Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 148 Becoming a hostess

With Han Jinghua's cooperation, Yan Liang's work became more handy. She was busy like a top, leaving home at seven in the morning and returning home at almost eleven at night.

The weather was getting colder and colder. One night when I got off work, a little snow started to fall from the sky and fell on my cheeks, feeling a little cool.

Yanliang took a deep breath of the cold, fresh air of the winter night and felt more comfortable than ever before.

The amount of clothes sold in live broadcast rooms and physical stores has gradually surpassed the original online pre-sale volume, and the number of physical stores is still growing rapidly.

Han Jinghua and other colleagues also became motivated and worked enthusiastically. All the previous grudges became a thing of the past, and it seemed that everyone revolved around Yanliang, with her opinions as the core.

Han Jinghua was marginalized invisibly, and when she occasionally thought about it, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Sister Yan, it's snowing. I'll take you home." He Xiaoyun leaned out of the car window and greeted Yan Liang.

Yan Liang was not polite and sat in the passenger seat: "Thank you, you have worked hard."

He Xiaoyun immediately smiled and chatted non-stop with Yan Liang all the way.

Yan Liang dragged his tired body up to the fifth floor and opened the lock with his fingerprint. The entrance was pitch dark and Jiang Xiaomei and her son were probably asleep.

Yan Liang came in in the dark, and suddenly his foot was tripped by something and he almost fell.

She looked down in surprise and saw a black mass blocking the door, which scared her so much that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

"Mom..." The dark shadow made a soft, milky sound. When Yan Liang heard it, his heart suddenly felt sour.

"Chenchen, why are you here? Why don't you go to the bedroom to sleep? Where's your mother?" Yan Liang carefully picked up the soft little body, groped for the switch on the wall with one hand, pressed it, and the room suddenly became bright.

Chenchen rubbed his eyes with sleepy hands to adjust to the sudden bright light. He recognized Yanliang and called softly, "Auntie."

He was wearing light blue cotton pajamas, his hands were dirty, and there were stains on his face.

Yan Liang carefully examined him for a moment, then held her and sat on the sofa, and took a wet towel to wipe his hands and face: "Chenchen, why did you run out instead of sleeping? Where's your mother?"

"Mom went out," Chenchen looked at Yanliang with aggrieved eyes. A layer of mist covered her clear eyes, but she stubbornly didn't let it fall, which made people feel distressed. "Mom let Chenchen sleep alone. She had to go out for something. Chenchen was scared, so she went to the door to wait for her mother to come back."

Yan Liang's eyes were sore, and he hugged Chen Chen's soft body distressedly: "Chen Chen, be good, don't sleep at the door in the future, you will catch a cold, auntie will take you to the bedroom to sleep, okay?"

Chenchen nodded obediently and leaned his head on Yanliang's shoulder. Yanliang felt that his little face and hands were cold.

She hurriedly turned up the air conditioner temperature to 30 degrees, carried Chenchen into the bedroom, put him on the crib, and coaxed him gently.

"Aunt, when will mom be home?" Chenchen's eyelids were drooping and he was about to fall asleep, but he suddenly opened his eyes and asked Yanliang without blinking.

"I'll be back soon, Chenchen. Go to sleep quickly. You'll be able to see your mother when you wake up." Yanliang softened her voice to coax him, "Auntie will sing a song for you, okay?"

Chenchen grabbed Yanliang's clothes with her little hands, her obsidian eyes flashing with joy.

Yan Liang hummed a song until Chenchen fell asleep, then he quietly retreated and closed the door gently.

She took out her cell phone and saw that it was almost twelve o'clock and Jiang Xiaomei had not come back yet. She couldn't help but feel angry and worried. Where had she been so late?

She called Jiang Xiaomei, but no one answered after a long time of ringing. Yan Liang's heart was in her throat. She imagined all kinds of scenarios of young women who did not return home late at night and encountered gangsters. She was so scared that she could not sit still. Her hands and feet were shaking, and she kept dialing the phone over and over again.

She grabbed the down jacket that had just been placed on the hanger, put it on in a panic, rushed to the entrance to put on her leather cotton shoes, and planned to go out to look for Jiang Xiaomei.

