Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 70: Online public opinion is boiling

Shang Zixuan was eager to hear her daughter call her "Mom" in person, but Yan Liang couldn't call her out at this moment. Last time, she just made a mouth shape, but she didn't expect that it would be so difficult to actually open her mouth and call out.

The last time she was sincere. At that time, she knew that Shang Zixuan also loved Wang Qingwan, but she thought she loved herself more. After all, she was her biological daughter, and they had been separated for many years. She had suffered so much outside. As a mother, she would definitely feel more sorry for her.

But Shang Zixuan did not call Yan Liang immediately yesterday, which made her realize that in Shang Zixuan's heart, the adopted daughter's position was higher than that of her biological daughter.

This realization was like a bucket of cold water poured over her boiling heart, and she felt more and more the benefits of being a deaf-mute.

Shang Zixuan said that he would come to the company to have lunch with her at noon, but Yan Liang refused, saying that he was not in the company due to something. Shang Zixuan hung up the phone sadly and disappointedly.

Yan Liang returned to the office. Han Jinghua hugged Yan Liang exaggeratedly and said, "Oh, I'm scared when I think about it. Fortunately, I didn't say bad things about you behind your back, otherwise you would have heard it, hahaha!"

Yan Liang pursed her lips and smiled softly. She entered the lobby and took the elevator. Along the way, many people saw her trembling with fear and stole glances at her cautiously. A few bolder ones greeted her awkwardly, and she responded calmly.

She knew that they were guilty, and she heard everything they said behind her back, but she didn't take it to heart. At this moment, she felt a little sad. It was a pity that she could no longer eavesdrop so recklessly.

She mentioned the expressions of her colleagues to Han Jinghua, who laughed heartily, holding his stomach and saying, "It is said that one should be honest. If you think that others don't know, what you say in the dark room will eventually be broadcast on the rooftops."

Yan Liang and Han Jinghua chatted for a while, and Han Jinghua reminded her if she had noticed the public opinion on the Internet?

Yan Liang looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant. He checked online and found that the gossip about her and Wang Qingwan firmly occupied the top ten hot searches, such as "The real and fake daughter PK, the fake daughter ended up in a miserable defeat!"

"The fake daughter forcibly snatched the real daughter's fiancé, and the real daughter angrily tore off the fake daughter's hypocritical mask!"

"The rich young man ungratefully abandoned the deaf-mute girl, and the deaf-mute girl turned into a rich man's daughter!"

"The real daughter pretended to be deaf and dumb, slept on straw and tasted gall, and one day she was reborn like a phoenix and slapped the face of the shameless fake daughter!"

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The comment section was in an uproar, with public opinion boiling over!

Yan Liang smiled bitterly. He couldn't help but admire these journalists for their acting prowess. The various imaginary stories they created set off waves of public opinion.

She was not interested in this and focused on her new design. Then she received a call from Sheng Boyan. He said with a smile: "It feels like a dream to be able to talk to you on the phone like this."

Yan Liang also curled up the corners of his lips: "You'll get used to it."

"Those things on the Internet didn't affect you, did they? If you don't like it, don't read it. I'll keep an eye on it and won't see any comments that are unfavorable to you."

It turned out that he was worried that her mood would be affected by the public opinion on the Internet. His heart was like being blown by a spring breeze, and the ice that had been frozen for a long time suddenly broke and then melted into water.

"You didn't add fuel to the fire, did you?" Yan Liang asked in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Sheng Boyan confessed his mistake in a hesitant tone.

"Well done!" Yan Liang smiled.

Sheng Boyan let out a clear laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Your husband?" Han Jinghua stared at Yan Liang's slightly blushing face with burning eyes and asked sourly.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Liang hummed without even looking up.

"I'm so envious!" Han Jinghua sighed silently, "You are in a good time now, enjoy it! Once you have a child, the couple will be like strangers. The woman's world will only be filled with the child, and the man will start to go out and hunt for food."

Yan Liang glanced at Han Jinghua, thinking it was another family tragedy and comedy. If she tried to find out, Han Jinghua would probably tell her about it for three days and three nights. But she had no curiosity, so she shut up and pretended not to hear.

Once again, it proves that being deaf and dumb is better!

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As usual, Sheng Shaojun saw Chenchen off, took a book and sat on the office chair in the study. There was a cup of American coffee on the desk, with wisps of hot steam rising from it. She really enjoyed this morning time.

She hadn't had such a peaceful and tranquil life for a long time. The happy times in the past seemed like a dream, which had gradually become blurred and faded in her memory. The only thing that was clear was the heart-piercing pain, which once made her feel worse than death.

Fortunately, time is really a good medicine, no matter how painful the wound is, it will heal one day. But she knew that her wound was just a temporary scab, and if she accidentally peeled off the scab, it would still be bloody.

When she came to live with her son, she deliberately did not bring any photos of her deceased daughter and husband, because she did not want the scab to be opened again. It was too painful, and her heart was becoming more and more fragile, and she could not bear it.

Her only hope now is that Yan Liang can give her a grandson like Chen Chen. Initially, she felt that she had wronged her excellent son because of Yan Liang's disability. Now she knows that Yan Liang is not really deaf and dumb, but just temporarily aphasic due to stimulation.

Yanliang is really a miserable child. She grew up in an orphanage. She finally had a foster mother who loved her, but she died in a car accident. She understood Yanliang's feelings of losing a loved one and felt even more sorry for him.

Now Yan Liang has recovered and everything seems perfect. If she takes revenge, her heart disease will be completely cured. She just needs to wait for Yan Liang to give birth to a grandson or granddaughter, and then she will be able to stay at home and enjoy the happiness of family.

Thinking of this, Sheng Shaojun smiled, but tears welled up in his eyes.

Sister Yun pushed the door open with a smile and handed over a plate of freshly baked snacks: "Try this, it's fresh out of the oven and still warm."

Sheng Shaojun pinched a piece and put it into his mouth, chewing it for a few times and nodding frequently: "Mm, it's crispy and fragrant, and the sweetness is just right. Your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Sister Yun smiled with her eyes curved: "As long as you like it, I believe the young lady will like it too. I see that she doesn't like sweets very much."

"By the way, the internet is now full of news about the Young Madam and the Wang family's adopted daughter. It's a huge commotion! That adopted daughter is so mean and scheming. She stole the Young Madam's design and turned the tables to frame her! Fortunately, the Young Madam used her strength to slap her in the face in public. Now her reputation is completely ruined! It makes me feel better just thinking about it! Hahaha!"

Sheng Shaojun frowned upon hearing this. She had heard her son briefly talk about the fashion contest. It turned out that the person who stole the design was the adopted daughter of Yan Liang's biological parents? She was older and had more life experience. She knew immediately that the adopted daughter was not just stealing the design. She must have more dark thoughts.

"Madam, do you think the Wang family will vent their anger on the young mistress?" Sister Yun looked a little worried. "Although they are biological children, sometimes the ones who were raised since childhood are closer than biological children. As parents, even if we can treat them equally, we certainly don't want to see the reputation of the daughter we raised ruined."

Sheng Shaojun pondered for a moment, waved his hand to let Sister Yun go out, and took the tablet to open it.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became. His eyes became deeper and deeper, and the expression on his face was like a sky covered with dark clouds.