Chapter 388 Acknowledgement
The light that filled the hall was like the stars scattered from the sky, shining on the soft red carpet.
On the magnificent platform, there was only one passage extending to Mr. Sheng's side. The starlight was like fine diamond powder, sprinkling on Jiang Wanrou and Mr. Sheng.
As Mr. Sheng finished speaking, Jiang Wanrou, who had been standing quietly at the side door of the banquet hall, was captured by the extremely bright light. Like a star in the center of the stage, she instantly became the focus of the entire audience.
Jiang Zhiyue was not by her side, and she understood that she could not rely on Jiang Zhiyue forever. This was something Jiang Wanrou had to face alone - her father.
Her father stretched out his hand to her and called her affectionately, "Yue'er, my daughter, welcome home."
The whole audience burst into warm applause that lasted for a long time, as if the tide was about to drown Jiang Wanrou.
She has experienced too much bitterness and cold eyes in her life and tasted the bitterest taste of life. In order to survive, she lives like a quail. Under the pressure of life, her dignity is ruthlessly trampled upon.
Jiang Wanrou's life seemed to have never seen the light, but at this moment, the dazzling light in the hall surrounded her.
With every step she took forward, the light followed, as if paving an unprecedented bright road for her.
"The protagonist today is mom, not me. This is your life."
These words rang vaguely in Jiang Wanrou's ears. She was already in tears. The tears that could not be wiped away splashed onto the red carpet and were drowned by the light.
Old Master Sheng looked at Jiang Wanrou from afar with a loving gaze, and he couldn't help but be moved by this.
In the dim corner, Sheng Huaian's expression changed slightly. He turned around and looked around for the girl. The light and shadow floated up and down, and it was dark all around. He couldn't find Jiang Zhiyue.
Jiang Wanrou's cheeks were wet and her vision was blurred. She walked forward step by step until she stood next to Mr. Sheng.
When she turned around, countless flashes were shooting at her. Contrary to what everyone expected, after Jiang Wanrou had been carefully dressed up, the most attractive parts of her facial features were illuminated by the lights.
She stood side by side with Mr. Sheng. Their similar eyebrows and face shapes were the best interpretation of their blood connection.
A white satin dress, noble and decent.
Her gentle and moving temperament is like the passage of time, recreating the elegant charm of the late lady.
The applause was accompanied by a whisper. No one questioned Jiang Wanrou's identity, but only marveled at her beauty.
Shengyue...Everyone knew her name, and she finally found her roots, her home.
Jiang Zhiyue stood in the corridor on the third floor, staring intently, with a faint crystal in her eyes.
In the past years, she was the only one who knew what Jiang Wanrou had been through. She was the only one who understood that after escaping death many times, Jiang Wanrou had exhausted half of her life's strength the moment she stepped onto the platform.
If they make one wrong move, they will all die without a burial place.
Jiang Zhiyue was sincerely happy for her. A drop of crystal tears rolled down her cheek and landed on the man's fingertips.
"Such a grand scene, do you feel it's like our wedding?" With a hint of rebellious tone, Gu Zhaoye stroked her cheek with his fingertips, but he seemed unable to control the strength and was a little clumsy.
He stroked her gently and found that he could not stop her tears, which wet his palms and his heart.
"If you can't make people laugh, don't force yourself to tell jokes."
The girl's long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her tears were like pearls.
Only Gu Zhaoye could see this moment when she was most vulnerable.
"Isn't this like the game of hide-and-seek we played as kids? No matter where you hide, I can find you." Gu Zhaoye said as the light reflected on the platform.
Gu Zhaoye reached out and hugged the girl, "I am also sincerely happy for Aunt Jiang."
Her delicate face was pressed against Gu Zhaoye's chest, and her heart was beating wildly. It was a heartbeat that belonged only to Gu Zhaoye.
It was this seemingly petite body that pushed Jiang Wanrou to the platform. How could Gu Zhaoye not know the danger involved? He couldn't help but think that if he hadn't shot impulsively, he would have more freedom to stay with her.
Will she shed fewer tears and smile more?
"Zhiyue, don't cry." He comforted her clumsily, "Ignore the rumors. You are the most qualified person to accompany Aunt Jiang. You are her life, not a burden, and you cannot be defined by those boring labels."
"You are not Aunt Jiang's stain."
He held her face in his hands and coaxed her in the softest voice.
"You should walk this section of the road with Aunt Jiang."
With just a glance, Jiang Zhiyue could always see through Gu Zhaoye's thoughts. Her thoughts had never been seen through by Gu Zhaoye before, but this time the situation was finally reversed.
She said, “I’m just happy.”
Gu Zhaoye, "I am happier than you."
He held her tightly in his arms again, as if she would merge into his own flesh and blood, and he was reluctant to let her go, "Zhiyue..."
He called her name again and again, but he slowly loosened his grip.
Gu Zhaoye suddenly pushed the girl.
Jiang Zhiyue's body couldn't help but stagger for a moment. When she grabbed the railing steadily, she looked back in surprise and found that Gu Zhaoye's figure had merged into the darkness.
At this moment, a beam of light like a miracle from heaven illuminated Jiang Zhiyue. Looking down from a corner high in the sky, Jiang Zhiyue felt as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at her.
The girl wears a crown on her head, and her beauty seems to transcend the boundaries of this world. No words can describe this beautiful picture.
Unlike the calmness on her face in the past, at this moment the beauty stood with tears in her eyes, her clear eyes were crystal clear and pure without a trace of impurities.
Her appearance instantly caught everyone's attention.
A louder and hoarse voice sounded from the podium, "I am honored to introduce to you my daughter, Jiang Zhiyue."
"Since her birth, she has given me hope and supported me through the days and nights of the past thirty years. I dare not give up the hope until I die. My life."
Jiang Wanrou picked up the microphone stand and, ignoring the surprised look of Mr. Sheng beside her, spoke these words in a halting and extremely firm manner.
"It's my daughter who spent her life to find the truth for me... to give me justice... She is the one who should be standing here."
"Admit it..." Jiang Wanrou stared at Mr. Sheng, and Mr. Sheng's face looked ugly several times.
Jiang Zhiyue is an illegitimate daughter after all, and this was her voluntary choice.
She didn't want to be a stain on Jiang Wanrou and was unwilling to go on stage, which just happened to be in line with Mr. Sheng's wishes.
"Admit it!" Jiang Wanrou's voice rose again.
Mr. Sheng had no choice but to nod.
This scene instantly caused the audience to burst into applause that was even more enthusiastic than before, and the applause echoed throughout the hall for a long time.
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