Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Several older members of the Tang family were invited to attend the Venice Biennale, so the dinner was quiet and simple, with the brother and sister entertaining Jiang Kaichen.

"So, I'll send my new batch of paintings directly to you tomorrow." During a break from dinner and tea, Tang Wensong lazily slumped on the sofa, crossed his legs and made a request to Jiang Kaichen with shining eyes.

Jiang Kaichen picked up the tea and took a sip. He didn't even look at him, but just said "hmm" lightly.

Tang Wenwan sat next to the two of them, stuffing fruit into her mouth while quietly observing the undercurrents between the two.

The fact came to his mind again: although his brother did not have many paintings in his previous life, he had always had a very high market position in the secondary market because of Jiang Kaichen's operation.

Therefore, she always felt that it was because of the need for cooperation that her brother was bent on using her to sell her sister for fame and fortune in front of Jiang Kaichen, the big iceberg. However, judging from the auction, things were far from as simple as she thought.

“Um…are you really Xiao Hei?”

After the two grown men finished their serious talk, it seemed like they had nothing more to say. Tang Wensong even leisurely put his phone horizontally and started playing games again.

Tang Wenwan coughed dryly and raised her question in a low voice, staring at Jiang Kaichen with her eyes fixed on him, as if she didn't believe it at all even after he asked it.

Jiang Kaichen shook the hand holding the cup, turned around and looked down at her, but he could not see any emotion at all.

"Puchi..." Tang Wensong, who was playing the game enthusiastically, laughed first. It was not until he received a glare from Jiang Kaichen blaming him for his big mouth that he shrank his shoulders and made a zipper motion on his mouth towards Tang Wenwan, indicating that he would not say anything more.

"Is it Xiao Hei?" Tang Wenwan, who was determined to find out the answer, mustered up all the courage she had in her previous life and continued to ask.

A misty luster rose in Jiang Kaichen's eyes. He just pursed his lips and looked at her seriously, neither admitting nor denying.

"Then... do you still remember our studio?" Not denying it was like admitting it. Tang Wenwan plucked up the courage to move closer to him.

Until she saw her own small face reflected in those black eyes, but still didn't receive any reply, Tang Wenwan took a deep breath and stood up.

Resigned to her fate, she lowered her head and pulled Jiang Kaichen's arm, "Come on, I'll take you to have another look." She thought to herself, "It's still the same as when we were kids, I can't get a single question out of him for a long time. This time I really believe that he is right."

This time, Jiang Kaichen was very obedient and was pulled up. He glanced at Tang Wensong who was secretly looking at him from behind the game console in his hand, turned around and followed Tang Wenwan to the studio very calmly.

A wall full of black glasses in various angles, occasionally covered with one or two full-body or half-body sketches, all of him.

Not at all shocked by this huge project, Jiang Kaichen just stopped in front of the painted wall and frowned slightly.

Tang Wenwan was very excited and kept comparing the man and the boy on the wall ten years ago and now.

He has grown taller and stronger, with stronger and more severe facial features... What has not changed is his eyes, which are still as defiant and sharp as an eagle's.

"Changed... and not changed..." Tang Wenwan muttered to herself absentmindedly as if in a dream, and unconsciously closed those dark eyes again.

All that was rolling in her mind were the days and nights when she forced him to stay in the studio to paint like crazy when they were little. "Xiao Hei, sit still... Xiao Hei, turn over a little." At that time, she didn't even seriously ask his name.

Jiang Kaichen felt uncomfortable being touched by soft hands. He stepped back unconsciously and looked down at the little girl who was standing on tiptoe to touch him.

"I heard from your brother that you never painted again afterwards?" His voice was hoarse, suppressing all emotions.

Tang Wenwan finally came to her senses and withdrew her hand. She tilted her head and looked at him for a long time before she said "hmm" again.

Everyone in the Tang family has a very large studio. In Tang Wenwan's studio, except for the young man painting on the entire wall, there is no trace of her past paintings.