As soon as the door opened, the cold winter wind mixed with the smell of snow blew on Yan Liang's face. He couldn't help but shiver and almost collided with a dark shadow coming towards him.

A pungent smell of alcohol rushed into his nose, and Yan Liang instinctively dodged.

"Yanliang? Where are you going?" It was Jiang Xiaomei's vague voice.

Yan Liang's heart suddenly dropped, and he glared at Jiang Xiaomei angrily: "What time is it? Where did you go to leave the child alone at home? Are you still a mother?"

Jiang Xiaomei was wearing a wrinkled rose-red long down jacket, and her long curly hair was disheveled. Under the dim light in the corridor, her cheeks were abnormally flushed, and her eyes were hazy. It was obvious that she was very drunk.

Yan Liang dragged Jiang Xiaomei into the house and pushed her onto the sofa in the living room. She was so tired that she was out of breath. "Look at what you look like. You went out to drink late at night? You went to the bar? How could you leave Chenchen alone at home in such a cold day?"

Jiang Xiaomei slumped sideways on the sofa, turned over, put her legs on the coffee table, burped a few times, glanced at Yanliang with a confused look, and laughed.

"Yanliang, you, pour me a glass of water!" Jiang Xiaomei said drunkenly, as if she didn't hear what Yanliang said.

Yan Liang wanted to slap her a few times to wake her up, so he turned around and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of warm water, then put it on the coffee table in a bad mood: "Get up and drink it yourself!"

Jiang Xiaomei didn't despise it either. She smiled and reached out to grope for the cup, brought it to her mouth and gulped down the drink.

He raised the cup again: "More!"

Yan Liang had no choice but to pour another cup. Jiang Xiaomei drank it and then sighed comfortably.

"Where have you been? You knew I came back late and no one was home, but you still dared to leave Chenchen alone at home? What if something happened?" Yan Liang forced Jiang Xiaomei to sit up straight and asked her sternly.

She had never been as angry as she was today. When she saw Chenchen huddled together at the door, his body frozen cold, and the first thing he said when he opened his eyes was to call for his mother, her heart ached.

"Don't you know what I'm going to do?" Jiang Xiaomei seemed to be a little sober, staring at Yan Liang with burning eyes, "Of course I'm going to make money. If I don't make money, how can I pay for Chenchen's kindergarten? How can I raise him? How can I support him to go to school and go to college? How can I support him to study abroad?"

Yan Liang was shocked and looked at Jiang Xiaomei in disbelief. She actually had such long-term plans for Chenchen?

She couldn't help feeling guilty and sad. She didn't have any children, so she naturally couldn't understand a mother's heart. Empathy alone was far from enough.

It was probably because they moved out of Dongfu Mansion. The living environment and living conditions before and after were too different. Jiang Xiaomei couldn't adapt and was unwilling to give up.

Yan Liang discovered Jiang Xiaomei's emotions some time ago, but she thought that after a while, when she recognized the reality, she would slowly accept it. After all, their original situation was worse than now.

What's more, Yan Liang worked hard with her, and even if their lives could not reach as luxurious as those of the rich, they could still live a life without worries about food and clothing.

She didn't expect Jiang Xiaomei to make money, and she worked hard just to provide Chenchen with better material conditions.

But as a mother, how could Jiang Xiaomei not think about her own children?

Yan Liang's anger immediately dissipated, and she held Jiang Xiaomei's hand: "I'm sorry, I wronged you."

"From now on, take good care of Chenchen after get off work, and leave the money-making to me." Yan Liang tucked a strand of hair that fell on Jiang Xiaomei's face behind her ear, "Are you short of money? I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and transferred all his previous bonus and the 120,000 yuan he had saved recently to her.

Jiang Xiaomei stared blankly at the transfer amount on her phone for a few seconds, then smiled suddenly: "Yanliang, you are still the best!"

"Xiaomei, what kind of work did you do at night?" Yan Liang saw Jiang Xiaomei going to wash up and asked worriedly.

"Host girl." She answered calmly and slammed the bathroom door.