohanpo again with a groan, she discovered that there was actually a secret Zen hall hidden in this bamboo forest.

As soon as the person approached, a woody scent hit his nose, which seemed a little familiar.

“This...is so comfortable.”

Tang Wenwan no longer knew what words to use to describe her feelings, even though in front of her was just a simple Japanese-style wooden house, and even more rudimentary inside, with only some white easels scattered around like screens.

But at this moment, she felt that all the restlessness in her heart had been washed away, and she had only one thought: to paint.

"Sister Wenwan, Master said that this yard will be yours from now on, so can I come and play anytime?"

Hashimoto walked around the snow house and was lying on the porch in front of the door as comfortably as a kitten.

"certainly·····"

Tang Wenwan pushed open the sliding door on the side and was surprised to see a group of little Arhats smiling at her behind the bamboo forest outside the door.

For no reason, I suddenly felt a warm current rushing to my eyes, and even my voice in response to Hashimoto Yuki trembled.

"Sister? What's wrong with you?"

Hearing something strange, Hashimoto Yuki jumped up from the ground, walked to Tang Wenwan and looked up at her with confusion.

"I... I don't know... I'm just happy, so happy that I want to cry..."

Tang Wenwan answered incoherently, not knowing how to express the feelings in her heart.

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The dark room revealed the owner's dark mood.

"Boss Jiang, Zhang Xincheng and everyone on the ship have taken a lie detector test, and everyone has said they didn't see Miss Tang."

Wang Feng observed the man who hadn't slept for several days, and reported carefully while standing by the door.

"We also activated search and rescue dogs, far infrared, radar, and even sonar equipment to search every corner of the ship, but did not find any suspicious clues."

Not getting a response, Wang Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to stay calm while stating all the information.

The man didn't answer, but drank another glass of whiskey with red eyes.

"Mr. Jiang..."

Looking at the man who looked like a demon from the abyss and was on the verge of collapse, Wang Feng didn't know what else he could do.

"Tell me, how could I be so stupid?"

When the air was so solid that it was about to crack, Jiang Kaichen suddenly asked a question. His self-deprecating voice was so cruel that it seemed as if he wanted to nail himself to the rack of shame.

There was no way to escape, no place to hide, and no way to answer. Wang Feng dug his toes into the ground and wanted to die.

"Tell me, why didn't Tang Wensong beat me to death?"

Jiang Kaichen took another sip of wine and asked hoarsely.

"Boss Jiang, um... Young Master Tang seems to have not been here for several days."

When Tang Wensong was mentioned, Wang Feng suddenly reminded him as if he remembered something.

Jiang Kaichen put down his wine glass, and his eyes slowly turned to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's scalp tightened when he was looked at. He straightened his spine and analyzed mentally:

"Boss Jiang, why do you think Young Master Tang is not anxious anymore?"

With a "crash", the man stood up from behind the desk, staggering a little due to sitting for a long time and a hangover.

He supported himself on the table for a while before speaking in a calm voice:

"Say it again..."

Wang Feng found that he seemed to have grasped the key point, and he felt like he had come back to life. He took a bold step forward and analyzed carefully:

"Boss Jiang, after we came back together, Young Master Tang was furious and re-examining Zhang Xincheng with you on the first day, but he never came back after he went home. Doesn't this seem like his personality?"

"Has he contacted you in the past few days? Anyway, he has not contacted us."

The more Wang Feng talked, the more he felt that there was something fishy about this matter, and unknowingly he walked in front of Jiang Kaichen.

Jiang Kaichen then picked up the mobile phone he had thrown in the corner and started to look through it. He had been in a daze these past few days, completely focused on finding Tang Wenwan's whereabouts, and hadn't looked at his mobile phone for a long time.

A bunch of messages flashed across the screen. He clicked on Tang Wensong's profile picture. It was indeed a little strangely quiet.

Jiang Kaichen rubbed his brows and began to pace back and forth in the office.

"Mr. Jiang, I guess Mr. Tang is not in a hurry anymore. Miss Tang must have found it."

Wang Feng followed for a few steps and finally expressed his guess.

Jiang Kaichen braked and almost knocked Wang Feng down.

He stared at Wang Feng with those eagle eyes, completely disbelieving.

"No...or else...why don't you give Mr. Tang a call and ask?"

Wang Feng was frightened by his stare and suggested in a trembling voice.

Jiang Kaichen was silent for a moment, then turned to the desk and picked up his cell phone.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, have you found my sister?"

The phone rang for a while before it was connected, and the ruffian's voice came lazily from the other end.

"No."

Jiang Kaichen replied coldly.

"Not yet. If you don't keep looking, do you still have time to call me?"

Tang Wensong replied halfheartedly. He had finally found his soul and settled down at home these past two days, and he was in a very relaxed mood.

Jiang Kaichen was silent on the other end of the phone, and what Wang Feng had just said was rapidly forming in his mind.

"You still have the nerve to call me when you can't find me. Hurry up and continue. Otherwise, let's see how you can compensate me for a sister."

After hearing no response from the other end of the phone for a long time, Tang Wensong rolled over comfortably on the sofa before adding.

"Your solo exhibition in Italy has been finalized, and the secondary market has already started promoting it. Please come over to the meeting to schedule the work."

After a long silence, the information coming from Jiang Kaichen's microphone finally stimulated Tang Wensong to sit up from the sofa.

"Really?"

Tang Wensong's voice was trembling with excitement.

As the worst painter in the history of the Tang family, he has always been looked down upon by his grandfather and despised by his father. Finally, he has the opportunity to prove his worth through the market.

"Then I'll come right over, right now, okay?"

Tang Wensong excitedly looked for his slippers and was about to go out.

"Ok!"

Jiang Kaichen hung up the phone with a click.