She took two steps forward and walked to Jiang Kaichen's side, looking up at him with the sadness of the summer when she was eight years old: "My muse is gone, what can I paint?" The answer seemed as if it were a matter of course.

She did think so back then. The Tang family's talent for painting was never cultivated. During that time, she was really depressed. Grandpa told her not to paint if she was unhappy, and no one asked about it again.

Jiang Kaichen regained his focus from the painting, looked down at Tang Wenwan, who looked as cute and clumsy as an abandoned little animal, and that childish voice reappeared in his mind, "It's just a painting, don't be sad, I'll give you a better one."

Back then, his parents were persecuted by his uncle because of Zao Wou-Ki's painting, and he was forced to leave home and wander the streets at the age of 15. If I hadn't met her that summer, I don't know what I would look like now.

He pursed his lips again, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to start. He could only try to fight his emotions, trying not to let the girl see that he was so excited to see them again.

"Can I still hug you?" Maybe because she saw through his forbearance, Tang Wenwan actually made such a request.

As soon as she said this, Tang Wenwan herself was shocked.

The scene when she was eight years old reappeared more and more clearly in front of her eyes. Whenever the dark and thin boy showed an expression of unbearable pain, Tang Wenwan would always put down her brush and ask him if he wanted a hug. Because from childhood to adulthood, whenever she was sad, there was always someone to hug her.

Jiang Kaichen looked at the pair of hands that were once again stretched out for him and unconsciously took a step forward. Over the past ten years, he had endured so many difficult nights by trying hard to remember how he had gotten through this embrace.

Tang Wenwan hugged the man who was coming towards her, but she couldn't reach the shoulders that she could firmly hug back then. The height difference made her only able to hug Jiang Kaichen's waist. "How come you are so tall now?" She could only complain awkwardly.

Jiang Kaichen finally smiled, just like when he was a child, his whole body was stiff and he let her hug him in her arms, but now he had to force himself not to raise his hands to hug her back.

Smelling the familiar woody scent from her previous life, Tang Wenwan greedily rubbed her face against the man's arms again and again. She knew that no matter how much they tortured each other, she had always liked him in her previous life. Isn't it said that the body is the most honest in terms of whether you like someone or not? In his scent, she couldn't lie at all.

Jiang Kaichen's face changed instantly when he was tortured by this distorted hug. All the cells in his body were screaming nervously because of excitement. What's worse, his body also responded quickly. It was like a long-awaited feast, and hunger seemed to be written on his face.

His nostrils were filled with the sweet fragrance of the young girl. In the past ten years, he had thought about the changes in this hug countless times, but when he really felt it at this moment, all the ignited sensory stimulations seemed to be mocking his lack of imagination.

"Uncle Zhu jumped off the building." Just when Jiang Kaichen was tortured by the sweetness and his veins were throbbing, Tang Wensong shouted and pushed open the door of the studio.

"Fuck..." It was another eye-catching scene that nailed Tang Wensong to the door.

The two of them quickly separated when Tang Wensong looked at them as if he didn't know how to say hello to them.

Jiang Kaichen turned around and directly blocked Tang Wenwan, who was blushing with embarrassment as if she had been caught cheating, behind him.

He lowered his head and exhaled, then adjusted his breathing before looking up at Tang Wensong with raised eyebrows.

"So soon?" His tone returned to its icy calmness.

Tang Wensong was still struggling with how to educate Tang Wenwan, and he impatiently replied, "That's it!" with a piercing look in his eyes, trying to catch his silly sister.

Jiang Kaichen took two steps forward and pushed Tang Wensong directly out of the door.

"Let's get to work." He instructed as he walked.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped abruptly. Tang Wensong, who was following behind with his head down and was digesting what had just happened, stumbled.

"You..." Tang Wensong, whose anger was already on the verge of exploding, was brought back to his original form by Jiang Kaichen's words "Wanwan was also there" before he could even flare up.