Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 611 - 612: Live Performance

Even in the family pictures, Shi Lingyan’s face lacked any real smile, having at most a shallow, barely noticeable curve.

Shi Mei flipped through the photos and suddenly spotted one that caught her eye.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, standing together.

It was in this photo that Shi Lingyan’s face finally broke into a rare smile.

Although the smile wasn’t big, it was profound, radiating joy that couldn’t be contained even by a soulless photograph.

He wore a black T-shirt in the summer heat, and black trousers below, his simple outfit perfectly outlining his figure, with a strong-willed woman standing by his side, looking forward.

Without any deliberate poses, this casual shot successfully captured the sense of happiness between them.

That year, she was 23, and he was 24.

Looking at the photo, Shi Mei couldn’t help but gently trace her fingers over it, her lips curving up slightly.

Suddenly, Grandma Shi turned around and saw Shi Mei looking at the photo, startling her before she quickly said, "That is..."

"I know," Shi Mei said with a gentle, smiling voice, "It’s Tang Wu."

Grandma Shi realized that Shi Mei didn’t seem as jealous or displeased as she had expected.

Was she actually... happy?

Grandma Shi suddenly felt that she couldn’t understand.

If she were jealous, she could understand.

Jealousy was predictable—it stemmed from love for Ling Yan, driving envy and resentment.

But strangely, Shi Mei seemed happy, and even... Grandma Shi felt a hint of happiness from her, which was baffling.

Grandma Shi cleared her throat and said, "Yes, Tang Wu, Ling Yan’s first girlfriend. You must know her, she’s really famous. When I was in the United States, people often listened to her music."

Shi Mei’s eyes lit up, "People in the United States listen too? Really?"

"Yes," Grandma Shi replied candidly: "Not just in Chinese Street, but even in Time Square, occasionally her songs are played. Usually, those aren’t very popular back home, tending towards metal rock, like ’Fierce Beast’ and ’Capture,’ which have a broader international audience. But tuneful hits like ’Rest of Life’ and ’Sorrow Fish’ also appear often."

Shi Mei raised her eyebrows slightly, "I see."

"Yes," Grandma Shi answered, then looked at Shi Mei and asked, "Do you write songs yourself sometimes?"

Shi Mei nodded, "Yes, I write often. Sometimes, when I get busy, I forget some inspirations, which is quite regrettable."

Grandma Shi’s eyes brightened, "What songs have you written? Can you tell me?"

"I’ve written a few, but haven’t released them yet." Shi Mei’s eyes curved as she looked back down at the album.

In the album, there were two more photos of Tang Wu.

In one, Tang Wu stood in the middle of the stage, cradling her favorite bass, her head bowed as she plucked the strings.

The other was of Tang Wu sitting by the poolside at Shi Wuzhou’s place, soaking her feet.

Exactly when it was taken, she herself didn’t know.

Seeing her still looking at Tang Wu’s photos, Grandma Shi quickly said, "Why don’t you play something for me? Would that be okay? We have a few instruments at home, both a piano and a guitar."

"Sure," Shi Mei knew what Grandma Shi was worried about and considerately closed the album, "Let’s go with the piano then."