Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

On the day of the funeral, Tang Wenwan followed Tang Wensong, dressed in black, and went to the Zhu family.

She thought that she would be enveloped by an atmosphere of sadness and regret after entering the Zhu family's gate. But unexpectedly, she was greeted by a room full of cold stares and ridicule.

As we entered the closed meeting room, it was quiet. Everyone's eyes met together, like knives and swords, cold and sharp, making people feel chilled.

Zhu Xin stood alone in front of the coffin in mourning clothes, her pupils dull and gloomy under her slightly red eyes. In just a few days, this 18-year-old girl had become as haggard as autumn grass hit by frost.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Tang Wensong led Tang Wenwan and slowly walked into the mourning hall.

Zhu Zhenxuan's wife died early, and there was no one else from the Zhu family in the family area except the lonely Zhu Xin.

In the mourning hall, there were more fierce-looking debt collectors standing in the hall with different expressions, their eyes scanning the surroundings, as if looking for something. Some people held IOUs, while others were talking in low voices. The whole mourning hall was filled with a depressing atmosphere, making people feel uneasy and fearful.

Tang Wensong didn't want to stay for half a minute in this kind of scene, so he arranged for someone to offer the wreath. He hurriedly pulled Tang Wenwan forward, bowed, and turned to retreat. Before he stepped out of the door, he ran into Jiang Kaichen entering the mourning hall.

Jiang Kaichen looked even more solemn today in his black suit, and Zhang Lingyue standing beside him looked even more mysterious like an iris in the night.

Zhang Lingyue is actually the eldest daughter of the Zhang family, but Zhang Mingxuan has always had an unpleasant relationship with her mother, so he also dislikes his daughter.

Zhang Lingyue's mother committed suicide for unknown reasons when she was eight years old. Before the mourning period was over, Zhang Mingxuan turned around and married Zhang Xincheng's mother. Zhang Lingyue also left the Zhang family to study abroad that year and basically never returned to that home.

Later, for some unknown reason, Zhang Lingyue and Jiang Kaichen returned to Nancheng together. She did not return to the Zhang family, but continued to help Jiang Kaichen manage the Nancheng business.

Because the two people looked very pleasing to the eye standing together, people in the industry thought it was a strong marriage between Zhengda and the Zhang family. However, Tang Wenwan, who had memories of her past life, knew that it was actually these two people who had Zhengda and the Zhang family in their hands.

"Hey~ Why did you bring her along?"

Without waiting for the main person to react, Tang Wensong frowned first. He had been hanging out with Jiang Kaichen these days and was addicted to being his brother-in-law. Suddenly, he saw another woman around the man and felt like he was cuckolded.

Jiang Kaichen didn't expect to meet the Tang family here. He paused and looked at Tang Wenwan's face for the first time.

The little girl looked like she was enjoying a good show. She tilted her head and looked at himself. She was dressed in black, which made her big deer-like eyes look even whiter and more lively. She was not curious about Zhang Lingyue at all. She just looked like everyone else in the audience, looking forward to his reply.

Under that probing gaze, Jiang Kaichen felt for the first time that it was a bit awkward to stand next to Zhang Lingyue. He unconsciously took a step to the side, distanced himself from Zhang Lingyue, and then answered Tang Wensong irrelevantly and whispered:

"Take Miss Tang back quickly and don't join in the fun here."

"Hey~ you!"

"Tang Wenwan, you are here too?"

Before Tang Wensong, who was hit on the head again, could start to fight back, the warm and cheerful greeting from Jiang Kaichen behind him broke through the dullness in the room like a ray of sunshine.

Zhang Xincheng followed the Zhang family and walked towards the mourning hall. The joy on the young man's face when he saw the person he loved could not suppress the murderous intent of the group of people behind him.

With a turn, Jiang Kaichen frowned slightly and honestly stood in front of Tang Wenwan, and Zhang Lingyue was left alone in front of the Zhang family.

"What are you doing here again?!"

After the auction, Zhang Mingxuan always thought that his daughter would come home to find him on her own, but he didn't expect that they would meet again in such an occasion after there was no news from her again.

"Uncle Zhu is also a senior in the industry. Although it was a pity that night, at least we got to know each other. As a junior, I should see him off as a gift."

Zhang Lingyue has always been a person who can keep her composure. She bowed to Zhang Mingxuan and answered politely but distantly, feeling embarrassed at what her father said and not knowing how to respond.

"Father, are you here? Are you here to see Uncle Zhu off as well?"

Facing the Zhang family's irreparable anger, Zhang Lingyue did not mind the trouble and personally set up the stage for her old father. The anticipation of a good show between her brows was the same as that of most of the people present.

"I can't tell you. If you have nothing else to do, leave now. If you have the time, come back sometime to see your father who is still alive."

Zhang Mingxuan waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly. This daughter had been taking his alimony for so many years but had existed like an invisible person. Now she suddenly appeared in front of him. He felt an unreal fear.

"Master Zhang came in person to see my son off. The entire Zhu family is grateful!"

Before the undercurrents on the Zhang family's side had finished rising, a frail old voice suddenly rang out from the mourning hall.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the old man of the Zhu family being helped out from the back hall.

It is estimated that as soon as the Zhang family's group of evildoers entered the gate, someone reported it to the backyard. The Zhu family was still afraid that the "victim" who spent 200 million yuan to be sucked because of Master Zhu would demolish the mourning hall, so they had to invite the ancestor out to calm the situation.

"Grandpa, you have to make the decision for me~"

It was not known whether it was because his daughter was standing in the crowd, or if he really gave Old Master Zhu enough face, but this time Zhang Mingxuan softened his stance and took the initiative to step forward.

"Your master owed me 200 million yuan. I used his possessions as collateral, which was considered an excuse. Now he is penniless. Where can I go to seek justice?"

Old Master Zhu had been supported and stood in front of the hall. He had white hair and a grey face, and an indignation that was even more heartbreaking than grief was on his face.

"This is a matter between you and Zhu Zhenxuan. No one in our Zhu family knows about it. Even if you chase us to the funeral hall, our Zhu family has nothing to say to you~~~"

He stared with his eyes wide open, expressing his attitude with full energy. Just as he was about to raise his head and scold Zhang Mingxuan with the airs of an elder, he suddenly began to tremble all over. His face turned pale, and he pointed at Jiang Kaichen in the crowd with a trembling finger and exclaimed in a panic:

"you····"

Everyone saw Old Master Tang staring at Jiang Kaichen as if he had seen a ghost, and he almost couldn't breathe.

The people around him hurriedly helped the old man sit down on the high seat in front of the coffin. Old Master Zhu closed his eyes and rubbed his chest for a long time before he recovered his breath.

Opening his eyes, he looked for the figure in the crowd in disbelief, and found that the smiling face he had long missed was looking at him calmly. The old man closed his eyes tightly again, took several deep breaths, and slowly calmed down.

"Why did you come back?"

Amid everyone's puzzled and thoughtful looks, the old man finally found his voice and asked Jiang Kaichen a question.

"Just come and see... give him a ride."

Jiang Kaichen was not surprised by the other party's strange question. He just glanced at the photos on the mourning hall and answered coldly.

Old Master Zhu nodded weakly, looking at him with cloudy eyes. The arrogance that had just refused to admit his fault seemed to have suddenly disappeared. He slumped his shoulders and spoke in a deflated manner:

"I'm old... The Zhu family is about to break up."

"Grandpa..."

No one expected that the old man would say such depressing words in front of an outsider. The mourning hall instantly became agitated like a boiling pot.