Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 126 Who is the one who took over the nest?

Yan Liang was unexpectedly dragged to the ground, and a small grain of sand sank into his palm, causing a slight pain.

"I'll kill you! You should have died long ago! I really regret not making you disappear the first time, so that my parents wouldn't have been sent to jail because of you, and I wouldn't have ended up in this situation now!" Wang Qingwan cursed breathlessly, grabbing Yan Liang's hair and refusing to let go.

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that he had changed his clothes but had not had time to bring the needle bag. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, and grabbed Wang Qingwan's wrist with his backhand, digging his nails into her skin.

With a cry of pain, Wang Qingwan loosened her hand, and Yan Liang took the opportunity to dodge her claws.

A figure rushed over and stood between Yan Liang and Wang Qingwan: "Miss Wang, what are you doing?"

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief, luckily Jiang Xiaomei followed her out.

Wang Qingwan's long curly hair was messy and she looked unkempt. The muscles on her face were twisted hideously and her eyes were like two sharp knives, almost cutting Yan Liang into pieces.

Jiang Xiaomei was frightened by her and turned pale. She used her body to protect Yan Liang and stared at Wang Qingwan warily.

"It's all your fault! All this is your fault!" Wang Qingwan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Why did you show up? Why didn't you just hide in the corner like a mouse? Why did you come out to harm us?"

She knew that Jiang Xiaomei was around and she couldn't take advantage of him, but her hatred burned her so much that she almost lost her mind, and her scarlet eyes stared straight at Yan Liang.

"What does your parents' arrest have to do with Yan Liang?" Jiang Xiaomei couldn't help but retort, "They teamed up to kill Aunt Shang, life for life! They caused Yan Liang to lose his mother, if there is anyone to hate, it should be Yan Liang who hates you, why are you so angry?"

Wang Qingwan bit her lips until they turned pale, her eyes flashing with green ghost fire, as if she was going to drag Yan Liang into the abyss in the next second: "If your mother hadn't occupied the magpie's nest, my parents would have been together a long time ago. They gave birth to me and my brother. Your mother was redundant, and you are redundant too!"

"If you weren't here, our family would be so happy and harmonious. How could my parents be arrested? How could our family be torn apart like this? All of this is caused by you and your damn mother! I will kill you to avenge my parents!"

The overwhelming hatred in Wang Qingwan's tone gave Yan Liang an illusion that good and evil had been misplaced, as if she and her mother had really become the unforgivable culprits. She couldn't help but sneer: "Don't you understand yet? Your mother was a mistress until her death, and you and Wang Qinghai were illegitimate children until your death! Who is the one who took over the magpie's nest? Who is redundant?"

Yanliang's voice was like ice in the twelfth lunar month, cold and piercing. Wang Qingwan's eyes were even more resentful, with a heavy layer of humiliation and unwillingness in their depths.

"Just wait, I'll make you live a life worse than death!" She said this sinisterly and turned away.

"If you can't wait to reunite with your parents, I don't mind giving you a ride." Yan Liang said calmly, scratching the place that was hurt by the small grains of sand with his fingers, and a hint of bitterness appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Yanliang, your last sentence gave me goose bumps." Jiang Xiaomei glanced at Yanliang's face cautiously, with an inexplicable meaning in her tone, "How dare Wang Qingwan come to trouble you? You are secretly happy that you don't hate her. You really don't know what you are talking about!"

"Why did you come out?" Yan Liang raised his hand to pat the dust off his body and walked back.

"You didn't eat breakfast, and your face was frighteningly pale. You didn't answer when I asked you. I was worried, so I left Chenchen to Sister Yun and chased after you. I didn't see you, so I thought you took a taxi and left. I was about to go home when I saw Wang Qingwan."

"Yanliang, why did you come out?" Jiang Xiaomei only then remembered to ask about what happened before.

"Aunt Sheng wants to see me."

"Aunt Sheng? Where is she?" Jiang Xiaomei looked around.

"left already."

"Ah?" Jiang Xiaomei looked confused. "Why don't you go home?"

"Xiaomei, it's time for us to move."

Yan Liang's words, spoken in a calm tone, stirred up a storm in Jiang Xiaomei's heart: "What? What do you mean? Why do you want to move?"

Jiang Xiaomei couldn't believe her ears, let alone what she was about to face. She began to stutter, "What's going on? You, you, and Mr. Sheng, want to divorce?"

She stared at Yan Liang in disbelief, and her hands involuntarily grasped Yan Liang's arm, forcing Yan Liang to stop: "Wasn't everything fine before? Did Aunt Sheng come to tell you? Why didn't Mr. Sheng tell you in person? He couldn't open his mouth? Did he want to get rid of you because you're now an orphan without a father or a mother?"

The continuous questions left Yan Liang speechless. He didn't know which question to answer, nor did he know how to explain the grudge between them.

"Our marriage was fake in the first place!" Yan Liang decided to cut the Gordian knot, "Isn't divorce inevitable sooner or later?"

Jiang Xiaomei opened her mouth and her face turned ugly: "No, even if you want a divorce, you don't have to rush, right? How can he force you to divorce when your mother just passed away and didn't even have a funeral?"

"He didn't force me. I was the one who wanted a divorce." Yan Liang subconsciously defended Sheng Boyan, "I am an unlucky person. Both of my mothers passed away, and both left in such a tragic way..." Yan Liang choked in his throat and couldn't continue. His eyes were hot and sore.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the sky which was becoming increasingly gloomy, and the wind dried a teardrop that had accidentally fallen.

“How can this be blamed on you…” Jiang Xiaomei’s voice sank, and she followed Yan Liang silently, her eyes unconsciously counting Yan Liang’s footsteps.

Jiang Xiaomei looked at the entrance door inlaid with natural mother-of-pearl pieces, swallowed hard, and said hoarsely: "Are we really going to leave?"

Yanliang walked in and changed into slippers.

"Where are we going?" Jiang Xiaomei asked as if in a dream.

"Old house." Yan Liang went straight to the bedroom.

The cell phone rang, and Yan Liang saw that it was Sheng Boyan calling. He hesitated for a moment and then pressed the answer button.

"Yanliang, when do you plan to hold a funeral for your mother?" Sheng Boyan's pure and magnetic voice passed through the microphone and penetrated into Yanliang's eardrums, stirring up circles of sour ripples in her heart, and then spreading layer by layer to her eyes.

"The day after tomorrow." She suppressed the grievance that was surging up in her heart, and dared not reveal anything about Sheng Shaojun coming to see her. When she thought of divorcing Sheng Boyan, her heart fell for no reason, and the abyss was pitch black.

"What's wrong with you?" Sheng Boyan keenly sensed the change in her mood and asked with concern.

"No, it's okay." Yan Liang sniffed and tried to keep his tone calm, "Let's set it for the day after tomorrow. There's no need to notify Wang Qingwan and his sister."

"I understand." Sheng Boyan thought Yan Liang was just sad about his mother's death, so he didn't ask any more questions. "I will prepare the necessary things, you don't have to worry about anything."

Yan Liang said "hmm" meekly and hung up the phone.

She wanted to do something for her mother, so she forced herself to eat a bowl of glutinous rice porridge, then found a larger canvas bag and prepared to go to the Wang family villa to pack up her mother's belongings.