Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Yan Liang didn't know how long she had slept. After the fire burning in her body was extinguished, she felt exhausted. Every cell in her body was on strike and she slept very deeply.

The moment I opened my eyes, Sheng Boyan's face enlarged in front of me.

"I..." Yan Liang's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like tearing a piece of rag, and his throat felt as painful as if many tiny needles were piercing it.

"You caught a cold after being caught in the rain." Sheng Boyan's eyes were filled with deep pity, and he wiped Yan Liang's forehead with a wet towel, "You are already so grown up and you still don't know how to take care of yourself. If it rains, just find a place to hide and call me, and I will pick you up. Why did you come back alone without even buying an umbrella?"

His blaming tone revealed helplessness, heartache and regret. Yanliang was still not used to relying on him.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time." Yan Liang apologized hoarsely and begged for mercy with pitiful eyes.

Sheng Boyan softened his heart at the sight, and gently scratched Yan Liang's nose with his fingers: "Well, this won't happen again!"

Jiang Xiaomei came in with a bowl of meat porridge. She was surprised and delighted to see Yan Liang wake up, but then she looked bitter as if she was about to cry in the next second: "I'm sorry, Yan Liang, if I hadn't driven the car away, you wouldn't have caught a cold. It's all my fault!"

Yan Liang shook her head gently. It had nothing to do with her. It was all Shen Jianxi's fault. He kept haunting her and locked her in the car with bad intentions. She had managed to escape and ran home in a panic. How could she think of anything else?

Sheng Boyan was about to take the bowl of porridge, but Jiang Xiaomei dodged for a moment: "Let me feed her! Let me do something for her, otherwise I'll feel guilty to death!"

Sheng Boyan helped Yan Liang half sit up and stuffed a pillow behind her.

Yan Liang was startled when he saw the sky dark outside: "What time is it? I still have to broadcast live!"

As he was about to get out of bed, Sheng Boyan held him down, "You've already slept for more than ten hours. Last night's live broadcast was done by He Xiaoyun. She sold some paper patterns and fabrics based on the day before yesterday. She will be the one doing the live broadcast tonight. Just deal with it for now, and wait until you recover after the holiday before going."

Yan Liang sighed dejectedly. He failed right at the beginning. He was really useless!

"Don't worry, things will be better if you take it slow. Don't be impatient." Sheng Boyan comforted her with a few words and went out.

Jiang Xiaomei blew on the meat porridge in the spoon, tested the temperature with her lips, and then brought it to Yan Liang's mouth: "I made it myself, eat more, your body will be more resistant."

Yanliang took a bite and found it soft and sticky, with no taste at all.

"How is your recovery, senior?" Yan Liang took another mouthful of porridge.

"He's fine. He said that the day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival and he wants to be discharged from the hospital. The doctor agreed." Jiang Xiaomei sounded listless and in a bad mood while speaking.

Yan Liang thought she was worried about him: "I'll be fine after a good night's sleep, and we'll pick him up from the hospital the day after tomorrow."

"You'd better take a rest," Jiang Xiaomei adjusted the quilt covering Yan Liang and sighed, "It will be inconvenient to see him in the future..."

Yan Liang paused, but didn't say anything.

"Don't go the day after tomorrow. Go visit him in a few days and take me with you!" Jiang Xiaomei looked at Yan Liang pleadingly.

"Okay." Yan Liang agreed.

Jiang Xiaomei's face immediately lit up with joy.

Yan Liang was a little worried that she would not be able to bear it after the senior rejected her, but she had no way to persuade her to give up the idea. She sighed silently and could only let it go.

"Yanliang, you finally woke up! You scared your mother to death!" Shang Zixuan rushed up excitedly and hugged Yanliang as soon as she stepped into the room. She kept looking at Yanliang and gently stroked his cheek. "Look at this little face, it's so sallow and you've lost weight."

"Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't have lunch with you." Yan Liang felt warm in his heart when he saw how worried she was about him.

"Silly child! I saw that you didn't come and I couldn't get through on the phone, so I looked for Boyan and found out that you were sick." Shang Zixuan sat sideways on the bed, holding Yan Liang with one arm and pushing Jiang Xiaomei aside.

The meat porridge had been eaten up. Jiang Xiaomei smiled and asked the mother and daughter to have a good talk while she went to wash the dishes.

"Child, don't you know how cold autumn rain is? Why don't you find a place to hide? Or buy an umbrella. If you can't get a taxi, call mom and I'll pick you up." Shang Zixuan started nagging, "Take a hot bath when you come back, and drink a bowl of ginger soup to get rid of the cold. You are young and you don't know how to take care of yourself!"

"I took a hot bath and drank the ginger soup that Sister Yun cooked for me." Yan Liang leaned in his mother's arms with curved eyes and spoke softly.

She felt so happy at this moment. The long-lost mother's embrace was so warm. She wished time would stop at this moment.

The two mothers have different smells. Yan's mother smells like the sweet smell of food, while Shang Zixuan smells like the elegant fragrance of gardenia. No matter which one, Yan Liang is nostalgic for it. The air in the room is quiet and peaceful, and Yan Liang feels lazy.

"Mom, thank you for finding me." Yan Liang said softly, his hands involuntarily wrapping around Shang Zixuan's waist.

Shang Zixuan hugged Yan Liang tighter, tears falling again. Not wanting Yan Liang to see, she raised her head slightly and blinked, her voice choking with suppressed sobs: "Good child, luckily you grew up healthy and safe, otherwise mom would be in a bad mood..."

"Mom, the past is over. We still have decades to spend together." Yan Liang comforted softly.

"Yes, child, promise me that you will never leave me."

Yan Liang nodded silently, rested his head in Shang Zixuan's soft arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.

The next morning, Yan Liang woke up feeling refreshed, and his throat wasn't as painful anymore.

She saw red veins in Sheng Boyan's eyes and knew that he had not slept well in the past two days because he had been taking care of her. She felt distressed and stroked the stubble on his chin, which was very prickly.

Sheng Boyan grabbed Yan Liang's hand in surprise, put it to his lips, kissed it gently, with a smile in his eyes.

Yan Liang's cheeks were hot: "Are you exhausted? Go get some sleep."

After trying to pull his hand back, Sheng Boyan held it reluctantly: "Tomorrow we will go together to pick up Shao Qianyi from the hospital."

"Aren't you tired?" Yan Liang asked worriedly, but didn't dare to meet his burning eyes.

"Don't worry, we can hold on!"

Just then Jiang Xiaomei came in, and Sheng Boyan reluctantly let go and walked out.

"Don't worry, I'll go tomorrow. It won't prevent me from taking you to visit seniors another day." Yan Liang looked at Jiang Xiaomei jokingly and said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaomei's face immediately turned red, and she pushed Yan Liang: "You only know how to make fun of me! Hurry up and wash up, you are as thin as a ghost. If the senior sees you, he will blame us for not taking care of you. You, standing next to the senior now, look more like a patient than him!"

Yan Liang laughed heartlessly, and Jiang Xiaomei used chattering to cover up her embarrassment.