Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 119: Similar walking posture, a coincidence?

Yan Liang is certain that Shang Zixuan could not have committed suicide, and she must find the murderer!

Sheng Boyan didn't ask any more questions and accompanied her back home. While Yanliang was washing up, he went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, put a poached egg and some green vegetables on them, and drizzled some sesame oil on them.

Yan Liang had no appetite at all, and Sheng Boyan gently advised her to eat a little, even if it was just eggs and vegetables, so that she would have the strength to cope with what was to come.

Yanliang ate slowly and obediently, without tasting anything.

Sheng Boyan answered two phone calls and went to the balcony to answer them. Yan Liang didn't hear what he said.

After eating half a bowl and not being able to eat any more, Yan Liang stood up and went back to the bedroom. She glanced at Jiang Xiaomei's door in surprise; it was still closed.

Hasn't she come back yet?

A question mark flashed through my mind, but I had no energy to think about it.

……

Before Shao Qianyi returned to his father's house, he asked Shao Qianmin first.

Shao Qianmin frowned, thought for a long time and shook her head: "I didn't see Aunt Zhan. If she came, she would come with Dad. I couldn't have not known? From six o'clock in the morning until the accident, I was always with Wang Qingwan."

"Besides, even if Dad attends Shen Jianxi's wedding, he should go to Shen's house. Why would he go to Wang's house? He's not familiar with Mr. Wang!"

Shao Qianyi thought to himself, could it be that Yan Liang had really seen it wrong?

"Brother, you believe everything Yan Liang says. I think you are really crazy!" Shao Qianmin glanced at her brother. "Even if I don't like that woman surnamed Zhan, I don't want her to be involved in the murder case. It will implicate Dad and have a negative impact on the company."

Shen Jiannan pulled Shao Qianmin and said, "Say less. We are investigating this matter, right? Just tell the truth."

"Humph, didn't you notice that those people tonight wanted to pass on the blame?" Shao Qianmin glared at Shen Jiannan in dissatisfaction, "Boss Wang's words are really interesting. He first emphasized suicide, and then openly and covertly directed suspicion to Yan Liang. Wang Qingwan and her father are on the same page. But Yan Liang actually set the fire on our family!"

"I think Yanliang might have really seen a strange woman," Shen Jiannan pushed his glasses habitually, "It may not be Aunt Zhan."

Shao Qianmin's eyes lit up: "You mean, Mr. Wang was caught cheating by Aunt Shang?"

"Okay, stop making random guesses. Go back first." Shao Qianyi interrupted Shao Qianmin sternly, glanced at the two of them, turned around and got into a police car.

"My brother is very powerful as a criminal policeman." Shao Qianmin made a face at his brother's back.

When Shao Qianyi arrived at his father's house, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Shao's father had just gone to bed, and when he heard him coming, he had to get up again.

"How could such a thing happen?" Shao's father was sitting on the sofa. Zhan Meiting, wearing a cheongsam with dark purple patterns, put two cups of tea on the coffee table and sat casually next to Shao's father.

From the time Zhan Meiting walked over until she sat down, Shao Qianyi's eyes were fixed on her, with a focused and thoughtful expression.

Shao's father coughed in dissatisfaction, and his sharp eyes swept across Shao Qianyi's face.

Shao Qianyi couldn't help but glance at Zhan Meiting for a moment, and said to his father: "Did you really not go out today?"

"I went out for afternoon tea with your Aunt Zhan this afternoon and will be back soon." Father Shao took a sip from his teacup. "I didn't intend to attend the wedding in the first place. As soon as Shen Jianxi returned, he joined forces with the Wang family to exclude Jiannan. Do you think I would still go? Don't be suspicious all day long and even suspect your family members!"

Shao Qianyi glanced at Zhan Meiting's cheongsam intentionally or unintentionally: "Aunt Zhan has been at home all morning?"

Father Shao looked even more unhappy: "Why is your Aunt Zhan involved? She has been with me all the time and did not attend the wedding, let alone go to the Wang family!"

