Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Arriving at the design director's office, Yan Liang knocked on the door twice, and only pushed it open when he heard someone say "Come in".

Director Han Jinghua was staring at the tablet in a daze. He heard the noise and looked up to see Yan Liang. He was stunned for a moment, then put on a smile and came over.

When she got closer to Yan Liang, she noticed that she looked depressed and there seemed to be traces of tears on her face. She asked Yan Liang to sit on the sofa and was about to make coffee, but Yan Liang hurriedly stopped her.

Her eyes seemed to indicate that she had something to say that she was not able to express, and Yan Liang's heart began to tighten.

Han Jinghua didn't know sign language, and just as she was about to type on the tablet for Yan Liang to see, the door was pushed open.

Wang Qingwan came in swayingly in a cherry red low-necked tight skirt. She was not surprised at all to see Yan Liang there, as if she had known about it for a long time, or she came to see Yan Liang.

Yan Liang wondered why she appeared in the company, and felt even more uneasy.

"Ms. Han, have you told her?" Wang Qingwan asked Han Jinghua in a haughty tone.

Han Jinghua's eyes were filled with a hint of resistance: "Director Wang, I haven't had time to speak yet. Miss Yan just walked in."

Yan Liang looked at them strangely. Why did Han Jinghua call Wang Qingwan "Director"?

Wang Qingwan waved her hand impatiently: "Go ahead and do your work. I'll do the talking."

Han Jinghua immediately picked up her phone and went out, and in her hurry she gave Yan Liang a strange look, which Yan Liang couldn't understand.

"Oh, it's so hard to talk to you!" Wang Qingwan sneered in disdain, but Yan Liang just looked at her indifferently.

Yan Liang had a feeling that she would not have anything good to tell her. Wang Qingwan's marriage to Shen Jianxi helped him regain control of the company. Even if Shen Jianxi would not do anything to Yan Liang, with Wang Qingwan's personality, she would naturally not turn a blind eye to her.

If you can't avoid something, then face it bravely. This is Yanliang's consistent attitude towards things.

While thinking, Wang Qingwan had already typed a string of words and held it in front of Yan Liang: "From today on, I am the design director here. I now declare that you are fired!"

Yanliang opened his mouth and looked at her in disbelief.

Wang Qingwan raised her eyebrows and continued typing: "Brother Jianxi and I are already engaged, you are completely eliminated! Be smart and get out of here, don't try to be petty!"

Yan Liang curled his lips and sneered. Was he going to show off in front of her? Stand in front of her as a winner, and then kick her out?

Was Han Jinghua transferred or did she resign? Yan Liang remembered that she was still very capable, which was a pity.

"Also, I'd like to inform you that you have been disqualified from participating in the Fall Costume Contest. The reason is: you plagiarized my work!"

When Yan Liang saw this line of words, he was stunned for a moment, then read it again from beginning to end, and looked at Wang Qingwan in confusion, his clear and bright eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Wang Qingwan raised her chin proudly: "Don't understand? You plagiarized my work!"

Wang Qingwan slowed down her speech for the last sentence, speaking it word by word to Yan Liang.

Yan Liang made a questioning sign: "How is it possible?"

"Haha," Wang Qingwan laughed wantonly, "If I say you plagiarized, then you plagiarized. If you have the guts, can you produce evidence to refute it?"

Anger surged in Yanliang's chest. This was a blatant theft of her work!

Yan Liang almost blurted out to curse her, when he suddenly saw Shen Jianxi standing behind her.

He didn't know when he came in. Perhaps it was when Han Jinghua went out. Yan Liang seemed to be suddenly acupunctured by a martial arts master from a distance. His mouth opened but no sound came out.

Shen Jianxi stared at Yan Liang gloomily. The coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes were like a sharp knife, stirring in Yan Liang's heart, making it bloody and bruised.

Yan Liang covered her chest in pain. It was the first time she saw Shen Jianxi looking at her like this. Although his eyes were angry yesterday, they contained pleading, unlike the cold eyes at this moment.

The indoor air-conditioning temperature was too low, and Yanliang was shivering with cold.

"Also," Wang Qingwan smiled and put her hand into Shen Jianxi's arm, glancing at Yan Liang, "The last time you gave the company the design drawings, a large number of clothes were made that were unsalable and are piled up in the warehouse. You must compensate the company for the loss of one million."

Yan Liang didn't care about the gloating tone and provocative eyes. Her eyes seemed to be attracted to Shen Jianxi's face.

