Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 147: Losing it now doesn't mean you can't have it again in the future

Shen Jianxi sneered coldly. With Wang Qinghai's brain, he could only bully little girls. If he went against Sheng Boyan, he wouldn't even know how he died.

The reason why Sheng Boyan still kept him was just like a cat catching a mouse, playing with him enough and then giving him a fatal blow.

"Jianxi," Wang Kaiye stretched out his hand towards Shen Jianxi, asking him to come closer, "You are the only person we can trust now, and you are also our family. I am old and it doesn't matter anymore. I ask you to take care of Qingwan and Qinghai, especially Qinghai. For Qingwan's sake, can you promise me to protect him and let him survive?"

Wang Kaiye's almost pleading eyes fixed on Shen Jianxi's face, waiting for his answer.

Shen Jianxi frowned, stared at his toes and pondered for a moment, then said in a cold tone: "I'm sorry, you know that what happened back then cannot be reconciled, not to mention that with my current ability, I can't resist Sheng Boyan."

Wang Kaiye's eyes suddenly became dull. He exhaled deeply, closed his eyes tiredly, and two turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He murmured, "Qinghai, I have spoiled you. Alas! Good luck to you. This is all retribution, retribution..."

Wang Qinghai glared at Shen Jianxi in dissatisfaction and snorted, "I just don't believe it. What can he do to me? I'll find someone to kill him tomorrow!"

"Don't cause trouble!" Wang Qingwan stopped him, "What's the point of just saying harsh words?"

Wang Qingwan told her father to rest and recover, and then took Wang Qinghai out of the ward.

Shen Jianxi drove over and asked them if they wanted to go back.

Wang Qingwan's mood had been completely ruined, so she shook her head and said she wanted to stay here and accompany him.

Wang Qinghai climbed into the car, urged them to go faster, yawned with his mouth wide open, and complained that he was very sleepy.

Shen Jianxi sent him back to his wedding room and went to Zijin Garden alone.

There was almost no trace of Yanliang's existence here. He took out his cell phone, stared at the phone number that he could memorize without thinking for a long time, and couldn't help but dial it, hoping that a miracle would happen. However, the mechanical female voice responded to him: The number you dialed is busy, please call again later.

Suddenly I remembered that Yan Liang had started a live broadcast on a certain audio platform. A new spark of hope ignited in my dead heart. I downloaded the APP online and searched for many keywords related to clothing. I was dizzy when I suddenly saw Yan Liang's figure.

He was so surprised and delighted that his eyes were almost glued to the screen.

This is a video recorded by Yanliang, introducing the features of a garment from its design to its fabric.

She was still as nimble and beautiful as an elf, her clear eyes like a deer sparkling, and she radiated more vigor and vitality than before.

It turns out that she can live well, or even better, without him.

His slender fingers gently stroked that pretty face. The smoothness of the phone screen felt very much like her skin, only a little cold. His longing for her grew like weeds in his heart.

He played it on loop over and over again, turning the volume up to maximum, and the whole room was filled with Yanliang's clear, sweet voice.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings: sour, painful, sweet and satisfied. My whole body was gently wrapped in Yanliang's voice, as if I was back in the days when we first spent every day together.

A pair of peach blossom eyes changed from intoxicated and confused to resolute and persistent. He wanted to get Yanliang back!

Just because you lose it now doesn’t mean you won’t have it again in the future.

There is no barrier between them anymore. As long as Yanliang is willing, they can go back to the way they were before.

As for his grandfather, Shen Jianxi was confident that he could convince him.

As long as his project is successful, grandpa will meet all his requests.

He finally had a goal, and his heart was no longer confused. He quickly calmed down, curled up on the sofa, and fell asleep with his phone in his arms.

The number of fans in Yanliang's live broadcast room increased exponentially, and the number of clothes sold, ranging from finished products to fabrics, quickly increased from single digits to three digits.

He Xiaoyun's cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling: "Sister Yan, what should we do? We are too busy!"

Yan Liang was calm: "It's okay, go find Mr. Xie and ask for more people."

"We don't want those people in the design department. They looked down on us before, and now that we're famous we don't want them either!" He Xiaoyun said angrily.

Yan Liang focused on the orders and comments section and ignored He Xiaoyun's words.

The next day at work, many colleagues passed by Yan Liang intentionally or unintentionally, pretending to meet him by chance and making small talk: "Manager Yan, you have dark circles under your eyes. Is it because your live broadcast room is so popular that you are too busy to handle the work?"

