Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

As soon as I got through, I received messages from that number one after another, expressing my gratitude profusely and seeming very polite.

After that day, Yan Liang continued to take supplements for several days before he stopped feeling dizzy. Four hundred milliliters of blood is the maximum amount a person can donate.

Yan Liang replied on WeChat: "Don't be so polite, as long as you recover."

The woman insisted on meeting Yan Liang, saying that she had just been discharged from the hospital and had not yet properly thanked her savior.

Yan Liang had no choice but to make an appointment with her to have lunch together.

We booked a table at a better Chinese restaurant. When Yanliang arrived, we saw a thin woman sitting at a table near the window. She was dressed very simply, but her clothes looked very high-end.

Her hair was slightly curled and she tied it up with a hairpin at the back.

Before Yan Liang came close, she noticed it keenly and looked over here.

Her eyes are not very big, with obvious crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and her face looks a little pale due to the deliberate makeup.

There is melancholy in his eyes, and even when he smiles, that dark color cannot be wiped away.

Yan Liang was sure that this was the first time he had seen this woman, but he felt inexplicably familiar with her, perhaps because they had the same rare blood type.

The woman stood up and waved at Yan Liang with a smile. Yan Liang walked over and the woman's eyes were fixed on her.

"Ms. Yan, you are such a beautiful and kind girl." The woman's eyes were filled with joy and admiration. "My last name is Shang, Shang Zixuan, you can just call me Aunt Shang."

Yan Liang nodded with a smile. As soon as he sat down, the waiter handed over the menu. Aunt Shang asked Yan Liang to order the dishes and just order what he liked, as today was the day to express his gratitude.

Yan Liang was not polite. She knew that the other party was sincerely grateful and being pretentious would make the other party uneasy.

Aunt Shang entered her information again on her mobile phone for Yan Liang to see, and Yan Liang communicated with her on the mobile phone.

Her eyes kept following Yan Liang, and she looked very fond of him. She asked him many questions about Yan Liang, and Yan Liang answered her questions one by one without reservation.

When Aunt Shang heard that Yan Liang was a fashion designer, she gave her a thumbs up and praised her for being excellent.

During the meal, she kept picking up dishes for Yanliang, saying that everything Yanliang ordered was what she liked, and that they had the same taste, which meant they were destined to be together.

Yan Liang smiled faintly and promised to go shopping and eat with her more often in the future. She seemed even happier.

While they were having tea and chatting after dinner, Aunt Shang handed over a bank card, but Yanliang refused to take it.

She insisted that Yan Liang must accept it, otherwise she would feel uneasy, because it was Yan Liang who saved her life and she could never repay this kindness.

Yan Liang said that it was just a coincidence that day and she would do the same no matter who she met, so Aunt Shang didn't need to take it to heart.

They pulled each other back and forth for a few times, and Yan Liang stood up to leave. Aunt Shang's eyes were misty and she looked like she was about to cry. She held Yan Liang and begged again and again.

Yan Liang, however, regretted coming out today. He had no choice but to accept the card, and Shang Zixuan finally burst into laughter.

She walked out of the restaurant with Yan Liang, and she held Yan Liang's hand affectionately all the way. She insisted on buying clothes for her. Yan Liang declined for a long time before finally going home with her.

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief. She really couldn't stand the excessive gratitude and enthusiasm. She glanced at the card in her hand and felt worried. How should she return it to her?

After Jiang Xiaomei learned the truth, she happily took the card and examined it: "There's a lot of money in it, right? One hundred thousand? Maybe five hundred thousand?"

As he spoke, he poked Yan Liang's arm and said, "That woman looks very rich, right? She can repay you for saving my life with a few hundred thousand? No, I have to see. If it's less, I'll ask her for more!"

Yan Liang rolled his eyes at her, snatched the card and told her to stop making trouble.

"If you don't want it, I will!" Jiang Xiaomei stared at the bank card aggrievedly. "Besides, why wouldn't you want it? You saved her life, and she's using the money to thank you. It's only natural for you to accept it! If you don't accept it, she might get scared. I don't know how you'll ask for a lot of money in the future, and what harsh conditions you'll put forward."

Yan Liang understood Jiang Xiaomei's feelings. She put Chenchen in a nursery in the community, but the fees were very high and she was eager to make money.

But after thinking it over again and again, she still couldn't accept it with peace of mind. When Sheng Boyan came over, Yan Liang told him about it and wanted to ask him to return it.

Sheng Boyan asked: "What kind of woman is she? What's her name?"

When Yan Liang mentioned Shang Zixuan's name, Sheng Boyan's deep eyes seemed to sparkle, and he raised the corners of his lips and said nonchalantly, "She gave it to you, so you just accepted it. How can you accept the gift money and then give it back?"

Yan Liang was speechless and stared at Sheng Boyan. How come he was as shameless as Jiang Xiaomei?

Sheng Boyan's face was facing away from the light, and the shadow of the light shining from behind made his face dark and uncertain.

He said in a low voice: "Don't worry, take it. She owes you!"

The tone seemed to be suggestive, and it didn't seem like he was just talking about blood donation. Yan Liang wanted to ask more, but didn't know where to start.

Sheng Boyan looked at the clothes Yan Liang had stretched on the embroidery shed. Patterns of the same color had appeared on them, with fine stitches and soft lines. A look of amazement flashed in his eyes: "You have this kind of skill?"

Yanliang told him that he learned it from his mother when he was a child, and wanted to add some highlights to the new style, so he thought of this.

Sheng Boyan looked at it again and again with admiration, unable to let it go, and blurted out: "Can you embroider some of these patterns on my clothes? Then my clothes will be the only one in the world!"

Yan Liang couldn't help but think of Shen Jianxi, and his expression became lonely.

Sheng Boyan saw Yan Liang's expression and guessed what was in her mind. His originally excited expression turned silent, the luster in his pupils dimmed, and the smile faded from his face little by little.

He sighed deeply in his heart, and a sour taste filled his chest. What was so good about Shen Jianxi? Why did Yan Liang like him? That bastard was really born with a blessing but didn't know how to appreciate it. In order to fight for power and profit, he lost the pearl and picked up a fish eye!

He has no ability and relies on the power of women to snatch things, which only makes people despise him even more!

Shen Jianxi's handsome and elegant appearance appeared in Sheng Boyan's mind. He curled his lips in disdain, and a cold sharpness flashed in his eyes.

The phone rang. It was Xie Yi’s number: “The bid for that piece of land was successful! You weren’t there, and you didn’t see Wang Kaiye’s face turn as black as a coal ball! Hahaha!”

Sheng Boyan sneered coldly: "The good show has just begun, how can you not stand it now?"

"I say, are you really married? Impossible, I don't believe it! What about the white moonlight that you have kept in your heart for ten years? You won't fall in love with someone else so soon, right? This is impossible. Your innocent image in my mind has completely collapsed!" Xie Yi howled exaggeratedly.

Sheng Boyan's face was solemn as he glanced at Yan Liang's closed door. He smiled bitterly silently, holding his phone as he walked and said, "That's her!"