Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

That day, because of Jiang Kaichen's angry departure, the Zhang family ultimately lost the opportunity to have in-depth communication with this mysterious upstart.

However, Tang Wenwan's emotional persuasion was once again changed by Zhang Jiaqiang amid the rumors of the sudden rise of the painting circle in South City in recent days.

"Mr. Tang, look at the things that have happened one after another in your collector circle these days. If rumors continue to spread like this, I'm afraid your Tang family will really be demonized."

That night, Zhang Mingxuan personally visited the Tang family. This time he did not mention the entanglement between his son and Tang Wenwan. He just wanted to help the Tang family resolve the rumors that something happened to the Tang family's collection, which had been going on for almost a week.

Tang Junshan sat in the main seat in his own living room, frowning deeply. It was obvious that he had been disturbed by various rumors these days.

"So, what is Mr. Zhang's brilliant idea?"

Tang Junshan raised his hand, signaling Zhang Mingxuan not to explain the seriousness of the incident to him anymore, and asked directly.

"You can't believe the rumors, but the timing and coincidence of these events are so coincidental that it's embarrassing."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at Tang Junshan's expression and agreed carefully.

"I don't know what Mr. Tang is planning. Although our Zhang family hasn't had the honor of collecting Tang's paintings for so many years, as loyal fans, we must come to see if there is anything we can do to help after this incident."

The Tang family has been a painter for generations. From ancient times to the present, the paintings of the Tang family have only been passed down in the circle of a few old friends. They have always been priceless in the market. The Zhang family, a family with no family background and roots, naturally have little chance of even seeing the authentic works of the Tang family.

However, even if they were already at the top of the aristocratic families, they all experienced the same misfortune caused by paintings within a few days. No one, no matter how wealthy the family was, dared to face the rumor that "Tang family paintings were cursed and that touching their paintings would bring bad luck."

The collecting circle has always been intertwined with various mysterious phenomena that support the mystery of different works, and this sudden coincidence has given those sour grapes in the market who have been unable to obtain Tang's paintings the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

Seeing that the rumors were getting more and more outrageous and almost out of control, Tang Junshan had no choice but to humble himself and try his best to grab at all kinds of straws.

"I thought, let's take back the paintings that have been in trouble first. I believe this is just a coincidence. As time goes by, things will eventually turn around. Those collectors have been friends with us for more than just one generation, so they shouldn't deliberately discredit our Tang family in this matter."

Tang Junshan sighed, picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, then expressed his thoughts in a slightly tired voice. This was a plan that had been turning over and over in his mind for the past few days. He was also nervous and didn't even dare to look up and give Zhang Mingxuan a reassuring look.

"You want to take the pictures back yourself?"

Although his tone was surprised, Zhang Mingxuan's eyes were already full of understanding. He knew that this was the only remedy the Tang family could do.

"If the Tang family comes forward to cover the problem at this time, will it prove the rumor?"

Zhang Mingxuan, who was sitting in the guest seat, leaned towards Tang Junshan and spoke in a concerned tone, lowering his voice.

"I know that your Tang family can afford this, but I think you can't easily bear the reputation of being a guilty thief, right?"

This sentence made Tang Junshan straighten his back. This was what he was afraid of. With a flushed face, he glared at Zhang Mingxuan who was poking his heart. His lower lip trembled twice, but he suppressed the words of rebuttal back into his stomach.

"If Mr. Tang doesn't mind, please give us a favor and let our Zhang family do this. It will also fulfill the wish of our family, young and old, who have admired the Tang family for a long time."

Seeing that the time had come, Zhang Mingxuan slowly stood up, bent down and personally filled the teacup in front of Tang Junshan, with a sincere look on his face and a double meaning in his words.

"Your Zhang family has a lot of things in mind. Are you going to take the person and the painting with you?"

Before Zhang Mingxuan, who had just straightened up, could sit back in his chair, Mr. Tang's words came loud and clear from the inner hall.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Mingxuan was startled and quickly bent his knees halfway through sitting and stood up.

From a distance, we could see Tang Yongdao, with his white hair and youthful face, being supported by Tang Wenwan as he walked towards this side from the inner room. His round face, which was exactly the same as that of the little girl, did not reveal any anger in his words.

"Your kid didn't come today? Is he afraid that he will be beaten by my eldest grandson who can't even explain himself clearly?"

The old man walked slowly to the main seat that Tang Junshan had already given up and sat down. He patted Tang Wenwan's hand, motioning her to sit next to him. Then he turned to Zhang Mingxuan, who was standing next to him and was obviously a little flustered, and asked him in a tone that was unclear whether it was teasing or scolding.

"I have locked that kid up at home to reflect on his mistakes. It is indeed time for me to bring him here to apologize today. However, the matter of hiding the painting happened suddenly, and I am afraid that bringing him here will only cause more trouble for you. I thought that we should deal with the current matter first, and then discuss how to punish him together!"

It turns out that the older you are, the wiser you are. Zhang Mingxuan originally wanted to form an alliance with the Tang family on the issue of hiding the paintings, and then turn around and bring up the matter of Zhang Xincheng, so that the family could discuss it behind closed doors.

He never expected that Mr. Tang would slap him in the face right away. He was already in the wrong and didn't even dare to sit down. He took two steps towards the old man, bowed his waist, licked his face, and replied in fear and trepidation.

"Humph!"

This time the old man didn't say anything. He just rolled his eyes at him and blew out a puff of foul air from his nose to express his dissatisfaction.

"Dad, this~"

Tang Junshan glanced at his daughter, and then he realized that he almost turned against his party because of the chaos. He became a little flustered and sat there restlessly, wondering whether he should send the guest away now.

"Dad, since Uncle Zhang is here with such sincerity, let him tell us what he thinks."

Tang Wenwan's timely words, like a reassurance, calmed Tang Junshan down again.

In the previous life, the Tang family's reputation accumulated over several generations was completely destroyed because they did not handle the issue of their hidden paintings properly. She also became a homeless orphan because of this incident. Whether Jiang Kaichen was behind this or not is still a question mark.

"Grandpa, Zhang Xincheng was beaten to a pulp by my brother that day. Don't be angry. Maybe Uncle Zhang can really help our family with this matter. Why don't you listen to his advice?"

Tang Wenwan acted coquettishly and pushed Tang Yongdao, who was still puffing his beard and glaring at her. She knew that she couldn't pass the old man's test. Even if Tang Junshan was willing to give them a chance, the Zhang family would not be able to get involved with the Tang family at all.

"That's right, Wen Wan, please consider the overall situation. Let's talk about the current situation first. The boy deserves to be beaten for his mistakes. If the old man doesn't feel relieved, I will let him bring a stick to your door tomorrow and let you beat him."

Zhang Mingxuan was ridiculed again by Tang Wenwan in a roundabout way because of his son's matter. His face was still flushed a little, but he was the master who climbed up barefoot after all, so he climbed up smoothly by touching the pole in a moment.

"I thought that the Zhang family would buy back the paintings that were in trouble at a premium. It would be most appropriate for us to take care of this. Firstly, the Zhang family doesn't believe in that. Secondly, the Tang family could also consider using us to break the boundary of the aristocratic families buying paintings."

Zhang Mingxuan poured out all the remarks he had prepared in one breath. Tang Junshan took a breath and the panic on his face was even more heartbreaking than all the worries he had suffered in the past few days combined.