Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Not long after Zhu Xin and Zhang Xincheng left, Jiang Kaichen was also called out by the assistant. It seemed that the auction was really about to begin.

Watching Jiang Kaichen's tall figure walking out the door, Tang Wenwan's mind reappeared the scene when her soul left her body and she saw him lying beside her body with deep affection.

"How could someone who was willing to die for me be so indifferent to me and even treated me coldly in the previous life? This is a bit illogical." Tang Wenwan lowered her head and thought about it, then looked at Tang Wensong with doubt.

"Brother," she poked Tang Wensong's arm and asked with a gossipy look on her face, "How did you get to know Jiang Kaichen?"

Tang Wensong, who was looking around, not knowing what he was looking at, was asked this question a little suddenly. He was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

"You ask me how I know him?" He pointed at his nose and looked at Tang Wenwan as if he had heard a big joke.

Tang Wenwan smiled at him in an even more incomprehensible way, blinking her big eyes and looking at him with an expression of "what else?", which was very cute.

"He is not the good brother you arranged for me. Now you remember to ask me." Tang Wensong shook his head, tapped her forehead and smiled.

Tang Wenwan's eyes widened even more this time. "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't even know him."

Seeing that she really couldn't remember anything, Tang Wensong turned his head and looked outside the door. After making sure that no one was there, he moved his chair towards her and leaned close to Tang Wenwan's ear and asked, "Do you remember when you were eight years old, you brought home a little boy?"

"Ah? Ah!" A dark and thin figure quickly appeared in Tang Wenwan's mind. It had been ten years, and if Tang Wensong hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about it.

When she was eight years old, she did pick up a boy on the roadside. She loved the boy's eyes so much. They were pitch black, and even though he was dressed in rags, he could not hide the tenacious light in his eyes, just like the goshawk that her grandfather asked her to draw.

So she took the boy home and lied to her family that he was Tang Wensong's good friend, and he stayed in their house for an entire summer.

She still has many paintings of the boy she drew that summer in her studio.

"But..." Tang Wenwan really couldn't reconcile the shadow of that young boy from back then with Jiang Kaichen's plague-like aura.

Seeing her silly and cute appearance, Tang Wensong laughed again, patted her head lovingly and said, "Back then you brought him home like a puppy. I never thought that when you left, you actually stole your great grandfather's paintings and gave them to him as travel expenses. You were only eight years old, how capable are you?"

Tang Wenwan rubbed her temples, thinking about that vague memory with a headache. "But..."

"But why is he such a different person now?" Tang Wensong expressed the question in Tang Wenwan's mind.

"Then he should also thank you for the painting you gave him." Tang Wensong stopped joking and said seriously.

"That's my great grandfather's painting. Wouldn't it be a big hit in the market? Fortunately, that guy was lucky. I don't know how he found the way, but he traded directly with the boss of Zhengda Art Foundation. Because of this transaction, he has been trained as a successor by this foundation for the past ten years." Tang Wensong's eyes became complicated.

The mystery in her heart slowly took shape like a puzzle. "But why didn't my brother tell me directly about my relationship with him in the previous life?" Tang Wenwan pondered in her heart and frowned in pain.

Tang Wenwan was lost in thought when a magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is officially open."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire auction hall became tense.

"The first items we are going to auction are the ten prints that Zao Wou-Ki created in 1962 for French Minister of Culture André Malraux's book, The Seduction of the West. These are Mr. Zao's meticulous works."

The auctioneer's clear, powerful voice echoed in the ornately decorated auction hall.

Each print was carefully displayed by the staff, and the light shone on the delicate paper, reflecting Zao Wou-Ki's unique artistic atmosphere. The whole audience was silent, and the tense atmosphere made people dare not speak.

"The first one is a work by Zao Wou-Ki in 1962, with a starting price of 5000 million." The auctioneer tapped the hammer gently and started today's theme. The rapid price increase showed the collectors' high recognition and demand for Zao Wou-Ki's works.

Tang Wenwan and her brother were sitting in the VIP seats, secretly observing the battle situation.

Soon, they found that several buyers were bidding frequently, obviously trying to drive up the price of the prints. Watching this dramatic scene, Tang Wenwan narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly.

Faced with the current auction situation, Tang Wenwan knows that these hidden bidders will cause the prices of the collections to skyrocket.

Those prints by Zao Wou-Ki are already of great collection value, and now they are being artificially inflated. I am afraid that the final hammer price will be far beyond expectations.

Tang Wenwan turned to her brother who was sitting next to her, "Brother, I feel something is wrong."

Tang Wensong also noticed the problem, "Are you talking about the group of buyers who collude in bidding?"

Tang Wenwan nodded and watched the bidding war that was about to break out with cold eyes. "It seems that Jiang Kaichen will have to chew a hard bone this time."

As they were talking, suddenly, several black figures flashed past the door of their box, and the direction they were moving was the backstage of the collection.

Tang Wenwan and her brother looked at each other quickly and knew that the show was about to begin.

"Hurry up and notify the organizer to call the police." Tang Wenwan stared at the direction where the black shadow disappeared and whispered to Tang Wensong.

Tang Wensong nodded, took two steps toward the door, then turned back and pointed at the seat, indicating Tang Wenwan to sit still and wait for him to come back.

Tang Wenwan nodded and reassured him.

But as soon as Tang Wensong stepped out the door, she stood up and walked towards it.

When she thought that Jiang Kaichen might be implicated in this incident, or even lose his life, she could no longer sit still.

After walking a few steps, Tang Wenwan saw that the dark shadows had already seduced the security personnel and were replacing the famous paintings.

Sure enough! She immediately turned around and wanted to find her brother to report the situation.

However, the moment he turned around, he heard a loud "bang" and in his nervousness he kicked something.

The sound exposed her presence, and several people immediately ran towards her with guns in hand in the shadows.

Tang Wenwan's heart tightened and she turned around and ran.

She noticed a dark corner not far away, and there seemed to be a humming sound of some mechanical equipment.

The footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer and closer, and Tang Wenwan felt like her heart was about to jump out.

Suddenly, a faint "bang" sound came from behind her - it was the sound of a gun with a silencer, and a chill immediately rose up her spine.

"Whoosh——" A bullet brushed past the ground not far away, and the harsh sound made Tang Wenwan feel like a thorn in her back.

Tang Wenwan no longer hesitated, and ran towards the dark corner.

As she was running wildly, a hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows and dragged her into a hidden doorway.

In panic, she felt her body being pressed into a broad embrace, as if locked by an iron chain and unable to move. Before she could struggle, her mouth was covered tightly by a big hand.

After calming down, Tang Wenwan discovered that the smell of tobacco was very familiar to her nose.

"Jiang Kaichen..." The taut string in my head quickly relaxed.

"Hmm... Hmm..." She moaned twice to signal him to let go, but the man didn't react at all and held her hand even tighter.

"I can't bite you again," Tang Wenwan, who was almost suffocating from being smothered, rolled her eyes in her heart.

An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she collapsed completely into the man's arms.

The small breasts pressed just right against the man's hard abdominal muscles, causing the man's whole body to tense up.

He looked down in surprise in the darkness and saw the little girl had buried her whole face in his arms. In this posture of throwing herself at him, there was no sign of nervousness at all.

Outside the door, he could still hear the footsteps of criminals searching for someone. He felt helpless as if he was holding a hot potato, not knowing whether to let it go or not. He was in great agony.

What was even more torturous was that the little thing began to twist non-stop in his arms. At such a thrilling moment, his whole body seemed to be ignited as if a volcano was about to erupt.