Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Boss Jiang, the Zhu family is basically wrapping up the work. After returning from Japan, most of the collection has been transferred to a safe account."

Zhang Lingyue was reporting while standing in front of her desk. Her moon-white robe showed off her unique charm in the art circle. Her black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin. She knew that the man in front of her would never even glance at her except on business matters, but she still did not give up and carefully put on makeup every time she came to see him.

"Mr. Jiang~~"

After a long time without receiving a response, Zhang Lingyue was stuck in a dilemma and could only call out carefully again.

"Ok?"

Only then did Jiang Kaichen look up from the photo of Tang Wenwan in Japan on the computer screen.

The setting sun refracted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on the woman in white in front of him, emitting a golden glow. The figure in the white Taoist robe appeared in his mind again, even overlapping with the one in front of him, making him a little dazed for a moment.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Zhang Lingyue felt flustered when he stared at her inexplicably. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't handled her work well, or if Jiang Kaichen was trying to push her into another pit.

Like staring at prey.

"Why must it be her?"

At the age of 27, living an abstinent life, an extremely absurd idea suddenly emerged in his mind stimulated by jealousy.

He turned around in the leather chair, spread his legs leisurely, raised his hand and hooked at Zhang Lingyue.

Zhang Lingyue stared over in disbelief, fearing that Jiang Kaichen's hooked hand would strangle her neck the next moment.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Zhang Lingyue's voice was trembling this time. Seeing Jiang Kaichen raised his eyebrows impatiently, she could only close her eyes and walk towards him as if she was ready to die.

As soon as he walked up to her, he was pulled to sit on his lap. Jiang Kaichen moved towards her neck like a bloodthirsty man, trying to convince himself with his actions that all women are actually the same.

Zhang Lingyue got goosebumps all over her body along with fear, until the head buried in her neck, her heart was quickly filled with ecstasy.

"Plop~"

The happiness lasted less than a second before he was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

Zhang Lingyue met Jiang Kaichen's equally shocked eyes in disbelief. He actually looked like he was looking at something dirty.

With a "crash" sound

Jiang Kaichen stood up, stretched out his long arm, and swept the computer on the table to the ground.

At this time, Zhang Lingyue, who was still lying on the ground, saw Tang Wenwan's figure vaguely on the computer screen.

"Wang Feng!"

Jiang Kaichen shouted angrily to the person outside the door.

"Take her out, and you take over everything that happens next. I don't want to see her again."

He turned his back and made the confession angrily, as if Zhang Lingyue had just violated him.

Wang Feng came in hurriedly, frowning in confusion as he looked at Zhang Lingyue, who was lying on the ground with a pale face. He was also wondering if this woman would be bold enough to do anything to the boss.

Zhang Lingyue gave him a smile that was uglier than crying, and got up by herself.

She had always known that she was just a pawn in the hands of this man, but she still couldn't face the humiliation of such extreme joy and sorrow.

"Boss Jiang, women also need to be respected."

She bowed deeply towards Jiang Kaichen's back and said the last sentence with all her strength and courage.

It was a confession to him and also a warning to herself. She knew that her one-sided obsession could finally come to an end.

After the person was taken away, Jiang Kaichen rushed into the lounge and kept washing the hands that he had just pulled Zhang Lingyue and the face that was close to her neck with cold water.

"It's different, completely different."

Tang Wenwan's scent seemed to be engraved in his bones, making him completely unable to accept the smell of other people.

He looked in the mirror at his face, which was completely distorted by regret, and felt like he was going crazy.

"What kind of you do I like? I just can't like anyone else except you!"

Jiang Kaichen was screaming in his heart, not knowing how to face his own restlessness.

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Since he was hospitalized, Koji Ishino has been sending his new paintings to Luohan Hall every day. He is like the Mexican painter Ferida, who had a drawing board set up on his hospital bed. Despite his disability, he continued to write every day, and sent his works to Luohan Hall every day to check in, under the pretext of asking the teacher for approval.

Tang Wenwan looked at various portraits of herself being sent to her every day, so how could she not sense the boy's thoughts.

The self who makes tea, the self who paints, the self who is in deep thought, the self who watches the sunset~~~~Just like my obsession with Jiang Kaichen back then, every stroke depicts joy, and the first painting is filled with excitement.

"This kid~"

Tang Wenwan in her twin life looked at the paintings that accumulated day by day and smiled helplessly. It would be a lie to say that she was not moved, but it was also true that it brought her trouble.

It was not until she found that the paintings sent to him were becoming more and more unrestrained and wanton that Tang Wenwan felt that she had to face this young man seriously who was willing to risk his life to gain attention.

My twentieth birthday is less than three months away, and the time to hand myself over to Jiang Kaichen is getting closer and closer. I haven't figured out how to face the days when I will be tied up with him again, and I can't let irrelevant people get involved in the entanglement between the two of them.

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"Ishino, I'm probably going to leave Japan in a few months."

Tang Wenwan brought all of Ishino Koji's paintings to the hospital. She felt it necessary to nip the child's unrequited love in the bud.

"Leave? Why?"

Koji Ishino is able to get out of bed and walk, but he is still in the process of rehabilitation, and Ryoo Kanmoto will not let him leave the hospital.

"I have to go home eventually. I came to Japan just to practice for a while."

Tang Wenwan explained patiently.

"Then can I come to your house? I know your family is a family of painters. Can I go to your house to continue my studies?"

Ishino Koji didn't think this was a question at all, and asked with shining eyes.

"This~"

Tang Wenwan looked at the boy's face full of longing and didn't know how to refuse for a moment.

"I'll be fully recovered soon, and I can go back with you, and we can continue to paint together."

Ishino Koji was happily planning for the future, as if he had already seen himself and Tang Wenwan staying together in Nancheng.

"But, I already have someone I like."

Tang Wenwan, who was so happy that she had a headache, took a deep breath and decided to break the window paper.

"I know, it's Mr. Jiang."

Ishino Koji finally calmed down and replied with a gloomy expression.

"I will be with him in the future. I promised him that I would go back with him on my twentieth birthday."

Tang Wenwan simply explained the current situation more clearly, hoping to put an end to all the child's thoughts.

The ward was silent for a moment, with only the breeze from the window blowing in, making the pile of works of Koji Ishino rustle.

"But I like you too! Even if you don't like me, I have the right to like you."

After a long time, Ishino Koji seemed to have found his voice again, and spoke to Tang Wenwan with such seriousness and persistence that no one dared to look him in the eye.