Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Yan Liang, accompanied by Sheng Boyan, attended Shen Jianxi's funeral.

She stood in front of Shen Jianxi's tombstone, looking at the gentle and handsome face in the photo, solemnly put the crystal bottle necklace on her neck, and gently stroked it with her hands: "Jianxi, I will cherish it forever."

Wang Qingwan was surprisingly quiet. Except for glaring at Yan Liang for a while at the beginning, she remained silent throughout the rest of the process.

Yan Liang instead looked at her with some concern, as this was totally inconsistent with her usual behavior pattern.

When everyone left, Yan Liang noticed that only Wang Qingwan stayed.

Zhang Chao accompanied her, so Yan Liang didn't say much.

When she returned to Furong Garden, she couldn't help but burst into tears when she recalled that Shen Jianxi was in the kitchen a few days ago, busy making dumpling soup for her, but now they were separated by the Yin and Yang.

In the room on the east side where the memorial tablet was placed, Yan Liang also placed Shen Jianxi's photo there.

After lighting three incense sticks, Yan Liang sat there motionless until it got dark and the light in the room could no longer make out human figures. Then he stood up and stretched his stiff and numb legs and feet.

For such a long time, she has been thinking about a question: why do people around her leave one after another?

Is it really like what Wang Qingwan said, that she is a jinx and whoever she messes with will be unlucky?

She was startled and looked down to see several calls from Sheng Boyan on her phone. She suddenly had the idea of ​​escaping.

She wanted to take her child and escape to a place where no one knew her.

Never have close contact with anyone again, lest they be dragged down by you.

However, her baby was about to be born, and so was Chenchen. She suddenly became very fragile and did not have the courage to take this step. She was afraid that her timidity would cause the two children to suffer with her.

What should she do? Where should she go?

Her head hurt from thinking about it, but she had no idea what to do. She simply stopped thinking and ordered a takeaway. While waiting for the takeaway, she leaned back on the sofa and fell into a daze.

The doorbell rang and she thought the takeaway had arrived, so she cheered up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack, the delivery man pushed it hard and a man wearing delivery clothes, a helmet and a mask broke in.

Yan Liang was pushed back two steps. Fortunately, he held onto the shoe cabinet, otherwise he would have fallen.

"Who are you?" Yan Liang stared at the man in horror.

The man slowly took off his mask, and Wang Qingwan's face appeared in Yan Liang's sight.

"Wang Qingwan?" Yan Liang gasped, realizing that the visitor was not friendly, and hurriedly turned around and ran into the house.

Wang Qingwan took a few quick steps, grabbed Yan Liang by the collar and dragged her.

That haggard and gray face appeared in front of Yan Liang with a half-smile: "Yan Liang, don't be afraid, I won't kill you, don't worry."

Her tone was gentle but eerie, and Yan Liang felt cold all over. "Don't mess around. What are you doing?"

Wang Qingwan grabbed Yan Liang with one hand and took off her helmet with the other hand and threw it to the ground. It collided with the marble tiles on the ground with a clanging sound, and her messy hair suddenly burst out.

"I know Shen Jianxi loves you so much that he doesn't care about his own life. Do you think I would be so stupid as to send you over to reunite with him?" Wang Qingwan said with a chuckle, "Maybe Shen Jianxi is looking forward to it right now. Humph, you wish for it. Even if I die, I will not help you!"

As she spoke, she took out a dagger from her bosom. With a clang, the dagger popped out, revealing a sharp cold edge that flashed a biting light under the light.

Yan Liang was so frightened that his face turned pale, his breathing became rapid, and he stared at the dagger without blinking: "Put it down quickly! Are you crazy?"

My hand subconsciously reached for my pocket and suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat. I had just washed up and had not had time to bring my needle bag and pair of scissors!

"Haha! I'm just crazy. I wish I could dig Shen Jianxi out of his grave and see if his heart is made of stone!" Wang Qingwan played with the dagger and waved it towards Yan Liang. "Why? Even if you don't want him anymore, why doesn't he let you go? He won't even look at me. Why?"

Wang Qingwan sometimes laughed wildly, and sometimes shook her messy curls and cried bitterly.

Yan Liang, who had lost his weapon of self-defense, gradually distanced himself from her with trepidation, secretly opened his cell phone, and sent a distress signal to Sheng Boyan.

Wang Qingwan didn't seem to notice Yan Liang's little move, but was running around the house: "This is the house Shen Jianxi bought for you. The decoration style is based on your preferences. Tsk tsk, he really puts a lot of effort into you. Hahaha, who would have thought that the noble Yan Liang would be kept as a beautiful woman by a man! Hahaha, how are you better than me? Huh?"

Wang Qingwan's dark pupils revealed a paranoid light, and she quickly caught sight of Yan Liang who had just climbed up the stairs.

Yan Liang was startled and hurried to the second floor. The door locks on the second floor were encrypted, and she hoped to hide inside, lock the door, and wait for rescue.

Wang Qingwan chased after Yan Liang with a sinister grin, like a cat chasing a mouse, holding a shining knife in her hand, and followed behind him slowly.

In her eyes, Yan Liang could not escape from her grasp, and she was enjoying the hunting process.

Yan Liang ran too fast and fell on the last step. In panic, she grabbed the railing and barely managed to keep herself from sliding down.

His lower abdomen suddenly hit the raised edge of the step, causing a sharp pain and a layer of cold sweat on Yanliang's forehead.

She bit her pale lips, held her stomach tightly with one hand, and looked back at Wang Qingwan in horror.

Wang Qingwan clicked her tongue twice: "I said I wouldn't kill you, why did you run away and ask for trouble? If the child dies because of this, you can't blame me! Besides, this child is not Brother Jianxi's to begin with, how can you be so shameless as to blame it on Brother Jianxi? You let him be the scapegoat, the scapegoat, you feel very proud, right?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept across Yan Liang's lower abdomen, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes.

Yan Liang trembled so much under her vicious gaze that he almost fainted. He bit his tongue hard, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, which kept him awake.

Wang Qingwan stared at her for a long time, then suddenly sighed, her voice sounding like it came from the gloomy underworld: "You know what? I wanted to die in front of you today. I would go find Brother Jianxi, and you would be thrown into prison for murder, so that you could also have a taste of prison. But now I've changed my mind!"

Yan Liang felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Let me take you and your daughter away together. The three of us have been entangled while alive, and we will continue to be entangled after death. We will appear in front of Brother Jianxi together and continue to give him a headache. Hahaha, it's fun just thinking about it!" Wang Qingwan laughed so hard that she bent over and kept rubbing her belly. "When he saw that I was going there too, his face would turn black, hahaha!"

Yan Liang saw that her pupils were dyed with a layer of crazy purple-red, and her speech became incoherent, and he thought that she might not be in a clear mind.

Her lower abdomen was still aching, and cold sweat continued to form on Yan Liang's forehead. She quietly propped herself up and moved upwards at an imperceptible speed.

"Come on, Yanliang, let's go find Brother Jianxi together!" Wang Qingwan's laughter stopped abruptly, her face suddenly darkened, and she waved the dagger at Yanliang, "You choose, should I stab you in the heart or throw you off the second floor?"

She had a strange smile on her face, as if she was inviting Yan Liang to a dinner party, and the dagger flashed with a cold light as it moved closer to Yan Liang inch by inch.

Yan Liang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited desperately for the fatal blow.

I felt sad, but I couldn't escape it after all.