Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Feeding deer in the back mountain with Hashimoto Yuki, drinking tea with Hashimoto Kosuke, watching the sunset on the steps by myself, painting with Guan Benliangxiong~~~~

Every day Jiang Kaichen would receive Tang Wenwan's daily life in his mailbox arranged by Guan Ben Liangxiong. This was the only relaxation for him in his treacherous work life in South City.

The girl's smile in the photo is vivid and bright, without even a trace of lovesickness.

"This heartless little guy~"

Jiang Kaichen curled his lips and enlarged each picture lovingly, until he turned to a group photo, and then he stopped the mouse.

The photo shows a distant back view of a girl in a white robe standing in front of a painting in the Arhat Hall with a thin boy in a white robe standing next to the girl in a white robe.

The girl was pointing at the painting and probably saying something to the boy. The boy leaned forward to listen. His face could not be seen, but his back showed him looking humble.

Probably the men around Tang Wenwan, whether it was Hashimoto Kosuke or the prince, including himself, always dressed in dark colors or even black, and rarely wore white like Tang Wenwan.

So, when I suddenly saw a young man in a white robe standing next to the girl in a white robe, the picture seemed inexplicably harmonious.

The hand holding the mouse tightened, and the corners of his mouth that were originally slightly raised flattened. Jiang Kaichen began to tap the table in annoyance.

"Wang Feng, how long will it take to deal with Brother Qiang's affairs?"

Wang Feng, who had just finished his work and put the documents on the table and was about to leave, stopped suddenly when he was asked.

"This~"

Wang Feng originally thought that the atmosphere in the office was quite peaceful, but suddenly he felt as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him, and he didn't know how to respond.

"How long has it been since we went back to Wanwan's place?"

Jiang Kaichen asked, closing his eyes and rubbing his eyebrows.

"It's been about three months, Mr. Jiang."

"Has it been that long?"

Jiang Kaichen put down his hands and asked in disbelief.

Although Brother Qiang has always been the special assistant of Mr. Jiang in Zhengda, he has been unwilling to accept his position of being in a position with no power for many years. He has always been scheming to create a world for himself like Jiang Kaichen, but he does not have Jiang Kaichen's brains and skills, so he always wants to find an opportunity to take advantage of him and replace him.

"Yes, Brother Qiang's actions have already reached the Zhu family. I'm afraid we can't let our guard down for a while."

Wang Feng knew that Jiang Kaichen was impatient to play the cat and mouse game, so he quickly reminded him. In recent months, the whole team has been working overtime day and night just to weave this network.

"The Zhu family?"

"Do...do...do"

After knocking on the table for a while, Jiang Kaichen suddenly said:

"Let Zhang Lingyue take Zhu Xin with me to Japan. Since he is so determined to get into my spider web, let's weave a luxurious version for him."

The eyes staring at the screen were shining dimly, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm and provocation.

Wang Feng was speechless as he looked at the boss who was clearly trying to abuse his power for personal gain, and he forced the word "OK" out of his mouth.

As I walked out, I was still complaining in my heart that the net would be closed in a month or so, so was it necessary to drag out the battle so long just for a single meeting?

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"Are you going to take all of the Zhu family's exhibits to Japan for a tour?"

When Zhang Lingyue looked at Zhang Feng in disbelief, what she received was an expression that showed someone who didn't want to believe the news even more than she did.

“Then I’ll go get ready.”

Zhang Lingyue immediately understood that this must be another order from Jiang Kaichen that could not be questioned.

Ever since she was trapped in this situation, she found it increasingly difficult to understand this man. At the same time, she had to admire the fact that this man could solve all unsolvable problems using methods that no one could understand.

"This play is going to cross borders~"

As the manager for less than a year, Zhu Xin has been tortured by all the intrigues and suppressions within the family, to the point where she has completely lost the innocent appearance of a young girl.

She was wearing a black dress and sat next to Zhang Lingyue with a tired look on her face. It was not until Zhang Feng left that she sighed indifferently.

“Do we have the right to refuse?”

Zhang Lingyue, who knew that she was on the same path as Zhu Xin, looked at her coldly.

Sometimes I am also quite confused about my relationship with this girl.

As both of them are vanguards, there is neither love nor hate for each other, nor sympathy for each other. The increasingly similar feeling of dullness seems to be waiting for the sword-drawing encounter that is about to come at any time.

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"Teacher, did you know that your Nancheng family collection exhibition will be touring Kyoto?"

Ever since Guan Benliangxiong introduced people here last time, Ishino Koji basically treated Luohan Hall as his own private school and reported there every day.

"Oh~"

Tang Wenwan answered perfunctorily without even raising her head.

These past few days, she has been studying how to use the rock-colored pigments brought by Koji Ishino to paint her own Arhat picture. She has been washing and coloring the brush over and over again. She is so busy that she doesn't want to pay attention to anyone at all.

"Teacher~"

Accustomed to Tang Wenwan's arrogant state when she was creating, he moved the incense at his feet to the side and simply lay on the ground like her. While watching her busying herself, he called out again in her ear.

When Guan Ben Liangxiong accompanied Jiang Kaichen into the Arhat Hall, what they saw was a pair of little figures in white Taoist robes, kneeling together on a painting covered in paint.

And Ishino Koji, who was trying hard to convey the message, almost had his mouth touching Tang Wenwan's face.

"Ishino!"

Guan Ben Liangxiong shouted loudly, scaring Qian Qiu and his gang of hermits so much that they all drew their swords and flew out, thinking that the prince was under attack.

The two people on the ground who were being called also shook and bumped into each other at the same time, and fell into the painting at the same time with a "whoosh".

"Oops~"

Before he could reach out to help Tang Wenwan, someone lifted her up by the scruff of her neck like a chicken.

"Bang~"

Without even a sound, he was thrown aside like trash.

"what!!!!"

Jiang Kaichen had just finished packing up the goods in his hands and was about to go over to help Tang Wenwan, but he was frozen in place by her roar.

All I saw was Tang Wenwan frantically climbing out of her painting, shouting, and turning to look at Guan Ben Liangxiong with a look as if she was going to kill someone.

“I spent days rendering this painting!!!”

Tang Wenwan screamed and rushed towards Guan Ben Liangxiong with paint all over her body.

With a sound of "dong~"

He took just one step before crashing into a wall of flesh.

"Qianqiu, get out of the way, I'm going to kill him!"

Tang Wenwan, who didn't even raise her head, thought it was Qianqiu who was protecting the emperor, and she grabbed him with her claws and teeth.

As a result, someone put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms.

After patting his back and touching his head, Tang Wenwan suddenly looked up, only to find that the familiar eagle eyes were looking down at her with an ambiguous look.

"Uh~~you~?"

Tang Wenwan's mind was a little confused, and she suddenly felt confused about who she was, where she was, and what was going on.

Jiang Kaichen just looked at her quietly, and in just a few breaths, his eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.

Tang Wenwan blinked her eyes to confirm the reality of what she saw, then she tightened her arms, put her arms around his waist, and opened her mouth.

"Why did you come just now? He! He destroyed my painting!"

When he met her eyes again, they were misty, like a puppy seeing its master. The murderous look from before was no longer there.