Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

When everyone heard Yan Liang's voice, they were stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

Especially Wang Qingwan, her eyes were wide open, as if she was hallucinating. She came close to Yan Liang and observed her mouth again and again.

Sheng Boyan narrowed his eyes, his gaze became deeper, and ripples of joy appeared in his eyes.

Han Jinghua widened her eyes, covered her mouth with her hands, and looked at Yan Liang in disbelief: "Yan Liang, you, you just spoke?"

Wang Qingwan turned her head and looked at Han Jinghua, sneering: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you hallucinating too?"

Then he looked at Yan Liang suspiciously: "Sister, you can't speak, right? I was hallucinating just now, right?"

Yan Liang raised a happy smile, his voice was crisp and clear: "You are not hallucinating, I can indeed speak, in fact, I have never been deaf-mute, I have always been able to speak!"

"What? Impossible!" Wang Qingwan stepped back in horror, panic flashing in her eyes, "How could it be? Why?"

Yan Liang smiled calmly: "Let's not talk about this for now. The most urgent thing is to solve the problem of who plagiarized whom, or who stole whose design!"

Wang Qingwan came back to her senses, her expression turned grim, and she said arrogantly: "So what if you can talk? It turns out that you are so scheming. You have been deceiving my parents and me, including your husband, Han Jinghua who testified for you, and Shen Jianxi. You have been deceiving me! You are really good at it!"

Yan Liang admired Wang Qingwan for her quick reaction and for not forgetting to sow discord in a critical moment. Her words showed that Yan Liang had deceived everyone, so no matter what Yan Liang said next, no one would believe him.

Wang Qingwan said to Yan Liang with a confident attitude: "Okay, now I'll let you talk. Do you have any evidence to prove that I plagiarized you?"

Yan Liang calmly asked the model wearing gray Yanxia to walk onto the catwalk again and compared the two sets of clothes together.

Wang Qingwan watched coldly and nonchalantly, her heart was beating fast but she didn't show it at all on the surface. She was waiting calmly to see Yan Liang make a fool of himself, which could fool some people into thinking that she was really confident.

When the two models stand together, it is more obvious that the two sets of clothes are very similar and have exactly the same style. They may have been designed by the same person.

"Excuse me, Miss Wang, did you embroider the embroidery on this dress?" Yan Liang asked slowly.

Wang Qingwan's expression froze, and she forced herself to say, "You are just an amateur. Of course, those embroideries were done by machine! If they were all handmade, the cost would be so high. How could they be mass-produced?"

Everyone nodded. Hand-embroidery was a work of art. Even the most ordinary embroidery cost several times more than machine embroidery. They felt that Yan Liang really knew nothing. The truth was exposed in just one sentence. She was the plagiarist.

Many people began to point fingers at Yan Liang, and the people on the judges' panel also looked at Yan Liang sideways.

Sheng Boyan, however, crossed his legs and looked at Yan Liang calmly, his deep eyes flashing with a calm gleam.

His trust gave Yan Liang more courage. She lifted the hem of her skirt with her hands to reveal all the red spider lilies on it.

Everyone exclaimed, the lines of the pattern are natural and smooth, the color matching is unique, not bright, but exudes a mysterious melancholy. Even if it is just an embroidery, it is already a fine product.

Minister Qin's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly stood up, insisting on getting closer to take a look. Sheng Boyan hurriedly supported him.

Minister Qin walked unsteadily, his hands and feet shaking slightly. He took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his nose, put his face close to the pattern of the skirt to observe it carefully, and made clicking sounds as he looked.

The smile on Wang Qingwan's face became increasingly stiff, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She instinctively felt that things might not be as simple as she thought.

Yan Liang stood quietly aside, not in a hurry to explain.

Minister Qin finally took his eyes off the clothes, looked at Yan Liang for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you embroider this?"

Yan Liang nodded: "Yes, it took me two days and two nights to embroider it."

Minister Qin nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, yeah! Not bad!"

Wang Qingwan turned pale, but still said unwillingly: "Impossible, that's my work!"

Minister Qin stared at her face, shook his head in disappointment, and sighed: "You are stealing!"

"Minister Qin! You are a man of high moral character and prestige, but you cannot wrongly accuse others just because you received benefits from President Sheng!" She choked with grievance.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Minister Qin shook his head, "Then I will make you convinced!"

The deputy minister, the judges, and the audience below were all silent, with countless eyes fixed on Minister Qin.

"I have had a special liking for Suzhou embroidery since I was young," Minister Qin's old voice echoed in the conference hall, speaking at a leisurely pace. "Just now, I saw from a distance that the color matching of this embroidery is different. Only when I looked closer did I discover its other beauty."

After saying that, he held up the hem of his skirt with his hands, pointed at the pattern on it, and exclaimed: "This is double-sided embroidery, but it's not ordinary double-sided embroidery. Look, everyone—"

The crowd gathered around, and soon they surrounded Minister Qin and the model.

Sheng Boyan didn't dare to leave Minister Qin's side and carefully protected him with his hands.

Yan Liang was pushed to the outside. She looked at Sheng Boyan with gratitude. He invited Minister Qin, who was an expert in Suzhou embroidery, to come, in case her words alone were not enough to convince everyone.

Even if she didn't speak, I believe Sheng Boyan could clear her grievances, expose Wang Qingwan's ugly face, and make Wang Qingwan lose face.

It turned out that although he seemed to be indifferent to the costume contest during this period, he had actually already thought of a countermeasure.

At first Yan Liang thought that the only solution he could think of was to ask Han Jinghua to testify, but in fact this method would not work at all. Words are not enough. Wang Qingwan easily turned the tables with just a few words. If there is no other strong evidence, Han Jinghua and Xiyan Company will inevitably be implicated.

Therefore, Yan Liang had already made up her mind that if Wang Qingwan insisted on having her own way, plagiarized her design, and framed her, she would fight back without hesitation!

Minister Qin's old voice continued: "This is not ordinary double-sided embroidery. Look, the front and back of the skirt have the same pattern, but different colors of embroidery thread are used. This is called double-sided different-color embroidery!"

Everyone was confused by what they heard. It seemed to be very advanced, but they had no real idea of ​​how advanced it was.

"Oh, do you know what this means?" Minister Qin sighed.

"It means it can't be embroidered by a machine!" someone quickly replied.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Minister Qin couldn't help laughing, "Not only can machines not embroider it, even if there were 80 million embroiderers in the country, there wouldn't be 50 who could embroider this kind of double-sided, different-color embroidery!"

"Ah?!" Everyone was stunned in astonishment, "So amazing!"

Everyone went to admire the patterns on the skirt and felt that they had really opened their eyes today to see such precious embroidery.

"This skirt must have been designed by Miss Yanliang. Miss Wang just said that the pattern was machine-embroidered, which means she doesn't know how to embroider at all, and she doesn't even know that this embroidery pattern is so precious!"

"Yes, yes!" Everyone suddenly realized and turned their eyes to Yan Liang and Wang Qingwan.

Wang Qingwan was trembling all over and could hardly stand. There was murderous intent in her eyes. She glared at Yan Liang fiercely, her teeth almost biting her lips to make them bleed.

"Is Miss Yanliang's other work also embroidered in the same pattern?" This sentence drew everyone's attention to Yanliang's half-tone work.