Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

As expected, she got married and had a child. It was such a surprise. If her mother knew, she would be so happy. She had always treated Jiang Xiaomei as another daughter.

It sounded like Jiang Xiaomei was living a lively and down-to-earth life, so Yan Liang felt relieved. He searched for her phone number and sent a friend request.

The corners of Yanliang's lips curved into a happy arc, and she was truly happy for her best friend.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaomei added her and sent her voice messages one by one.

She told Yan Liang everything that had happened to her over the years, crying as she spoke.

Yan Liang couldn't help crying sadly, and he would call her from time to time to say a few words of comfort.

Maybe she was used to pretending to be dumb over the years, or maybe she was afraid that Jiang Xiaomei would call her love-brained and idiotic, or maybe she was afraid that she would expose her to Shen Jianxi, so she decided to temporarily conceal the fact that she had recovered.

Jiang Xiaomei married a colleague from the factory, but she didn't expect that after marriage the man changed from his former gentleness and consideration and started domestic violence.

Later he learned how to gamble. When he won money, he would buy clothes for Jiang Xiaomei. When he lost, he would drink and beat her.

She tried everything to escape but couldn't. Later she found out she was pregnant. At one point she was beaten so badly that she almost lost the baby.

She lived in hell for four years, until half a year ago, when the man was being chased for debt and fell from the building and died.

The mother and son finally lived a peaceful life. Although they had no money and creditors often harassed them, at least they no longer had to live in fear of being beaten.

Jiang Xiaomei's cell phone was broken by her scumbag husband, and she lost Yan Liang's phone number. There was no WeChat at that time, so they lost contact.

Jiang Xiaomei laughed with a strong nasal tone, "At first I was very angry with you. You didn't care about my life or death after you got a rich man. After a few years, I was completely worn out by life. All this is my own fault."

"If I had told you before we got married, you might have stopped me from jumping into the fire pit. You have been smarter than me since childhood. At that time, I was full of energy and wanted to compete with you. You didn't listen to my advice and insisted on being with that disabled man. I want you to see that finding an ordinary and healthy man is the real way out for women like us at the bottom of society."

"I didn't want you to know about the abuse I suffered later because I was too embarrassed! Whoever you choose will have better taste than me!"

Yan Liang pulled the corners of her lips bitterly. Her choice was no better than Jiang Xiaomei's. At least she still had a son.

"What's wrong? Did you break up with that man? He's disabled, and he still dares to despise you? Just being rich is not a big deal!" As soon as Jiang Xiaomei saw the words typed by Yan Liang, she immediately burst into laughter like lit firecrackers.

"He has recovered." Yan Liang smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Ah?!" Jiang Xiaomei was speechless.

After a long pause, he continued, "Having money really makes a difference. Even with such a serious injury, I can recover as before! Money really makes the world go round..."

"His leg healed, so he kicked you away?!" The firecrackers exploded again, "No! How come you've taken care of him for so many years, even if you haven't done anything for him, you've worked so hard? You can't divorce him and drag him down!"

"We haven't gotten married yet..." Yan Liang typed a line of words silently.

"What? Are you stupid? You've been together for more than seven years, and you don't even have a marriage certificate? That lame guy took advantage of you for nothing!" Yan Liang frowned. She didn't like Jiang Xiaomei calling Shen Jianxi "lame".

Although they have been friends since childhood, I could still feel the gap between them when they started talking.

Yan Liang thought helplessly that even after being together for seven years, she didn't seem to really understand Shen Jianxi's heart, let alone she was a best friend who she hadn't contacted for many years.

"Xiaomei," Yan Liang's fingers flew to send her a message, interrupting Jiang Xiaomei's careless words, "We are not a real couple."

Jiang Xiaomei was speechless again. In her cognition, she couldn't understand how a man and a woman could live together for seven years without crossing the line. She lived with a man before getting married. Was there something wrong with one of them?

She asked casually as she thought about it, which made Yan Liang extremely embarrassed. Her best friend's boldness and directness exceeded her psychological expectations.

The two chatted for more than an hour, one using voice and the other typing. Jiang Xiaomei suddenly said with some difficulty: "Yanliang, um, I have something, can you help me..."

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"That's right. That damn guy owed 100,000 yuan. The creditor often came to our house to ask for money. If we didn't have the money, he would smash and destroy everything. The child was so scared that he cried loudly..."

Yan Liang understood instantly, opened Alipay and checked the balance, which was only a little over 40,000.

She transferred all the money to Jiang Xiaomei without hesitation.

"What? You've been with him for so many years, and he only gives you this little money?" Jiang Xiaomei exclaimed in disbelief, "The richer he is, the more stingy he is!"

Yan Liang suddenly felt very tired, and did not respond to her words. He only sent a line of words: "I will figure out the rest later."

Jiang Xiaomei on the opposite side seemed to realize something and smiled awkwardly: "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Thank you Yanliang, these are enough to solve my urgent needs."

Yan Liang felt very depressed and couldn't tell whether she regretted making the call. She was just too bored and wanted to find someone to talk to. She had no other friends, and everyone she met in recent years thought she couldn't talk.

Yan Liang works as a designer in a clothing company under the Shen Group. She doesn't have to work in the office and only needs to submit her designs regularly. The company will contact her at any time if there is anything.

According to Shen Jianxi, she didn't need to work at all and he could support her.

But Yan Liang didn't want to waste what she had learned. She loved fashion design and thought of it as a way to earn some pocket money. She kept it a secret from Shen Jianxi and often donated part of it to the orphanage, so there wasn't much left.

She jumped to the bathroom, washed her face, and secretly thought about how she could make some money to help Jiang Xiaomei pay off her debts.

Oh, and the Fall Costume Contest!

It is said that the first place winner of the competition can get a prize of 100,000!

Hope suddenly rose in Yan Liang's heart. She went into the study, turned on the computer and the drawing screen, and concentrated on revising the almost completed drawing.

The message on the phone interrupted Yan Liang's thoughts. He clicked on it and found that it was from Shen Jianxi: "Yan Liang baby, Grandpa wants me to go over tonight. I may not be home until very late. I'll ask Sister Zhang to go back and cook for you. You go to bed and don't wait for me. Love you (heart)!"

Sister Zhang was originally a live-in nanny. Yanliang liked to do her own housework, so Shen Jianxi asked her to go to Mr. Shen's place.

"Okay." Yan Liang simply replied with one word.

Except for the ten minutes or so spent eating, Yan Liang's mind was focused on the drawing, and then a phone call came in.

Yan Liang frowned. Shen Jianxi and people who knew her would only send her messages. She thought it was Jiang Xiaomei, so she quickly picked up the phone, but it was an unfamiliar number.

Just as she was about to answer the call, the other party hung up. Yan Liang thought it was a wrong number, but soon the number sent her a text message: "Add me on WeChat!"

These four simple words and an exclamation mark reveal a hostile atmosphere.