Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Mr. Jiang..."

Looking at the man who looked like a demon from the abyss and was on the verge of collapse, Wang Feng didn't know what else he could do.

"Tell me, how could I be so stupid?"

When the air was so solid that it was about to crack, Jiang Kaichen suddenly asked a question. His self-deprecating voice was so cruel that it seemed as if he wanted to nail himself to the rack of shame.

There was no way to escape, no place to hide, and no way to answer. Wang Feng dug his toes into the ground and wanted to die.

"Tell me, why didn't Tang Wensong beat me to death?"

Jiang Kaichen took another sip of wine and asked hoarsely.

"Boss Jiang, um... Young Master Tang seems to have not been here for several days."

When Tang Wensong was mentioned, Wang Feng suddenly reminded him as if he remembered something.

Jiang Kaichen put down his wine glass, and his eyes slowly turned to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng's scalp tightened when he was looked at. He straightened his spine and analyzed mentally:

"Boss Jiang, why do you think Young Master Tang is not anxious anymore?"

With a "crash", the man stood up from behind the desk, staggering a little due to sitting for a long time and a hangover.

He supported himself on the table for a while before speaking in a calm voice:

"Say it again..."

Wang Feng found that he seemed to have grasped the key point, and he felt like he had come back to life. He took a bold step forward and analyzed carefully:

"Boss Jiang, after we came back together, Young Master Tang was furious and re-examining Zhang Xincheng with you on the first day, but he never came back after he went home. Doesn't this seem like his personality?"

"Has he contacted you in the past few days? Anyway, he has not contacted us."

The more Wang Feng talked, the more he felt that there was something fishy about this matter, and unknowingly he walked in front of Jiang Kaichen.

Jiang Kaichen then picked up the mobile phone he had thrown in the corner and started to look through it. He had been in a daze these past few days, completely focused on finding Tang Wenwan's whereabouts, and hadn't looked at his mobile phone for a long time.

A bunch of messages flashed across the screen. He clicked on Tang Wensong's profile picture. It was indeed a little strangely quiet.

Jiang Kaichen rubbed his brows and began to pace back and forth in the office.

"Mr. Jiang, I guess Mr. Tang is not in a hurry anymore. Miss Tang must have found it."

Wang Feng followed for a few steps and finally expressed his guess.

Jiang Kaichen braked and almost knocked Wang Feng down.

He stared at Wang Feng with those eagle eyes, completely disbelieving.

"No...or else...why don't you give Mr. Tang a call and ask?"

Wang Feng was frightened by his stare and suggested in a trembling voice.

Jiang Kaichen was silent for a moment, then turned to the desk and picked up his cell phone.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, have you found my sister?"

The phone rang for a while before it was connected, and the ruffian's voice came lazily from the other end.

"No."

Jiang Kaichen replied coldly.

"Not yet. If you don't keep looking, do you still have time to call me?"

Tang Wensong replied halfheartedly. He had finally found his soul and settled down at home these past two days, and he was in a very relaxed mood.

Jiang Kaichen was silent on the other end of the phone, and what Wang Feng had just said was rapidly forming in his mind.

"You still have the nerve to call me when you can't find me. Hurry up and continue. Otherwise, let's see how you can compensate me for a sister."

After hearing no response from the other end of the phone for a long time, Tang Wensong rolled over comfortably on the sofa before adding.

"Your solo exhibition in Italy has been finalized, and the secondary market has already started promoting it. Please come over to the meeting to schedule the work."

After a long silence, the information coming from Jiang Kaichen's microphone finally stimulated Tang Wensong to sit up from the sofa.

"Really?"

Tang Wensong's voice was trembling with excitement.

As the worst painter in the history of the Tang family, he has always been looked down upon by his grandfather and despised by his father. Finally, he has the opportunity to prove his worth through the market.

"Then I'll come right over, right now, okay?"

Tang Wensong excitedly looked for his slippers and was about to go out.

"Ok!"

Jiang Kaichen hung up the phone with a click.

"Hey, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Tang Wensong, feeling guilty, sat in Jiang Kaichen's conference room. He discovered that the entire conference room was not filled with the work team as usual, but only Jiang Kaichen and Wang Feng. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

"Gentlemen never joke. You are such a big boss, you don't play tricks on me."

Not getting a response, Tang Wensong twisted his body uneasily in his seat, looking at Wang Feng with his eyes.

However, Wang Feng, the whistleblower of the incident, knew that this guy was not someone to be trifled with, so he sat upright and did not dare to look him in the eye.

"Where's Wanwan?"

Jiang Kaichen finally took a shower just now. He felt refreshed, but the grayness and dark circles under his eyes could not be washed away at all.

"Hey... aren't you the one looking for it? I haven't asked you yet!"

Tang Wensong was startled by the question, and trembled as if something was wrong. He didn't dare to look at him directly, so he could only wink at Wang Feng and answer him.

"So, Wanwan is safe?"

Jiang Kaichen asked again, this time his tone was more calm, and he seemed relieved and much more amiable.

"Ok!"

Tang Wensong, who was angry that Wang Feng was like a piece of wood and didn't respond to him, replied reflexively.