With tears in her eyes, she asked Shen Jianxi in sign language, "What's the matter with plagiarism? You know that I spent more than a month drawing the design bit by bit, how could I plagiarize her?! You can testify for me, right?"

Shen Jianxi dodged his gaze for a moment, then quickly looked at Yan Liang again. His eyes seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing down on Yan Liang's chest.

Wang Qingwan saw Shen Jianxi and Yan Liang looking at each other, jealousy flashed in her eyes, and she reached out and pushed Yan Liang's shoulder hard: "From today on, you are fired, and you have to compensate the company for one million losses. Did you hear that? Oh, you are a deaf-mute and can't hear! Ha, for Jianxi's sake, I won't pursue the matter of your plagiarism, get out of here!"

Yan Liang was pushed back a step, and seeing Shen Jianxi said nothing about it and tacitly agreed with Wang Qingwan's words, he suddenly felt disheartened.

"Why are you still standing there? I told you to get out!" Wang Qingwan screamed. Yan Liang and Shen Jianxi looked at each other with eyes as if they were pricked by needles and were furious.

Yan Liang raised his hand and slapped Wang Qingwan's face, which was delicately made up. There was a loud and crisp slap.

Wang Qingwan was stunned. The wooden expression on Shen Jianxi's face was broken. He leaned to the side to protect Wang Qingwan and glared at Yan Liang: "What are you doing? Apologize quickly!"

Yanliang pulled out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the grease off his hands. The powder he applied was too thick and it all got on his hands.

“Ah——” Wang Qingwan came back to her senses and rushed towards Yan Liang like crazy, “You bitch! You dare to hit me? I’ll kill you!”

Shen Jianxi hugged Wang Qingwan in time and refused to let go even though she swung her arms and legs desperately.

"Yanliang, apologize quickly!" Shen Jianxi's beautiful peach blossom eyes were tinged with a layer of coldness.

Yan Liang sneered, his gestures full of storms: "Apologize? You got it wrong, isn't she supposed to apologize to me? If she dares to steal my work, I don't mind taking her to court!"

"I'm going to kill you! Ah - let me go! Shen Jianxi, how dare you side with her?" Wang Qingwan yelled violently, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, her waving hand hit Shen Jianxi's face.

A cold light flashed across Shen Jianxi's eyes, disappearing like a meteor.

Yan Liang glanced at Shen Jianxi in disappointment and rushed out the door without looking back.

After running out of the building and standing in the hot air, Yan Liang's mind was still replaying the image of Shen Jianxi's sullen face. His wooden expression and complicated eyes seemed to be infinitely magnified and imprinted in Yan Liang's memory.

There are dark clouds rolling in the sky and thunder can be heard faintly. It is about to rain.

Yan Liang was in a state of confusion, with mixed feelings of resentment, resentment, disappointment, and heartache. In order to get the Shen Group, Shen Jianxi allowed Wang Qingwan to trample on his self-esteem. Was it really worth it?

She couldn't understand him and walked aimlessly along the roadside. Heavy raindrops hit her head, face, and body, and tears mixed with the rain rolled down.

Suddenly, a large umbrella covered his head. Yan Liang looked up and met Shen Jianxi's eyes.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his deep eyes as he stared at Yan Liang intently.

Yan Liang pushed him away angrily, but he came up to her again, stubbornly holding the umbrella above her head, with half of his body soaked in the rain.

Yan Liang sighed and asked in sign language: "What are you doing here?"

"Yanliang, as long as you stay with me, I won't let Wang Qingwan take your design draft to the competition, and you don't have to pay the one million! Okay?"

Yan Liang suddenly smiled: "So she stole my work to participate in the competition? She has no ability, so she stole other people's work, and you indulged her? What one million? There is no backlog of clothes at all. Those are the sets you two made for me, right?"

Shen Jianxi's face froze, but he did not deny it: "Yanliang, you know I really love you. Only when you are by my side will I have the strength and motivation to fight and struggle! Why can't you wait? You have spent more than seven years for me, can't you wait for me for a few more years, maybe not even three years!"

"In the past, you were willing to stay by my side even though I didn't make any promises to you. Now I swear that I will marry you. It's just a matter of time. Why are you unwilling to do so? Do you think that by pretending to marry someone else, you can force me to put aside everything and marry you immediately?"

"Yanliang, you know very well that if I marry you, Shen's will become a lifelong worry for me, and we will never be happy. Why don't you believe me? When I get everything, I will give you a grand wedding. I want the whole world to know that you are my wife, Shen Jianxi!"