Ye Tiao stared at her, "Is she really still alive?"
"Yes," Shi Mei answered calmly.
Ye Tiao, having received a confirmed answer, felt much more at ease.
Indeed, after all, it had been three years.
If Tang Wu could have come back to find her, she would have done so by now.
But she still hadn’t appeared, yet she had entrusted her lifesaver to her.
Wasn’t this again a display of Tang Wu’s dependency and trust in her?
Trying to calm herself, Ye Tiao took a deep breath and said, "If what you’re saying is true, I can help you."
"No problem, give me two months, and I will make your bar thrive again."
Ye Tiao looked up, a bit surprised, and when she saw the unwavering determination in her eyes, she silently laughed.
Thinking of flying before even learning to walk?
Truly a person of Tang Wu’s, indeed her type.
Ye Tiao had long wanted to dismiss that lifeless resident singer, but she couldn’t afford anyone better and just dragged it along.
Now she directly dismissed that person and took out a guitar from her private collection.
When Shi Mei received the guitar, a sense of familiarity surged through her.
She sat on the stage, surveying the room.
"Hello everyone," Shi Mei’s clear voice echoed, "I am Senior Sister, thank you for visiting Giant Bar."
Such a unique voice made everyone in the vicinity turn their heads.
The few scattered groups of customers didn’t react much upon seeing the change, except for the man who had just flirted with her, who looked a bit surprised.
Isn’t she the boss’s girlfriend?
And she’s doing a gig too?
"I am honored to be the lead singer at Giant Bar, and I am fortunate that the boss has lent me this guitar which Tang Wu loved dearly."
At the mention of that name, the crowd’s attention was once again captivated.
"This bar was originally opened by Tang Wu, and she and the boss are good friends. It’s not strange that she has her guitar here."
"That Senior Sister is too much, just play the guitar, why bring up Tang Wu!" a girl’s voice choked as her eyes landed on the guitar in Shi Mei’s hands, "That’s the red LOWDEN folk guitar Tang Wu used at her concert."
Shi Mei heard the girl’s words and chuckled, "Yes, Tang Wu used this guitar at the Rest of Life concert, which was her last concert before she passed away, prepared over two years. During that concert, Tang Wu was proposed to."
At that time, Shi Lingyan had orchestrated the entire event, keeping only Tang Wu in the dark.
At the end of the concert, as Tang Wu was paying tribute with tears, suddenly fireworks exploded overhead.
The hall erupted in cheers!
It seemed as if all the brilliance of the world revolved around her, swirling down upon her.
That man, who held a significant place in her life, descended from the sky in front of her.
With his deep, dark eyes, he approached her, step by step.
Finally, on bended knee before her, he held out a sparkling ring and looked deeply into her eyes, his magnetic voice filling the hall.
He said, "When I was 22, I bet your dad that you would marry me by 23, otherwise, I would join his troops; later, I enlisted."
The audience laughed.
"Later, I bet your mom that you’d marry me by 25, otherwise, I would help her in the garden; later, I became your family’s gardener."
Tang Wu also secretly started to smile.
"This time, I’m betting myself that you’ll marry me, or else..."
"Or else what?" Tang Wu raised an eyebrow.
Shi Lingyan seemed to think for a long time, finally smiling resignedly, "What else can I do? I just have to find someone else to bet with."
His voice of resignation carried a profound doting tone.
In such a setting, it nevertheless brought tears to Tang Wu’s eyes.
"Marry me, Tang Wu," Shi Lingyan, holding her hand with eyes full of affection, his voice deep and intoxicating like wine, "let me win just this once, okay?"
The crowd shouted in unison.
Tang Wu’s heart felt sweet as honey, and she blushed and nodded her head.
But in the end, she realized that she was the only one who truly gave her heart.
Don’t forget to leave a recommendation as you pass by!