"Alas, I didn't say anything!"

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that he had been scammed.

Jiang Kaichen and Wang Feng looked at each other and let out a long breath.

The whole person seemed to have found his soul and regained some of his spirit.

"Go get the team in."

He stared at Tang Wensong for a while before he whispered instructions to Wang Feng in a good mood.

"Ah~ah~ah~ah~did I say anything?"

Tang Wensong, who was already confused, was completely dizzy in the storm of information about whether he had revealed the secret and whether he was going to hold a personal art exhibition.

"Boss Jiang, the old master of the Zhu family wants to see you."

Wang Feng, who had just reached the door of the conference room but was forced to turn back, reported in embarrassment as he backed away.

"Do I need to apply to see my grandson?"

Not getting a response, the old man of the Zhu family pushed Wang Feng away and rushed in on his own.

Jiang Kaichen frowned and looked at Tang Wensong who was still sitting in the conference room.

Tang Wensong, who was full of gossip, finally got excited and started to play tricks on the table:

"I'm not leaving. Ma Buqi is acting out a trick to trick me. He wants to trick my sister out of my life and then ignore my exhibition. I'm not leaving until we have a conclusion to this matter today."

Jiang Kaichen curled the corners of his mouth and ignored him. He leaned back in his chair and turned to look at Old Master Zhu with an inquiring look, as if to say, "Just say it if you have something to say."

In front of outsiders, facing Jiang Kaichen's disapproving attitude, the old man and Wang Feng were very embarrassed.

Seeing that the boss had no intention of inviting the old man to sit in his office, he had no choice but to help the old man sit down on the chair at the door and silently closed the door of the conference room again.

Old Master Zhu sat down and quickly calmed down. He glanced at Tang Wensong and looked straight at Jiang Kaichen and said:

"You're going to talk here?"

Jiang Kaichen also glanced at Tang Wensong who was excited, and suddenly the little face holding the melon and reading gossip on the night of the auction appeared in his mind.

"Go ahead."

The unconscious softness in his tone startled him.

He looked at the old man with cold eyes, and a hint of coldness appeared on the corners of his mouth again.

Old Master Zhu was a little confused by his ups and downs. He pursed his lips and weighed the matter before speaking:

"When are you going home?"

Jiang Kaichen raised his eyebrows and saw from the corner of his eye that although Tang Wensong didn't say anything, his mouth was wide open.

"Do I still have a home?"

He asked back without any joy or sadness, looking at the panic in the old man's eyes with a stable emotion.

"What happened in the past is in the past. Grandpa will apologize to you."

Time froze for several seconds, and then Old Master Zhu sighed and softened his voice.

"How to compensate?"

Jiang Kaichen pursed his lips and asked with a sneer.

Old Master Zhu was so amused by his laughter that he didn't know how to respond for a moment. He looked at Tang Wensong awkwardly, then at Jiang Kaichen, completely losing the ability to organize his words.

"Are you going back to inherit the family business?"

In the silent and torn air, Tang Wensong, who was just watching the show, suddenly spoke out of curiosity.

"Yes, yes, inherit the family business."

As if he was suddenly enlightened, Old Master Zhu responded hurriedly, fearing that he would be rejected if he was slow.

"Family business?"

Jiang Kaichen raised his eyebrows again and looked at Old Master Zhu

"All my children are gone, so what family business is left for us to inherit?" He looked at the other person with a sneer.

Old Master Zhu was once again at a loss for words after being questioned. His face turned red and white, and he was completely embarrassed.

"But... the Zhu family is your home after all!"

He spoke timidly, his voice so soft that it seemed as if he was speaking to himself and he lacked confidence.

"Ten years ago, I would have liked to hear this."

Jiang Kaichen snorted, his eyes no longer hiding contempt.

The old man shook himself, and his pale hair fell limply on his shoulders, making his face look even uglier.

"Your father doesn't want your future children to have someone else's surname."

After a long time, he finally squeezed out words that he knew were far-fetched.

Jiang Kaichen pressed his hands on the table so hard that veins popped out. All the moments of being spoiled by his parents, all the scenes hidden deep in his heart, came to his mind one by one.

"What's your last name..."

He glanced at Tang Wensong unconsciously, and the girl who asked him if she wanted a hug appeared in his mind again.

"Is it important?" he asked sarcastically.

"Everyone must have roots. Look at the Tang family. It is an aristocratic family that has been passed down for generations."

Seeing that Jiang Kaichen always glanced at Tang Wensong, Old Master Zhu simply used Tang Wensong as a reference.

Tang Wensong felt as if he was being praised for no reason, and nodded with satisfaction to show that he accepted the praise.

Jiang Kaichen didn't know what he was thinking about. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

When he raised his head again, he said to the person outside the door:

"Wang Feng, show the guest out."

Old Master Zhu and Tang Wensong were both a little confused by his reaction.

The old man who was kicked out deceived himself by thinking that it didn't seem like he was being rejected, so he should be able to gain something.

Tang Wensong felt that he had eaten a raw melon, and not only was he a little unsatisfied, but he also felt a little uncomfortable...

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