Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Tang Wenwan looked at the bite marks on Jiang Kaichen's hand with tears in her eyes, her heart in turmoil.

"Is it necessary to rape myself? This is not his style..." Tang Wenwan was struggling in her mind, but the fear of being violated miraculously healed after seeing the teeth mark.

As an eighteen-year-old girl who had just entered puberty, close contact with Jiang Kaichen still made her feel shy. The familiar woody scent made her body honestly lean towards him involuntarily.

"Did my brother really ask you to pick me up?" Shocked by her own behavior, Tang Wenwan quickly sat up straight and asked in a childish voice, pretending to be unfamiliar.

The sudden question broke the silence in the car, and Jiang Kaichen came back to his senses from his thoughts.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the stubborn and fragile girl, with a faint smile on his lips, which was full of doubt and playfulness. "Brother?" he asked deliberately.

"It's that ambiguous smile again." Tang Wenwan shrank her neck out of habit, remembering how he never gave a direct answer in his previous life, always being so distant that it was hard for her to ask the next question.

Tang Wenwan, whose rhythm was disrupted, was a little dazed. In this silent interaction, she felt as if she was at a disadvantage again.

The cold man had already turned his gaze outside the car, his deep eyes looking towards the direction of the darkness.

Finally, the car stopped and the driver signaled that she had arrived home.

Tang Wenwan got out of the car in annoyance, and once again was so angry that she turned around and walked towards the garden without even saying goodbye.

"This man..." Tang Wenwan kicked stones as she walked to vent her anger, "His aura is simply too strong."

She would never have thought that her soul, which had traveled through two lifetimes, would still be shocked by him and become incoherent.

The frustrated mood continued until she pushed open the door to the front hall, and the familiar scene before her made her relax instantly.

"Brother!" she shouted happily. When she saw again the man who died young for her in her previous life, she could no longer control her excitement.

“Wow...” She quickly threw away the bag in her hand, flew towards her brother, and beat and kneaded him.

Tang Wensong was almost forced to drop the phone he was using to play games on because of her pounce.

He stepped back tactically, shook his body in disgust, tilted his head and smiled at her, "I heard that you fainted at someone's birthday party, but I didn't hear that your brain was damaged."

"Fainted?" Tang Wenwan's mother was the first to jump up from the sofa in panic.

Before she was arrested, Tang Wenwan had nimbly jumped behind her brother, jumped up and hooked the neck of this outspoken guy.

While pulling Tang Wensong to the activity room downstairs, he comforted the beautiful young woman who was blocking the way with her hands on her hips, "It's okay, it's okay, mom, don't listen to my brother's nonsense, I just drank a little and feel dizzy."

Until the tall Tang Wensong was thrown effortlessly by her onto the mat in the activity room, his mother's questioning voice was still echoing outside the door.

"Brother..." Tang Wenwan, who had had enough of the trouble, also lay down, leaning against Tang Wensong, tilting her head and asking him, "Why did Jiang Kaichen also appear at Zhu Xin's birthday party?"

Tang Wensong smiled and neatly placed the pillow under Tang Wenwan's head. He was busy projecting the game he was playing onto the screen in front of him while answering, "You know Zao Wou-Ki, right?"

"Zao Wou-Ki? The master of abstract painting?" Tang Wenwan frowned, trying to catch this inexplicable clue.

"That's right." Tang Wensong nodded and continued, "You also know that Zhu Xin's family specializes in collecting. Her father has an early work by Zao Wou-Ki, and Jiang Kaichen's company needs this painting for a new project."

"So..." Tang Wenwan widened her eyes and suddenly realized.

"That's right, Jiang Kaichen just went to see Zhu Xin's father for business reasons." Tang Wensong sat up straight, and the game in his hand once again entered a white-hot showdown, and his answers to the questions were not perfunctory at all.

"So that's how it is..." Tang Wenwan suddenly understood a lot. She lay down, snuggled next to her brother and started to let her brain piece together this link again.

"But then again, that is Zhu Xin's family's private collection. It's still a question whether the old man can sell it!" Tang Wensong saw Tang Wenwan frowning and thinking, and seemed to inadvertently provide clues to the progress of the matter.

Tang Wenwan's eyes jumped between the game screen and her brother, and the memories of her past life flickered in her mind like small light bulbs.

Tang Wenwan lay distractedly beside her brother, watching him play games. The ghosts in the game screen and the shadows of real life complemented each other.

"Brother." She called softly, her voice carrying the tension of a string on a guitar.

Tang Wensong turned his head, a little surprised at her sudden calmness. "What?"

Tang Wenwan took a deep breath and put aside all her hesitation, "Brother, I have something to tell you."

She looked solemn, as if she had made an important decision.

"What's the matter? So serious." Tang Wensong put down the game controller and frowned.

"After Zhu Xin's birthday party, there will be a major car accident." Tang Wenwan spoke at a steady pace, emphasizing every word, trying to make her voice sound as steady as possible, "That car accident will change many people."

Tang Wensong's eyes suddenly became sharp. He knew that his sister would not say anything nonsense about such a serious matter.

Tang Wensong looked at her silently, the expression on his face was complicated but difficult to describe.

Tang Wenwan took a deep breath and continued, "Jiang Kaichen will be charged with deliberate murder because of this accident, and he will be suspected of murdering someone to silence them because he was unable to purchase the painting."

Tang Wensong's eyes widened and his voice trembled, "Did you... hear something at Zhu Xin's house?"

Shaking her head, Tang Wenwan explained helplessly, "Brother, I know this is hard to believe. But I can't explain why I know this. I just hope to prevent this impending tragedy."

The conversation between the two echoed in the room. The air seemed to be filled with a game of trust and repression.

At this moment, Tang Wenwan's cell phone vibrated, and the lively ringtone cut through the still air.

"Zhang Xincheng." The name displayed on the screen made Tang Wenwan frown again.

She nodded to Tang Wensong and pressed the answer button without avoiding the call.

"Wan'er, are you home?" The voice from the other end of the phone was anxious and steady, as if mixed with unconcealable worry.

"I'm already home." She responded softly, trying to figure out the purpose of his call.

"That's good..." Zhang Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, but the next words made the atmosphere weird, "You have to be careful of Jiang Kaichen."

Tang Wenwan's eyes instantly became alert, "What's wrong?" Her tone unconsciously revealed impoliteness.

"I'm just... worried about you." Zhang Xincheng tried his best to make his tone sound caring and sincere, but the lingering meaning in his words could be clearly heard.

Tang Wenwan turned her head and looked at Tang Wensong, who also frowned when he heard the voice.

"I understand, thank you." Tang Wenwan tried hard to control her emotions.

With the memories of her past life, she now fully understands Zhang Xincheng's true motives and secretly resolves that she will never be influenced by him this time.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Wenwan looked up at Tang Wensong with a look of determination on her face. "Brother, we must stop this tragedy."

Tang Wensong was obviously a little confused by the huge amount of information. After a long time, he touched his nose and pointed at the phone, answering the question irrelevantly, "Um, is that guy really gay?"