Yan Liang smiled faintly: "Not bad."

The other person's expression froze, and he didn't know how to respond with a wry smile. The person next to him pulled him back and said, "He's too arrogant to see you, so don't make yourself look bad."

Yan Liang walked straight to his office. His cell phone rang. It was Xie Yi calling: "Boss Xie, what's up?"

"How many more people do you need? Recruit from outside or select from old employees?" Xie Yi went straight to the point without any nonsense.

"Just pick from the old employees, there's no need to recruit more." Yan Liang's answer made everyone around him prick up their ears, and the person who came up to chat just now had hope rekindled on his face.

The other person curled his lips in disdain, his eyes meeting Han Jinghua who was coming towards him.

Han Jinghua had a calm expression, showing no signs of emotion. He and Yan Liang entered the office at the same time, and Han Jinghua closed the door behind them.

"Yanliang, I heard that you are overwhelmed with orders. I have several production lines that you can use." Han Jinghua looked sincere, as if there had been no conflicts between them some time ago and they still maintained their original friendship.

"Great, thank you." Yan Liang did not refuse and thanked him sincerely, "Director Han, I plan to sell the new products in physical stores, but I am too busy. Please help me."

Han Jinghua's slightly tense expression instantly relaxed, and a comfortable smile spread across his face: "Okay! No problem!"

Then he suddenly thought of something, his eyes filled with fear and worry: "Are you sure you want to sell it in physical stores? Will it cause a backlog of goods?"

She has been troubled by the 70% return rate recently. Online pre-sales have plummeted. She can only make 200 pieces of each popular product at most, and then send them to the next batch of buyers after receiving the returns. Even so, it is still very bleak.

Seeing Yan Liang making the live broadcast room so popular, she felt jealous, but in the final analysis, the styles she designed were not good enough, without any originality, and the ones she copied were all over the place.

If the people she led failed to produce results, they would certainly be persuaded to leave the company. Moreover, Yan Liang and five or six other people were doing very well. As a control group, they would appear even uglier and more redundant.

Many people have complained openly or secretly, and some have even taken the initiative to get closer to Yan Liang. She can't let others get ahead of her, so she lowers her posture and comes to find Yan Liang.

Yan Liang didn't seem to take the previous incident to heart, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But what did Yan Liang mean by that? Was he setting a trap for her?

Yan Liang actually wants to use traditional physical stores to sell products again. If they fail to sell, wouldn’t it be another mistake on her part?

Yan Liang wouldn't do this on purpose to get revenge on her, right? If this thing goes wrong again, let alone being the design director, it would be impossible for her to stay in the company.

She couldn't afford to be unemployed!

"Yan Liang, I'm sorry. I went too far some time ago. Now I solemnly apologize to you! Please forgive me!" Han Jinghua bowed decisively to Yan Liang, scaring him so much that he took a step back.

"Uh, Director Han, don't be like this." Yan Liang was a little embarrassed. Several other colleagues curiously poked their heads out from behind the display screen to peek.

Han Jinghua's face flushed: "I was jealous of your talent and was afraid that you would replace me, so I excluded you. Sorry!"

Yan Liang understood Han Jinghua's suffering. It took her more than ten years to get to this position. She had a family and children, and the burden of life was heavy. She was inevitably worried about gains and losses, especially after being fired by Fan Jian last time, she was even more like a frightened bird.

"Okay, I accept your apology, and we will continue to work together in the future." Yan Liang chuckled and held her hand.

"Then, do we still need to do the physical store business?" Han Jinghua asked tremblingly.

Yan Liang smiled suddenly, and instantly understood why she had apologized just now. She actually thought that he was going to take revenge on her.

"Of course we will!" Yan Liang smiled and spoke softly, "Don't worry, there won't be a shortage of goods. People will learn about it from the live broadcast room and then buy it from the physical store. As long as we ensure that the goods in the physical store and the live broadcast room are exactly the same, there is no need to worry."

Han Jinghua heaved a sigh of relief and stole a glance at Yan Liang. She was talented and broad-minded, and it was only a matter of time for such a person to succeed. A wave of sour resentment surged in her heart, but she suppressed it and resigned herself to the fact that as long as she could have her own place, she would be content. She did not have the strength to compete with her.

Wang Qingwan’s previous experience is a lesson for us!