Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

As expected, as soon as the second master of the Zhu family was buried, the investigation into the cause of his death became busy in both the black and white circles in South City, from top to bottom.

"I say, how many days has that guy been guarding our door? If someone doesn't know, they would think we have some evidence against the Zhang family!"

Tang Wensong, who was lying in the living room playing games with Tang Wenwan, crossed his legs and complained impatiently. If his father had not warned him not to have a direct conflict with that guy and create unnecessary topics for others, he would have chased that guy away at least seven or eight times a day.

"Why is he so idle? Hasn't the Zhang family been making all sorts of moves recently regarding the car accident? How can this prince have the energy to come to our house and block you every day without any hesitation?"

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tang Wenwan daydreaming again and ignoring him, so he couldn't help but kick her calf before questioning her again.

"Ah? How should I know? What does it have to do with me?"

Tang Wenwan came back to her senses and looked at her brother. Why is that boy still so clingy? Fortunately, she has just graduated. Otherwise, after the Zhu family got into trouble, without Zhu Xin as a shield, she really didn't know how to deal with him every day.

"Let me tell you, I don't think highly of his family. Look at what the Zhu family did this time. If it was really a scam to defraud insurance, it was too cruel. Their family tradition is not right. Their family tradition is not right!"

Tang Wensong changed into a comfortable position and leaned back on the sofa. He continued the game in his hand while giving instructions to his sister. Although Tang Wenwan usually didn't pay much attention to him, he never gave up the opportunity to use this privilege of being a brother.

"You're talking as if the Zhang family kid has his eyes on you. I think you're just too idle. You've got an art exhibition coming up soon, so why are you still talking about your sister's gossip?"

Before the brother and sister could even start arguing, they were interrupted by Mr. Tang, who had just walked into the living room. As usual, the old man favored girls over boys, so he sat down between the brother and sister, tilted his head, and began to lecture Tang Wensong.

"Ah~ It's being done, it's being done. I signed this exhibition to Zhengda, and their team is preparing for it. All my works have been transferred to them, so there's basically nothing for me to do."

The arrival of Mr. Tang made Tang Wensong sit up straight immediately. He put down the game in his hand and answered the old man's questions with a serious attitude.

"This is the first time your work has been curated. Signing with Zhengda is a good starting point. You should learn more from their team. Don't be a frog in a well, only knowing how to paint behind closed doors."

The old man nodded and gave instructions. Seeing that the paintings of the third generation of the Tang family would soon be on the market, it was impossible for him to say that he was not proud and gratified. However, he was still somewhat worried about this grandson who was always reckless and unruly.

"Wan'er, you've graduated anyway, so you don't have to stay at home every day. Why don't you follow your brother to see if he can help with the preparations for his art exhibition? You can learn from him and help your brother with his work."

The old man thought about it, then turned around and patted his granddaughter's knee and instructed her that if he and his son and daughter-in-law participated in his grandson's first exhibition, it would definitely put too much pressure on the partners. However, his granddaughter has been smart and clever since she was a child, and she has great artistic talent. With her watching over her, the Tang family's face can at least be saved.

"Right, right, right. Brother will take you to another location, so that the kid from the Zhang family won't have to wait outside the door every day. I don't know how many gossips people have made up about our Tang family and their Zhang family."

Tang Wensong, the king of crooked talk, didn't mind the little supervisor sent by his grandfather at all. He felt with shining eyes that his grandfather had directly solved his troubles in the past two days, which was simply a god's assist.

Although Tang Wensong is a member of the Tang family, he is still a young new painter after all. To enter the market, he usually has to sign a contract with a large gallery with a market foundation to do packaging and curation to preheat the secondary market.

Of course, also because of Tang's family background, many large and small institutions and galleries had been keeping an eye on him since he was a minor. His father and grandfather's partners also approached him from time to time. However, he never paid much attention to or became anxious about this matter, which should have been a natural outcome.

It was not until Jiang Kaichen found him and promised to use the overseas resources of Charoen Pokphand Group to help him enter the global market directly that he developed unprecedented enthusiasm and expectations for entering the market.

The next day, Tang Wensong brought Tang Wenwan to the place where Zhengda was going to help him hold an art exhibition.

This art museum of Zhengda in the south city is located deep in the lakeside park in the city center. Except for occasional special exhibitions open to the public, most of the time, it promotes the gallery's contracted painters within the circle in the form of solo exhibitions.

"This is where I'm going to hold my art exhibition. How is it? Isn't it grand enough?"

As soon as they reached the gate, the brother and sister were greeted by Zhang Lingyue who had been waiting at the door.

"Young Master Tang, welcome to inspect our work!"

Zhang Lingyue wore a loose white dress that reached her ankles today, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a silk scarf. She looked relaxed and artistic, and she blended in with the ethereal atmosphere of the art gallery behind her.

"Miss Tang is here too?"

She looked at Tang Wenwan standing next to Tang Wensong with a little surprise, and with a slightly raised corner of her mouth, she tried her best to hide her curiosity about this girl.

"New City?"

Until he looked up and saw Zhang Xincheng standing not far away and looking over here, his curiosity could not be suppressed and overflowed from his eyes.

"Fuck, I forgot you're his sister!"

Tang Wensong followed Zhang Lingyue's exclamation and looked back, then he spoke as if he had just remembered something, with a look of helplessness at his own stupidity.

He shook his head helplessly, walked forward and grabbed Zhang Lingyue's arm, and started to complain in a very angrily manner.

"That's your brother, right? Can you control him? He's been guarding my door for almost half a month, and now he's following me here. Isn't he annoying?"

Tang Wensong took the opportunity to hide Tang Wenwan behind him. He didn't want his sister to be seen by that person at all, and he rolled his eyes and complained.

"Xincheng~Is he waiting for Miss Tang?"

Zhang Lingyue immediately understood the relationship and smiled sincerely at Tang Wenwan.

Ever since she left that home, the only thing that still made Zhang Lingyue feel soft-hearted was her silly younger brother. The child did not have any ill intentions like the Zhang family members. He just saw her once when she went back to ask for child support when he was young, and he started to keep his sister in his heart.

For so many years, he was the only one who tried every possible means to find her, secretly sending her money and things, and never worried that one day she would come back and take away everything from him.

"Miss Tang doesn't like him?"

She looked at her brother lovingly from a distance, then looked at Tang Wenwan again with a bit of helplessness and asked. Ever since the first time she found out that the child was secretly looking for her, she knew how stubborn her silly brother was.

"How could my sister possibly like him?"

Without waiting for Tang Wenwan to answer, Tang Wensong beside her called out.

"How could he be my sister's type? There's no way my sister likes him."

While he kept glancing off into the distance with disdain, he also mercilessly helped Tang Wenwan to reject him seriously.

Zhang Lingyue looked at Tang Wenwan seriously. Although she didn't say anything, there was no sign of disapproval on her face, and her eyes deepened.

Biting her lip and putting away her smile, she looked into her eyes seriously and asked:

"So what kind does Miss Tang like?"