Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

If Yan Liang went along with him at this moment, or even encouraged him, and something happened that shouldn't have happened, then for the long years to come, both of them would live in painful torment, would be suspicious of each other, would be hostile to each other, would become a pair of resentful couples, and would eventually go their separate ways.

Yan Liang hated herself a little bit for being too clear-headed. She couldn't just go for what she wanted like other women.

She pretended to unconsciously pull the summer quilt tighter in her sleep, wrapping herself more tightly, humming softly and frowning slightly, as if her sweet dream was disturbed.

She heard Shen Jianxi sigh softly and tucked the corner of the quilt for her: "Sleep peacefully..."

It was not until Shen Jianxi gently knocked on the door and the footsteps could no longer be heard that Yan Liang let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

They can never go back.

Yan Liang didn't know when he fell asleep. He saw his mother's face in his dream. She looked at him lovingly with a smile. Just like in the countless days in the past, his mother's face was very young and gentle.

When I woke up, there was a small wet spot on my pillow and my eyes were sore.

The house was quiet. After washing up, I saw breakfast on the kitchen table: a browned, medium-rare fried egg, a bowl of meat wontons, and a glass of milk.

There was a note on the table, with Shen Jianxi's handwriting written in a flamboyant style: "Darling Yanliang, don't forget to heat it up before eating. I'm going to the company, and I'll be very busy today. Let's have lunch together at noon, and wait for my call."

Ever since Shen Jianxi recovered, he has been the one cooking whenever he is at home.

He said, "You cooked for me for seven years, and I will cook for you for the rest of my life."

Yan Liang was so moved that she burst into tears and snot when she heard this. Shen Jianxi smiled and hugged her in his arms, calling him a "little fool."

The sweetness of the past slowly fermented into bitterness in Yanliang's heart. She finished her breakfast bite by bite, went to the flower shop to buy a bunch of white tulips, and went to the cemetery.

My mother is buried here, halfway up the mountain, with beautiful scenery.

Yanliang placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the words on the tombstone.

The depressions that her fingers touched were like rivers of tears in her heart.

The cemetery was very quiet, with only a man in black casual clothes standing nearby. He was wearing sunglasses and looking at the tombstone intently, perhaps also paying tribute to his deceased relatives.

The wind on the mountain was chilly. Yan Liang silently told her mother her troubles. She talked about Shen Jianxi's betrayal and her own confusion. She didn't cry because the tears were in her heart.

She was so engrossed in her conversation with her mother that she didn't notice the sudden appearance of a figure behind her.

Her arm was suddenly grabbed and a big hand reached out in front of her to cover her mouth.

Yan Liang was caught off guard, his eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively swung his arms to try to break free from the person behind him.

There was a sound of fighting nearby, and Yan Liang saw that the man in front of the tombstone next to him was kicking a bald man in the stomach. The bald man groaned in pain and his body flew out like a rag.

The man who grabbed Yan Liang's hands trembled, and he dragged her and ran desperately.

Yan Liang was dragged and staggered, not understanding what was happening and why someone wanted to catch her?

What is the relationship between these people and the man in black in front of the tombstone?

Are these people here to arrest her or the man in black?

Yan Liang watched the man in black chasing after her and struggled with all her strength. She took advantage of the moment when the man relaxed a little and bit his hand hard.

She tried her best, and a fishy-sweet taste instantly appeared between her teeth.

The man screamed "Ah!" and at the same time, the man in black punched him in the face.

There was a dull sound when flesh touched flesh, and Yan Liang felt it was painful just by listening to it.

After getting out of that man's grasp, Yan Liang gasped for breath and looked back to see that the person who had grabbed her was a fat man in a floral T-shirt.

He was like a round ball, rolling back and forth as the man in black kicked him.

The bald man who was kicked away just now looked at the fat man from a distance and didn't dare to move forward. He shouted to the fat man: "Go!"

The ball rolled a long way with the force before it dared to stand up, and ran away at a 60-degree angle from the bald man.

The man in black stared at the two people's backs for a moment, did not chase after them, turned around and walked in front of Yan Liang.

"Are you okay?" His voice was like the wind blowing over the hills, cool and free, and he spoke while signing.

The sunglasses were still firmly worn on his straight nose. Yan Liang could only see his two dark and handsome sword-like eyebrows and the sharp contours of his face.

He has wheat-colored skin and a black casual top that vaguely outlines his strong and graceful muscles.

Yan Liang was surprised that he could use sign language and knew that she was deaf-mute. Although she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel his sharp gaze like an eagle.

"Thank you for saving me, I'm fine." Yan Liang replied to him in sign language, and only felt the soreness in his arm when he moved.

The man in black paused, his tone unclear: "No need to thank me..."

"Go down the mountain quickly, and don't come here alone in the future!" After saying that, he waved his hand and turned away.

Yan Liang wanted to go back and say goodbye to her mother before leaving. She took a hurried step and felt a piercing pain in her left ankle. She couldn't help but cry out.

The man in black turned back and looked at Yan Liang suspiciously for a moment, then squatted down to check Yan Liang's feet.

My ankle was red and swollen like a small bun, injured when I was dragged just now.

Yan Liang signed with an apologetic look on his face: "Could you please help me find a branch so I can lean on it to get down the mountain?"

The man didn't say anything. He carefully checked her injuries with a serious face: "No bones are broken. Just rest for two days."

He stood up, took Yanliang's bag and threw it to her.

Yan Liang hurriedly caught it and slung it over his shoulder.

The man signed to Yan Liang: "I'll carry you down the mountain."

Then he squatted down with his back to Yan Liang.

Yan Liang was startled and waved his hands hurriedly.

The man squatted stubbornly: "Come up quickly!"

Yanliang's cheeks were so hot that they could almost cook eggs. She hesitated for five seconds before carefully lying on the man's back.

The man stood up easily, his steps brisk, as if the person on his back was just a feather.

Yanliang felt that his back was like a solid wall, broad and strong, and he felt a sense of security he had never felt before.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was the first time she was carried on the back of a man. Even Shen Jianxi had never carried her on his back before.

The way down the mountain was long and short, and they were silent all the way.

The man in black put Yan Liang in the back seat of a black SUV, started the car and quickly drove into the city. He went to a pharmacy to buy a spray for treating bruises and sprains, threw it to Yan Liang, briefly asked about Yan Liang's address, and sent her to the gate of the community.

Yan Liang had just opened the car door when he met Shen Jianxi's sharp gaze from afar.

She was startled and looked at her watch. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

Thinking of Shen Jianxi's note about wanting to have lunch together, I felt a panic in my heart.

The man in black stood in front of the car door. His tall figure looked like a trained soldier, and was particularly handsome.

He reached out his hand to support Yan Liang and helped her out of the car. Noticing Yan Liang's panicked look, he turned around and met Shen Jianxi's hostile gaze.

The moment the man in black saw Shen Jianxi, his handsome sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, and he naturally handed Yan Liang's hand to Shen Jianxi.

Shen Jianxi stared at the man in black with a fierce look in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you with my fiancée?"