Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Yan Liang was almost knocked down with Shen Jianxi by the powerful force, and his body was supported by a pair of strong hands.

Only after I stood firm could I see Sheng Boyan's gloomy face, which looked like a storm was about to come.

The punch that just hit Shen Jianxi was given by Sheng Boyan.

Shen Jianxi was stunned and his body hit the wall behind him heavily.

He looked up at Sheng Boyan, his face darkened instantly, and he shouted, "Who are you? Why the hell are you here?"

As if he remembered something, he glared at Sheng Boyan as if he was an enemy: "You? You are the one..."

A flash of panic crossed his face. He stared at Sheng Boyan for two seconds, then turned to look at Yan Liang.

Especially when he saw Sheng Boyan supporting Yan Liang and asking her softly if she was injured, he became even more furious. He turned over and rushed over like an arrow, clenching his fists and swinging at Sheng Boyan.

Sheng Boyan gently pushed Yan Liang aside, and instead of dodging, he faced his fist head-on, causing a dull sound in the air.

Shen Jianxi took a few steps back again, then turned around and came up again.

The two men fought each other. Sheng Boyan seemed to be well-trained and calm. Every move he made was just right to avoid Shen Jianxi's attacks and hit different parts of his body accurately.

Yan Liang watched Shen Jianxi being beaten, and every blow seemed to hit her heart. She went up to pull Sheng Boyan, shaking her head at him with tears in her eyes.

Sheng Boyan looked at the pleading in Yan Liang's eyes, clenched his teeth, and uttered a few words from between his teeth: "Don't worry, I can't kill him!"

Yan Liang panicked even more, tears welling up in her eyes. She saw that Sheng Boyan was not taking the initiative to attack, so she kept signaling to Shen Jianxi: "Stop fighting!"

Shen Jianxi was panting and had almost no strength to fight back.

He stared at Sheng Boyan with bloodshot eyes, "Who are you? Why are you with Yan Liang? She is my fiancée!"

"She is my new wife!" Sheng Boyan put his right hand gently on Yanliang's shoulder, speaking in a leisurely tone.

Shen Jianxi was stunned for a moment and cursed: "Bullshit! When did you ..."

As if he suddenly remembered the marriage certificate posted by Yan Liang in his circle of friends, his voice stopped abruptly and he looked at Yan Liang as if seeking confirmation.

Yan Liang glared at him hatefully: "Yes, we just got the marriage certificate and are already a legal couple!"

"What? No!" Shen Jianxi was furious and rushed over to grab Yan Liang like a madman, "You can't marry him! Do you know who he is?"

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Shen Jianxi knew Sheng Boyan?

"You must have seen his name. His name is Shen Jianbei! When you saw his name, didn't you know his relationship with me? You still want to get a marriage certificate with him?" Shen Jianxi's voice broke, and he gestured and yelled.

Yan Liang looked at Sheng Boyan suspiciously.

Sheng Boyan sneered calmly: "You got the wrong person, my name is Sheng Boyan!"

Shen Jianxi's expression froze, and he looked at Sheng Boyan for a few seconds: "Sheng Boyan? You are not Shen Jianbei?"

Sheng Boyan didn't reply to him, but turned around and took the canvas bag from Yan Liang's hand: "Let's go!"

Jiang Xiaomei was afraid of scaring Chenchen, so she had already carried him downstairs.

Yan Liang walked to the elevator and pressed the down button. Shen Jianxi rushed forward again but was blocked by Sheng Boyan.

"Yanliang, you can't leave! Don't go!" Shen Jianxi shouted at Yanliang.

Yan Liang deliberately didn't look at him, making him think that she couldn't hear him, but in fact her heart was already filled with mixed feelings at his voice.

"Get out of here!" Shen Jianxi yelled at Sheng Boyan, "Who the hell are you? You have one day to divorce Yan Liang, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Yan Liang suddenly heard that his threat was exactly the same as that of Old Man Shen, and her chaotic and agitated emotions suddenly calmed down. She turned around and looked at him deeply. It was not until this moment that she saw another side of Shen Jianxi.

Shen Jianxi caught a glimpse of Yan Liang's eyes and was stunned. He immediately made a bitter face and changed it into a sincere and pitiful look: "Yan Liang, please, don't leave me. I will definitely do what I promised you. Believe me!"

Yan Liang gave a sad smile and used sign language to Shen Jianxi: "We are done."

She turned around resolutely, and the elevator door opened. She walked in, followed by Sheng Boyan.

Just as Shen Jianxi was about to squeeze in, Sheng Boyan kicked him far away.

Jiang Xiaomei was holding Chenchen downstairs when she saw Yanliang and the others coming down. She hurried over and asked worriedly, "Yanliang, are you okay? Did that bastard finally let go?"

Yan Liang quickly pulled her towards Sheng Boyan's car, as she was afraid that Sheng Boyan would beat Shen Jianxi who was catching up with them.

Jiang Xiaomei's eyes flashed with anger: "You hold Chenchen in your arms and get in the car first, or I'll chop him to death!"

Yan Liang sighed helplessly and pulled her hard: "Okay, ignore him!"

Jiang Xiaomei got into the car, still complaining about Yan Liang: "You still feel sorry for him? That bastard, I can't get rid of my hatred even if I cut him into pieces!"

Sheng Boyan drove the car, and Yan Liang told him the location of the old house.

The old house is nearly thirty years old and there is not even a property management company in the community.

After Sheng Boyan got off the car, he helped carry the luggage and walked towards Building No. 7. Along the way, he frowned, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yan Liang thought he was still angry with Shen Jianxi, so he didn't dare to provoke him and just went upstairs with Jiang Xiaomei.

The handrails of the stairs were covered with thick dust, and the landings on each floor were cluttered with miscellaneous items, so large that one could barely put one's feet through.

Yan Liang's home is on the fifth floor, with an old iron fence security door and a wooden door with mottled paint behind it.

Opening it with the key, the room was simple and clean, still retaining the furnishings and arrangements from when Yan's mother was alive.

Over the years, Yanliang would come back every week to clean the place.

Jiang Xiaomei started wiping her tears as she entered the door, thinking back to the countless times she came to play before. Mother Yan always cooked lots of delicious food for her and bought her new clothes regularly.

After she started working, especially after Yanliang went to college, she came less often, not only because she was busy, but also because she was a little jealous of Yanliang. Her adoptive mother was just like her biological mother, she was good at studying and could find a decent job after graduating from college. Unlike her, she was abandoned and had to work in a factory to screw screws.

The inferiority complex that arose unconsciously made her visit Yan's mother only once in a long time. When she thought about it now, she felt filled with remorse and her tears flowed even harder.

Yanliang's nose also felt sore. She saw the furnishings in the house, all of which were old things that her mother had used before. She seemed to see her mother smiling dotingly, welcoming her back. She seemed to hear her mother saying distressedly, "My dear daughter, are you tired? Go and take a rest. Mom will make you dumplings with your favorite clam filling."

She couldn't help but bend down, squat on the ground, bury her head between her knees, and sob bitterly.

Jiang Xiaomei started crying, and Chenchen also joined in the fun.

A large and powerful hand covered Yanliang's shoulder, and the warmth from the palm came through the fabric.

A calm and magnetic voice came to my ears: "Come home with me!"