Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife
Chapter 314 - 315: The End, Also the Rebirth [Additional - ]

Chapter 314: Chapter 315: The End, Also the Rebirth [Additional Chapter]

Tang Wu liked to drink, especially fancy cocktails.

She loved dropping by just to sit, have a little drink, and watch the young men.

And three years ago, Shi Lingyan used to frequent Giant Bar, largely to nab people.

Sometimes he’d catch someone red-handed; other times, he could only grab a drunken woman, who’d giggle stupidly and act wildly while sprawling on him.

After three years, Shi Lingyan stepped into this place once again, feeling as though everything had become somewhat unfamiliar.

Behind Ye Tiao’s desk, behind the transparent cabinet, was a trophy Tang Wu had treasured like a jewel back in the day.

On it were five rough and bold characters—"Grand Slam Best Actress."

The trophy was well-preserved, gleaming, and spotless.

Shi Lingyan’s gaze lingered on it for a long while before moving away to the large computer screen.

The note had a username and password, as well as a user platform.

Shi Lingyan followed the directions on the note to open the webpage, and after entering the password, quickly accessed the secretive web drive rumored to hold Tang Wu’s secrets.

A web drive only Tang Wu knew of, with passwords only Tang Wu knew.

When exactly this thing came into existence, Shi Lingyan had absolutely no idea.

Once he opened it, a row of 7 folders was clearly visible—one look made their contents obvious.

Demo

Daily Videos

WeChat Conversation History

Text Messages & Call Records

Work Videos

Lick Lick Lick

Affair Plan

Among the seven folders, Shi Lingyan’s eyes immediately caught the last one.

These four words drew all his attention, and he clicked this one without hesitation.

’Dong’—please enter the 6-digit password!

Shi Lingyan: "..."

Already on such a private drive, and there’s still a password to open it?

Was this woman afraid that he might stumble upon it and snoop without permission?

Shi Lingyan thought for a moment, typing in a few passwords Tang Wu often used.

Her birthday.

’Dong’

Password incorrect, you have 5 more attempts

The anniversary of the Tang Sect’s establishment.

’Dong’

Password incorrect, you have 4 more attempts

The last six digits of her national ID number.

’Dong’

Password incorrect, you have 3 more attempts

Shi Lingyan: "..."

After pondering for a bit, Shi Lingyan closed this folder and decided to open the previous one, Lick Lick Lick.

This one had no password.

After opening it, a whole heap of photos appeared right inside the folder.

All... of men.

Black, white, Asian—all muscle-bound, each wearing a cheeky grin.

Shi Lingyan: "Heh, what’s there to ’lick’ about these, no taste whatsoever."

The mouse scrolled down, and soon a familiar face appeared.

The man in the photo wore a crisply erect military uniform, standing before the national flag, leading a salute with a group of soldiers.

The file name was: Ah Ling at his most handsome...

A sense of relief finally washed over Shi Lingyan as he looked further down.

He was dressed in camo gear, holding an 88-style sniper rifle, with camouflage paint on his face, aiming ahead.

Shi Lingyan raised an eyebrow—this seemed like it was during a drill, but when had she taken this photo secretly?

The file name below read: Oh my, why is my man so handsome

Involuntarily, a smile curved the corners of Shi Lingyan’s lips as he continued looking down, and the next vast series of photos were all of him.

Standing, sitting, sleeping, reading, cleaning his gun, even fresh from a shower or exercising.

A total of more than two thousand.

The further he looked, the gentler Shi Lingyan’s eyes became.

Because the file names below were consistently Ah Ling, my man, Little Lingzi, and the like, without exception, all from three years or more ago.

Suddenly, the last photo’s overall style was starkly different.

It was a photo of a tombstone, Tang Wu’s smile as radiant and captivating as ever.

The loving daughter Tang Wu’s grave.

The file name was: The end, yet a rebirth.

Shi Lingyan’s heart suddenly felt as if it had been heavily struck by something, leaving him with an almost suffocating pain.

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