Tang Wu was already dead, so what was this "Little Tang Wu"?
Shi Mei had an ominous premonition growing in her heart.
They soon arrived at the destination.
It was a very upscale Chinese restaurant.
Shi Mei followed Bai Yuejie into a private room, where a woman was already waiting inside.
Seeing Bai Yuejie, the woman was clearly overjoyed, "Miss Bai."
When Shi Mei clearly saw her face, her pupils silently shrank.
The contours of her features and her face shape looked, at first glance, as if she was indeed seeing Tang Wu.
Even the mole under her right eye was identical.
But upon closer inspection, it was evident she was not Tang Wu.
Although the resemblance of her appearance was seven or eight parts similar, the essence and temperament were far off.
Her double eyelids had yet to fully recover, bearing the obvious marks of surgery.
It wasn’t just the eyelids; the dimples on her cheeks also appeared extremely unnatural.
Her smile ought to have been radiant, but somehow it conveyed an indescribable eeriness.
When ’Little Tang Wu’ saw Shi Mei, her smile stiffened, "She is..."
"A friend," Bai Yuejie sat down, "I brought her to meet Tang Wu."
Upon hearing this, Little Tang Wu touched her face satisfactorily and said, "I had my eyelids done several months ago, and in another month, there will be no problem attending ’Behind the Scenes Star’. I’ll be counting on you then, Miss Bai."
Little Tang Wu felt a sense of elation.
She naturally resembled Tang Wu quite a bit and, with a few ’tips’ from Bai Yue, had undergone minor adjustments. Now, everyone around her was praising her for being exactly like Tang Wu.
What was even more rare was that she wasn’t just a look-alike.
She had also managed to master seven or eight parts of Tang Wu’s singing techniques.
She had put a lot of effort into becoming this ’Little Tang Wu’.
While speaking, Little Tang Wu poured tea for Bai Yuejie, fawningly saying, "It’s just that I want to change the name I debut under."
Seeing ’Little Tang Wu’ with that face, showing such a sycophantic expression, Shi Mei felt like she had swallowed a fly.
Bai Yuejie took the tea as if surprised, "You’re not satisfied with the name I picked for you?"
’Little Tang Wu’ responded, "Tang Gu is not bad either, and it sounds close to Tang Wu, but I still feel it isn’t quite right."
Shi Mei wished she could strangle her.
Tang Wu, Tang Gu—these two names were obviously related upon hearing them.
Besides, considering Bai Yuejie’s attitude, she was apparently set on promoting this ’Little Tang Wu’.
Using a dead person to gain popularity—nice move!
Bai Yuejie seemed completely oblivious to Shi Mei’s sullenness and asked the woman opposite her, "Then what do you want to be called?"
"I want to be called Tang Wu, Wu as in dance."
Shi Mei’s eyelid twitched, and her hand hidden under the table clenched slightly.
"Tang Wu?" Bai Yuejie frowned and shook her head, "No, that won’t do."
’Little Tang Wu’ was clearly disappointed, "Why not?"
"Do you know how many fans Tang Wu has?" Bai Yuejie regarded her, "If you dare use that name on debut, Tang Wu’s fans will definitely drive you to a dead end."
"Isn’t that an exaggeration?"
Bai Yuejie put down the teacup, her smile still warm, "You’re welcome to try."
Although Tang Wu was dead, her music lived on.
Her fans treated her music as faith, as hope.
If a high imitation of Tang Wu appeared at this time, one could imagine the fighting power.
’Little Tang Wu’ was frightened, stammering, "Then... when can I meet Mr. Shi?"
Her existence was not just for hyping the show and achieving fame and glory.
Her ultimate goal was that man at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
True Tang Wu: Damn it, I’m going to tear her apart!
Fake Tang Wu: Dead already, just stay put, will you? :)