Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Shao Qianmin didn't let Shen Jiannan send her off and took her brother's car home.

In the car, she punched Shao Qianyi's arm with both heartache and anger: "Brother, if you like Yan Liang, just go after her. Why do you always stand behind her like a background board and watch?"

"Don't talk nonsense, she is already married." Shao Qianyi leaned on the steering wheel, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Where were you when she wasn't married?" Shao Qianmin stamped her feet in annoyance. "You obviously liked her first, but someone else got her first. How can you be a special police officer if you are so timid?"

"You also know that I'm a special police officer," Shao Qianyi said solemnly, "This job is too dangerous. I can't let her live in fear all day long. Besides, she has always regarded me as a senior and a friend, and has never had any other feelings for me. In the past, there was Shen Jianxi, and now there is Bo Yan."

"Brother, why do I feel that the relationship between Yan Liang and Sheng Boyan is not as deep as it seems." Shao Qianmin frowned slightly and fell into deep thought, "Since Yan Liang has a special liking for Shen Jianxi, why would she turn around and marry Sheng Boyan? Didn't they just know each other for a few days?"

Shao Qianyi hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't think too much. Yanliang is a kind girl. Get along well with her and help her if she has any problem."

Shao Qianmin rolled his eyes: "Brother, do you want to transfer your burden to my shoulders again? You are always like this, you don't care about the family company, but you throw it to me!"

Shao Qianyi smiled apologetically and reached out to ruffle Shao Qianmin's long hair: "My sister is so capable, so I can do my own thing with peace of mind."

"Don't flatter me. You've always tried to coax me into doing everything for you. You're not acting like a brother at all!"

The brother and sister kept bickering until they reached the door of their home. Before they each went back to their bedrooms, Shao Qianmin suddenly hugged her brother's strong waist, buried her head in his chest, and said sullenly, "Brother, I feel sorry for you. You are in danger almost every day, and you don't have a stable relationship. I really don't know what you are after."

Shao Qianyi's nose was sore, and he patted his sister's shoulder: "Don't worry, I like this job, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen it without hesitation. Everyone has different pursuits in life and different choices."

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Yancheng's fashion competition was held at Yanjinxuan Art Museum. When Yanliang and Han Jinghua arrived, many reporters carrying cameras had already come to the venue.

A large T-shaped stage extended out, with judging desks on both sides, apparently prepared for judges and leaders from all walks of life.

There are voting booths next to both the east and west exits to facilitate the audience to vote.

This was Yanliang's first time attending such a large-scale fashion show, and he didn't understand why this year was so different from previous years.

Han Jinghua explained to her that the first prize of last year's fashion show was criticized by all parties. The winner was a floor-length dress made of pure white fabric, with no patterns and a very ordinary style.

However, when the model walked to the center of the T-stage wearing it, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out, and then a dreamy colorful light hit the skirt, creating all kinds of light and shadows and colors on it, giving people a shocking visual effect.

However, when people saw this, they mocked and said that he could win the first prize just by wearing a projection cloth. In the future, we don’t need designers, only lighting technicians.

Various sharp sarcasms emerged online, causing the relevant departments to lose face.

This year, the selection was open to the public, with live broadcast and online voting. As soon as the news came out, everyone was very interested and wanted to vote for their favorite clothes.

The models are not limited to local ones, but also models who have appeared in international fashion festivals were invited. I heard that she chose the clothes designed by Yanliang at first sight.

Yan Liang was very surprised, and his originally calm mood suddenly became a little uneasy.

I took Han Jinghua to the scene early because I wanted to communicate with the model to see if there was anything that needed to be modified.

After waiting backstage for nearly an hour, the model finally arrived. She was a tall and thin woman with an oval face and delicate features, with the charm of an oriental beauty.

She was surprised that Yan Liang couldn't speak. There was a hint of regret in her clear eyes. She praised the skirt designed by Yan Liang. She said she especially liked the embroidery on it. It felt very special and didn't look like it was embroidered by a machine.

Han Jinghua smiled and said, "It was embroidered by designer Yanliang himself. It's called double-sided embroidery!"

The model suddenly realized, frowned and asked, "I saw another dress with embroidery, but it doesn't have the same quaint and mysterious feeling as this one. Did you design both of them? How did you make it to the finals at the same time? Are you competing against yourself?"

She smiled playfully.

Yan Liang didn't know how to explain to her that there would definitely be a result tonight. She had been looking forward to it and waiting for it for a long time. Tonight was a showdown between her and Wang Qingwan.

The skirt fits the model very well. Yan Liang's eyes followed the clothes on other models. They all had their own characteristics. If it weren't for the Su embroidery that added points to her design, she really wouldn't have the confidence to stand out.

The fashion show began, the lights were shining, the music was mixed with voices, and every time a model swayed out with a cat walk, it would arouse enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience, and the reporters' flashlights flashed frequently.

When the design bearing Wang Qingwan's name made its debut, many people excitedly shouted: "This gray dress is so fairy! It looks like morning mist, like a dream. Is the pattern on it embroidery? It appears and disappears when walking, just like seeing flowers in the mist. It's so creative!"

Wang Qingwan walked into the backstage and squinted at Yan Liang: "If you have the courage to come, I will make sure your trip is worthwhile. If you admit that you plagiarized in front of everyone, it will become your nightmare for the rest of your life! Haha, I'm really looking forward to it."

Yan Liang glanced at her indifferently and turned his eyes to the catwalk. Only one piece of the gray smoky dress she designed was displayed. She could see that it was the red spider lily that she had spent two nights embroidering.

Two pieces later it was Yanliang’s “Half-tone Mist”, which was more delicate than the gray smoky embroidery and more noble overall, implying the graceful and mysterious atmosphere of oriental costumes.

But even a layman can see at a glance that the two sets of clothes are similar in design, and it can almost be determined that they are from the same designer, but they are entered into the competition under the names of two people.

The habitual cheers turned into doubts, especially from the judges. Among the judges today was the deputy minister of the city's Ministry of Culture, which showed how much importance they attached to this competition.

"The style and design lines of this set are very similar to the previous set of gray haze. Can a designer show two sets?"

"No, this is the work of another designer. This one looks more advanced. What's going on? Did the previous designer plagiarize this?"

"Maybe this designer plagiarized the previous one and then improved it. It's not impossible!"

"Was there no screening during the preliminary round? Or were the judges playing blind?"

"It would be hilarious if plagiarized works appeared on the same stage as original works in such a large-scale fashion competition!"

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"What's going on? The two designers, come out and explain!" The Deputy Minister of Culture ordered seriously with a stern face.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the backstage, where the model was standing on the catwalk. She didn't look embarrassed at all, but rather looked forward to it with great interest.