Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Ms. Tang, welcome to our school."

Tang Wenwan walked into the College of St. Dominic in Florence with excitement, and was greeted by a female principal in formal attire.

"Jeric's recommendation letter mentioned your family's painting history and origins. We are looking forward to your exchange and learning during this trip."

Grandpa’s Italian friend was really helpful. As soon as she entered the school gate, Tang Wenwan received a different reception.

As soon as she walked into the gate, Tang Wenwan was shocked by the magnificent architecture of the college. The ancient stone pillars and sculptures exuded a historical atmosphere. She couldn't help looking around, full of curiosity about the local customs and practices here.

The principal led Tang Wenwan through the corridors of the college and introduced her to the history of the college and the fresco painting course.

Tang Wenwan listened with great interest and was full of yearning for the artistic charm of the frescoes.

Finally, they came to a spacious and bright studio.

The studio is filled with various painting tools, paints, and cement boards for frescoes. Around the room are scattered various completed and unfinished student works.

"Ms. Tang, this is our fresco studio instructor, Professor Luca."

The principal pointed to the old man who was sitting in the corner and seemed to be in deep thought.

Tang Wenwan walked carefully to the old man, not daring to say a word, fearing that her presence would disturb his thoughts.

Although she was a little nervous, she knew that Professor Luca Martino's name was already well-known in the art field, and his fresco painting skills were first-class.

And now, she actually has the opportunity to communicate with this mentor face to face. This feeling makes her both excited and nervous.

Until the old man finally seemed to sense someone coming, he glanced at her and the principal casually, and did not seem to want to pay any attention to them.

“Professor Luca, I’m Wendy, nice to meet you.”

Seeing the principal's embarrassment, Tang Wenwan quickly and politely took the initiative to greet the professor.

In order to avoid being caught by Jiang Kaichen soon, she decided to use this unknown English name during her studies.

"Wendy Tang?"

Professor Luca's eyelids, which had been drooping, suddenly rose, and his deep eyes examined her, making her a little nervous.

"Are you the Wendy that Jeric recommended? He really praised your talent and said you will definitely surprise me."

Professor Luca stood up a little excitedly as he spoke.

“No, no… Professor, you are too kind.”

Tang Wenwan didn't know how exaggerated her grandfather's old friend was talking about her, and she felt a little embarrassed and kept trying to be humble.

“Jeric has been my friend for many years, and I believe his vision is correct. Wendy, I am now looking forward to working with you.”

Professor Luca looked at Tang Wenwan and said with a smile, his wrinkled face even flushed with excitement.

Tang Wenwan's heart was as happy as a little deer, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Being able to study under Professor Luca, an authority in the field of frescoes, and receive his guidance is something I could never dream of.

She looked gratefully at the headmistress who accompanied her, and the headmistress winked at her and quietly left the classroom.

In the following days, under the guidance of Professor Luca, Tang Wenwan quickly devoted herself to the study of frescoes.

The sound of two people immersed in discussion while creating could often be heard in the studio. Tang Wenwan concentrated on learning the professor's techniques and artistic concepts. The unprecedented joy of learning made her not feel the passage of time at all.

Professor Luca taught Tang Wenwan how to mix pigments and how to use a brush to draw delicate lines on the wall panels. He demonstrated how to control the moisture of the frescoes and create a hazy atmosphere and texture through the blending of pigments.

"Wendy, you have to remember that mixing paint is more than just mixing colors. Each color choice will have an impact on the painting. This requires a deeper understanding of pigments and the relationship between them."

Because of Tang Wenwan's dedication and hard work in her studies, Professor Luca gave her all he knew.

"Look, this is how you draw fine lines on the wall with a brush. You need to control the angle of contact between the brush and the wall, slide it gently, and always feel its impact."

Tang Wenwan followed his rhythm and wrote, trying to imitate his techniques.

“The key to fresco painting is the control of water content. Different water content will affect the blending degree of the pigments, thus affecting the atmosphere and texture of the painting.”

"Here, look..."

"I knew that only Wendy could rekindle your passion for painting education."

That day, when Tang Wenwan and Professor Luca were concentrating on discussing their latest fresco practice, a young male voice came from the door.

“Jeric! Why are you here?”

Professor Luca ran over and hugged him excitedly.

Jeric patted Professor Luca's shoulder with a smile and said:

"Did I bring you a treasure? How are you going to thank me?"

Professor Luca obviously agreed with Jeric's point of view and said with a smile:

"Indeed, come to my house for dinner next week, both of you!"

It was only then that Tang Wenwan realized that Jeric was actually a tall, handsome Italian guy, completely different from the weird old man she had imagined.

"Are you Jeric?"

She asked again in disbelief, unable to connect the young gentleman in front of her with her grandfather's old friend.

"Not as old as you thought?"

Jeric smiled knowingly.

"Yes, I am Jeric."

He chuckled and nodded, his smile carrying a bit of the elegance and charm unique to Italians.

"I am the owner of the largest gallery this side of Florence."

He continued to introduce himself to Tang Wenwan politely:

"The agency contracts for all of your Tang family's paintings in Italy are signed to my gallery."

After saying this, he took out a pair of exquisite glasses from his arms and put them on, as if he was trying hard to act like a gallery owner in front of Tang Wenwan.

He has a slender figure, and his short golden hair is styled in a simple and textured style, which forms a clever balance with his gold-rimmed glasses.

"I have always admired your grandfather's paintings. Regardless of the style, technique, composition, or color tone... I am always amazed every time I see his paintings."

He raised his right hand slightly, as if he could draw the painting he was talking about in the air.

After a pause, he looked at Tang Wenwan jokingly.

"Now the only piece of Tang family painting I have missing is yours. When will I have the honor to collect all the works of all the painters in your family?"

He blinked, an expectant and friendly expression on his face.

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