Zhan Meiting was standing nearby, calm and composed, his eyes fixed on Shao's father, and seemed not to care at all about Shao Qianyi's suspicion.

Shao Qianyi further asked: "Aunt Zhan, you didn't go out to buy anything this morning?"

Father Shao paused with the cane in his hand, and there was a hint of annoyance in his tone: "What's wrong with you? I called to ask if your Aunt Zhan went to Wang's house. What did she do there? She was with me all day! Who on earth is talking nonsense and involving your Aunt Zhan in this? Instead of clarifying it, you come back to question me!"

Shao Qianyi ignored Shao's father and kept his eyes on Zhan Meiting, as if he would not give up until he got her answer.

Zhan Meiting calmed Shao's father down and advised him sympathetically, "Don't be angry. Qian Yi just became a criminal policeman. If there is any doubt, he will come back to investigate. This is a normal procedure. We can't make exceptions."

She turned to look at Shao Qianyi and said in a voice so soft that water could be squeezed out of it, "Your father has a cold today, so I didn't dare go out and stayed with him the whole time. You don't know, every time your father has a cold, he becomes like a child, asking for this and that and making trouble."

Father Shao looked at Zhan Meiting lovingly, and one of his hands unconsciously held hers.

Shao Qianyi was embarrassed for a moment and coughed lightly: "Okay, I understand. I'll leave first. I'll come back if you have any questions later."

"You little bastard! You keep talking in official language to your father. If you dare to come back and make trouble again, I will no longer have you as my son!" Shao's father pointed at Shao Qianyi with his cane and cursed, shaking his head.

Shao Qianyi sighed secretly. His father, as he had grown old, had become trendy and love-brained!

I left home and drove the police car on the road when suddenly a thought flashed through my mind.

I used to feel that Zhan Meiting’s walking posture was a little peculiar, but since we seldom met, I never took it seriously.

When I saw it again today, I inexplicably felt it was a little familiar, as if I had seen it on other people before. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Shen Jiannan’s wife Wang Qingwan also walked like this!

Could it be that Yan Liang recognized Zhan Meiting because of his similar walking posture?

He really wanted to call Yan Liang to confirm, but when he looked at the time, it was already half past ten. Yan Liang must be very tired today and must have fallen asleep by now.

He suppressed the doubt in his mind and planned to ask it tomorrow morning.

……

Strangely enough, Yan Liang did not dream of Shang Zixuan. She thought she would be able to see her when she fell asleep, but she didn't, which made her very disappointed.

When she opened her eyes and woke up, it was bright outside, and she felt for a moment that her memory of last night was just a nightmare.

She will also receive a text message or call from her mother today, saying that she has made something delicious and will send it to her.

After a simple wash, Yan Liang opened the door and heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of porridge drifted into his nose.

She took a deep breath, feeling a little hungry.

"Yanliang," Sheng Boyan came out wearing home clothes and a cartoon-patterned apron around his waist, holding a small porcelain bowl, "Try the chicken porridge I made."

Yan Liang thought he looked a little silly. Usually he was always dressed in black, with a serious face, giving people a cold and distant feeling.

She sat at the dining table cooperatively, picked up a small spoon and stirred it a few times. The tempting aroma made Yanliang's hunger more obvious.

"Eat slowly and don't burn yourself." Sheng Boyan reminded in a gentle voice.

Yanliang took a bite. It was soft, glutinous and fragrant. The chicken was cut into thin strips and cooked until it was soft and melted in the mouth. It was really delicious. He ate a few more bites without realizing it.

"Sister Yun also made shrimp wontons, which will be ready soon." Sheng Boyan looked at Yan Liang eating with relish, and he suddenly felt much more relaxed after a night of anxiety.

"No, I have to eat the snacks my mom made later. If I'm too full, I won't be able to eat any more snacks."

Yan Liang's matter-of-fact tone instantly froze Sheng Boyan's smile: "Yan Liang..."