The moment that face appeared on the big screen, the entire audience erupted, and screams arose from all sides.
Waves of noise assaulted them, the excited emotions from below impossible to suppress, as Tang Gu felt their craziness and enthusiasm clearly.
These emotions were all because of her!
Realizing this, Tang Gu’s heartbeat sped up even more, and she couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips no matter what.
This was the feeling Tang Wu had experienced before, being the center of attention, adored by tens of millions.
This feeling was wonderful.
"Is that Tang Wu, but hasn’t Tang Wu already passed away?"
"It’s Tang Wu, it’s definitely Tang Wu, she looks exactly the same, even the singing voice is identical!"
"No way, this sounds just like the live performance from ’Rest of Life Loves Wu,’ this version is the best rendition of the song, it’s even my phone ringtone!"
"The person on stage has got to be Tang Wu! Tang Wu is really still alive, ahhhhhh!"
Granny Tang trembled with excitement, and Grandpa Tang, like many others, stared at the woman on stage and couldn’t come back to his senses for a long time.
Tang Jingming cursed under his breath and steadied Granny Tang, saying, "That’s not my sister, please take a closer look!"
Tears streaming down her face, Granny Tang protested, "How could it not be her, that’s your sister’s voice, it’s only been a few years since she left, couldn’t you recognize her?"
"Granny!" Tang Jingming couldn’t help but raise his voice, "It really is sister’s song, but it’s not that woman on stage singing it, they are not the same person at all!"
Granny Tang was old, and her eyes were no longer as they once were.
With her grandson’s shout, Granny Tang calmed down and looked up seriously towards the stage.
Indeed, she hadn’t observed closely before, but now, with careful discernment, she could easily distinguish the differences from Xiao Wu.
The features were similar, yes, but more scattered, and though similar, they were not as exquisite as Xiao Wu’s.
But let’s not dwell on that for now.
Underneath that giant screen, that near-exaggerated smile on the lips, carrying a sense of pride and airy satisfaction, was clearly the expression of a frog at the bottom of a well, blinded by vanity.
The spark of hope in Grandpa Tang and Granny Tang’s hearts plummeted to rock bottom, their emotions couldn’t be lifted again.
But the people around them who didn’t know the truth were still going crazy, and the media, thrilled beyond measure, began to snap pictures, record, and even broadcast live!
This was the second crazy news for them after the incident with Shi Lingyan’s wife.
This was Tang Wu, after all!
The number one queen in the music scene back in the day!
All these years, no one had broken Tang Wu’s records.
And now, after ’passing away’ for a full three years, her status was still irreplaceable!
But now, the living woman appeared before them, and they were the media who had obtained the exclusive, how could they not be excited!
Shi Lingyan noticed the madness around him, and his eyes grew colder, "Go, pull her down."
Shi Lingyan, watching Tang Gu on the stage, proud and losing herself, slowly said, "Tear off her face."
Yun Du swallowed hard, nodded immediately, and turned around.
"Wait," Ye Tiao stopped Yun Du’s path, smiling brilliantly, "Mr. Shi, why be so angry, it wasn’t easy for someone to impersonate her so well, how about we let her enjoy the limelight for a bit?"
"Some people, you see, just want to climb up high, so why not let her fall where she climbed up from," Ye Tiao said with a smile and handed him a folded paper, "Senior Sister asked me to give you this Little Love Letter."
Shi Lingyan’s gaze was cold as he glanced at her and took it casually.
As he unfolded the note and saw the handwriting on it, Shi Lingyan’s pupils shrank violently, and his fingers clenched suddenly.
Every stroke was forceful and majestic, as if penetrating the paper, each line carried an intense, bone-deep intimacy, and the familiar feeling hit him all at once.
This was... Tang Wu’s handwriting!
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