Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 212 - 213: Xiao Wu is Still Alive!

Shi Lingyan’s steps faltered for a moment. He seemed to smile, then again, perhaps he did not.

Immediately after, he walked on.

Bai Yuejie watched Shi Lingyan’s receding figure, feeling as if something turbulent was surging within her chest, almost bursting forth.

So many years had passed, yet Tang Wu remained irreplaceable in his heart.

But she was dead.

Thankfully, she was dead.

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The musical slowly reached its finale.

Granny Tang and Grandpa Tang watched the curtain call on stage and finally couldn’t help but applaud. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"It truly surpasses the old military cultural troupe’s dance ensemble," Granny Tang couldn’t help but feel nostalgic as she laughed, "Times are always changing, we must acknowledge that."

In his youth, Grandpa Tang had been a legendary figure in the army owning to his conspicuous military achievements, leading a division alone into the charge and fray.

Granny Tang, on the other hand, had been the belle of the military cultural troupe. The line of suitors coveting her was longer than the entire troupe.

However, the two of them had grown up together within the same compound since they were very young. The fact that they ended up together became a lovely story told throughout the troops, envied by everyone.

Their affection for each other had never changed over the years.

Hearing his spouse’s words, Grandpa Tang’s face was filled with a smiling expression as he took her hand and whispered, "You still dance the best, what is this compared to you?"

Granny Tang was a little flustered, "What are you saying? We’re both old now. One has to accept aging."

"No matter how old, you’re still the best to me," Grandpa Tang spoke in a low voice, "These youngsters are too frivolous, lacking the demeanor of great generals."

Granny Tang couldn’t help but laugh, pushing him gently.

"Granny, Grandpa!" Tang Jingming suddenly appeared from nowhere, interrupting the old couple’s private conversation.

Grandpa Tang was somewhat displeased and gave the lad a sharp swat, "Old enough to be sensible, yet you never seem to settle down."

Tang Jingming felt wronged, "What do you mean? I’ve neither killed nor set fire to anything, how am I not steady?"

"Humph," Grandpa Tang was discontent, "You think you’re steady? Look at Ling Yan; at your age, he was in the military fighting enemies. And look at you now..."

"If it weren’t for Uncle’s trickery, telling him my sister likes men in the military, men with a masculine appeal, he wouldn’t have enlisted," he said, before realizing he might have spoken about something he shouldn’t have.

Tang Jingming was a little annoyed, thinking about how to change the subject when suddenly, the familiar intro of a song played through the speakers.

The bold electric guitar and the deep, raspy bass twisted together, scattering with the petals in the center of the stage.

Such a melody was familiar not only to Tang Jingming but also to many in the audience who could identify it instantly.

It was one of Tang Wu’s signature songs, "Crown."

Everyone’s gaze converged on the stage.

In the next instant, from the dark backdrop of the stage, a woman stepped forward against the light. With a voice familiar to the bone, her singing erupted as she appeared, sending shivers down the spine.

It was... Tang Wu’s voice!

Everyone could hardly believe it when, following that, Tang Wu’s face appeared on the large screen on stage.

Tang Jingming recognized her at a glance.

After seeing her face clearly, he couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath.

She dared to appear so brazenly. Was this woman not worried for her life?

"Is this... Xiao Wu?" Granny Tang’s trembling voice rang in his ear.

Tang Jingming felt a jolt in his chest and turned around to find Granny Tang with tears streaming down her face, "Xiao Wu is alive, she’s still alive!"