Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 219 - 220: She... is Tang Wu!

Bai Yuejie’s sudden collapse shocked everyone around her to the point where they almost jumped.

Oh no! I almost forgot that Bai Yuejie has heart disease. How could I let her listen to such a piece!

But this also indirectly proves Senior Sister’s skills!

She could induce a heart attack with just a single piece of music; the stern intent within it was almost tangible, hitting everyone full force.

Those who originally wanted to say more were completely silenced.

The rescue team surged forward, and at the same time, the auditorium was involuntarily filled with thunderous applause.

The battle at Gaixia, Ten Sides Ambush.

Senior Sister performed it thoroughly and impeccably.

Tang Jingming, watching from a distance, said to Granny Tang, "Granny, I think she looks like my sister."

Granny Tang thought so too.

But that was not something you could easily say.

Moreover, Tang Wu’s skills on the lute were evidently not as profound as Senior Sister’s.

Though Tang Wu was talented, she had been too successful from a young age, which resulted in her lack of patience.

Compared to Senior Sister, Tang Wu seemed somewhat impatient.

She could never perform such a somber scene.

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Shi Mei stood up holding the lute, her red lips no longer smiled.

She bowed to the audience, then moved her chair back to the piano.

The lights were extinguished once again, leaving the stage in complete darkness.

Shi Lingyan clenched the paper in his hand, the veins on his arm bulged, his knuckles turning white, as he stared at the woman on stage as if trying to see through her.

"Block her."

"Yes!" Yun Du did not delay and immediately went to get people.

Ye Tiao, who had been feigning death on the side, quietly moved to the side upon hearing this.

Just as she was about to slip away, Shi Lingyan turned around. His icy gaze rooted her to the spot.

Shi Lingyan turned and walked towards Ye Tiao, step by step.

Ye Tiao felt uneasy.

She had never understood Shi Lingyan, especially now. She thought he should be angry, yet there was no trace of emotion on Shi Lingyan’s face, completely unreadable.

Ye Tiao immediately offered a flattery smile, "What’s wrong, Mr. Shi? Any instructions?"

Shi Lingyan stared at her and said word for word, "She looks a lot like Tang Wu."

"Oh, really?" Ye Tiao looked skyward, "I hadn’t noticed, uh haha..."

"The handwriting is similar, and so is the person."

Such artistic skill, such control over the stage, and being able to perfectly perform Tang Wu’s songs, it couldn’t be simple.

This person might just be a fan of Tang Wu.

Or perhaps, an artist deliberately imitating Tang Wu to gain popularity.

But in the depths of Shi Lingyan’s mind, there was a terrifying possibility that made his blood boil—yet he was afraid to touch it.

She... is Tang Wu!

But as soon as this thought arose, Shi Lingyan forcefully suppressed it.

He dared not think it.

Tang Wu had been gone for three years. If she knew he mistook someone else for her, imagine how upset she would be.

Ye Tiao, hearing Shi Lingyan’s words, felt a bit defiant, "Her face is covered with a mask, how would you know?"

Watching Ye Tiao’s evasive behavior, Shi Lingyan’s heart pounded faster, unable to resist asking her: "Is Tang Wu still alive?"

But if Tang Wu were still alive, why wouldn’t she show herself?