Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Wanwan~Wanwan~"

Tang Wenwan felt dizzy and many people were calling her.

"Wanwan, don't scare me~"

"Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"

When Tang Wenwan slowly opened her eyes, what came into view was Tang Wensong's face, which was extremely magnified and full of fear and curiosity.

"Ugh~~"

Tang Wenwan immediately thought of the last information she heard about Jiang Kaichen’s disappearance. The fear of losing him made her dry heave again.

"Go away! Wanwan is so angry at you that she's about to vomit!"

Tang Yongdao kicked Tang Wensong away and leaned over to observe Tang Wenwan's already pale face.

"My baby, don't be afraid, grandpa is here!"

He held Tang Wenwan's shoulders, feeling so heartbroken that he didn't know what to do.

"Dad, let's help her sit on the sofa and give her some fresh air and some water. She must have vomited because of the nervousness she got from being scared just now. It's not a big deal."

After all, Zhuang Mei had given birth to two children. In front of a group of panicked men, she could only use her own childbirth experience and force herself to comfort everyone.

"Try to sneak one more step!"

Just as everyone was busy trying to accommodate Tang Wenwan, they heard Tang Junshan's gritting teeth and roaring at the door.

"I~ Doesn't she want to vomit when she sees me? I'm trying to avoid her~"

Tang Wensong was about to walk out the door when he was caught red-handed. He was stuck at the door in embarrassment and turned around in slow motion.

"You want to run away after throwing a bomb? You are a very responsible brother!"

After seeing that Tang Wenwan had been helped to drink some warm water and had caught her breath, Tang Yongdao came back to his senses and started to scold his grandson.

"Don't blame me, Wanwan, for always wanting to be independent. Which of you brats can you trust?!"

The old man now feels like he is furious and has no place to vent. Looking at his grandson, he feels that the word "scumbag" is also written on his forehead.

"I~"

"Brother~"

Tang Wensong, who was being used as a punching bag, didn't have time to complain before Tang Wenwan called him and he lost his temper.

"Brother~what happened to him?"

Tang Wenwan leaned in Zhuang Mei's arms, feeling powerless as if all the strength in her body had been drained. Her trembling voice was filled with moisture, which she could neither utter nor swallow. The buzzing nasal sound she heard made her pronunciation unclear.

"He~"

Tang Wensong looked at his sister's red eyes, and suddenly he couldn't say anything about all the information and guesses in his mind. He looked at Tang Junshan helplessly, as if asking for help, asking his father to teach him how to start.

"Come here, sit here, and tell me everything you know in detail."

After receiving the signal from his son, Tang Junshan calmed down his explosive emotions. He frowned and waved to him, motioning him to come over and sit down and talk slowly.

The living room had become so quiet that one could hear his own breathing. Under everyone's gaze, Tang Wensong could only slowly move to sit next to Zhuang Mei, as if he was going to the execution ground.

"It's today's news. I only found out about it when I saw it on the news. I don't know the details yet, and I'm trying to find out more information."

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at anyone as he carefully stated the information he had. The high-pressure atmosphere in the living room even made him feel guilty that he was the mastermind behind it.

"Tell me first why he suddenly left some time ago."

Tang Junshan was still puzzled by Jiang Kaichen's abandonment of him, and could not help but confirm his thoughts once again.

"Ah~ I know this. He told me when he left."

Having said that, Tang Wensong finally found some control and raised his face again. He looked at Tang Junshan's face which showed a storm was about to come, and was so scared that he didn't know what to say.

"Tell me, why are you in a daze at this time?"

He had just been stunned for a moment when Zhuang Mei slapped him on the shoulder, almost knocking him to the ground again.

"Ah, he told me that something happened at the Zhengda headquarters, and he had to go back first. And this time he might have to stay longer, because if he can help Zhengda get through this difficult time, he will ask Mr. Jiang to agree to let him change his surname back."

Tang Wensong really was someone who could take a beating. With just one slap from Zhuang Mei, he spilled out everything that was in his mind.

"What happened at Zhengda headquarters?"

Tang Yongdao asked with a frown while sitting in the upper seat. He never cared about the disturbances outside, but this time it involved Tang Wenwan's happiness, so he felt that he had to make things clear.

"Old Jiang has wanted to abdicate for years. In fact, his subordinates have been fighting for the right of succession. Although Jiang Kaichen has never fought with them, those old officials have always regarded him as a thorn in their side and have been wary of him.

In addition, Mr. Jiang has handed over the largest Asia-Pacific market to him in the past two years, so his competitors can’t sit still anymore. They have been setting traps for him one after another, fearing that he will have no chance of survival if he takes over the business.”

Tang Wensong never dared to gossip about these market things at home. The big painters in the family always turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window and were most annoyed by his nonsense.

Everyone was listening attentively today, which made him a little uncomfortable to get used to.

“It’s really not easy for this child…”

Zhuang Mei's heart ached when she heard this. She thought about how he lost his family when he was a teenager, how he had been struggling alone in such a dangerous environment for so many years, and how he was ignored by his own daughter. She even felt a little guilty.

"I'm asking you what happened to you!"

After all, Tang Yongdao has lived for so long and has seen too many ups and downs, so he can still grasp the key issues.

He asked again impatiently and glanced at Tang Wenwan, fearing that this brat would make his precious granddaughter cry again.

"Oh...yes, yes, yes...the news said that their headquarters was bombed. It seems that they were suspected of fraudulent insurance of artworks, or some kind of gang robbing other gangs..."

Tang Wensong's spine tightened when he heard the old man's question. He straightened his body and quickly added the latest information.

"A black man eating a black man?"

Tang Junshan asked again, not quite believing it.

"An art fund company as big as Zhengda shouldn't get into this kind of trouble, right?"

He frowned as he analyzed. Zhengda is a well-established art fund company with a history of old money. For so many years, it has been doing business with regular customers and focusing on credibility. How could it possibly get involved in such unreliable resources?

"Isn't it? Jiang Kaichen originally went back to deal with these matters. I heard him say that Old Jiang has a younger brother who wants to take over the position and even dares to accept orders from Russian oligarchs. I didn't quite understand the details, but I heard him mention something about money laundering. I feel that this matter must be very complicated."

Tang Wensong also followed the analysis with a worried look on his face. As a painter, although he had learned a lot about the methods of capital operation of art works from following Jiang Kaichen over the years, there were still many blind spots that confused him.