Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 133 Let’s get a divorce

When the noodles were served, Yan Liang was stunned. They were so thick and angular that it took some effort to control a single noodle with two chopsticks.

When you bite it, it is very chewy, not like it is made of ordinary flour. Sheng Boyan said very professionally that it is made by mixing flour and starch together and pressing it with a special machine.

The soup is delicious and the ingredients are too numerous to count. In addition to sweet garlic and meatballs, there are also coriander, vermicelli, shredded carrots, shredded cucumbers, foamed toon, etc., which are very appetizing.

Yan Liang picked up the coriander from the bowl bit by bit and put it on the small plate next to him. Sheng Boyan saw it and poured all the coriander that Yan Liang picked up into his own bowl: "Next time we come, let's tell the boss in advance not to put coriander in it."

Yan Liang's throat choked. Will there be a next time?

The noodles were really delicious. Yanliang drank up all the soup and felt very full.

After the meal, the owner brought a pot of refreshing tea to relieve the greasiness, and Yanliang drank a small cup.

"Let's go to the movies after dinner?" Sheng Boyan suggested enthusiastically. He thought that watching a movie was a must-do on a date, right? Seeing that others were doing the same thing, he decided to give it a try, feeling a little nervous.

Yan Liang chuckled, but didn't answer. He walked out of the store, facing the chilly early winter night wind, tightened the collar of his windbreaker, and said, "Let's take a walk to help digest the food."

Sheng Boyan quickly agreed, feeling secretly delighted. In fact, he didn't like sitting in a dark movie theater with his partner, and he didn't dare to do anything in the dark, so it would be meaningless. He didn't like those romantic movies, and he was afraid that Yanliang wouldn't like the adventure and police movies he liked.

It would be best if they could walk hand in hand and talk outside. Even if they don’t talk, just walking hand in hand like they will walk like this for the rest of their lives will make him very happy.

He took off his coat and put it on Yanliang's shoulders.

The clothes still stank of Sheng Boyan's unique, crisp cedar scent. Yan Liang was in a trance for a moment, wishing that the quiet time before him would stop forever, so that there would be no more separation, no more pain.

The two people walked side by side, the warm light of the street lamp shone on them, and the shadows on the ground were sometimes in front of them, sometimes behind them, constantly expanding and contracting with their footsteps.

Sheng Boyan's arm, which was close to Yan Liang, was hanging down, and occasionally it would bump into her unconsciously. His heart would thump. He tentatively moved closer to her, wanting to grab that cold little hand, but he opened and clenched his hands several times, but he still couldn't muster up the courage.

After walking for a while in silence, Yan Liang spoke first: "I should have been the one to treat you. Thank you for taking care of me and being so kind to me. From childhood to adulthood, besides my adoptive mother, you are the second most important person. A lot of things have happened to me during this period of time. Thanks to you for always protecting me, otherwise, I might not be able to cope with it at all."

Sheng Boyan's burning heart was suddenly poured with a bucket of cold water. The heat in his body cooled down little by little, and the curve at the corners of his lips also faded little by little. He had a premonition that Yan Liang was going to say something next, which he didn't want to hear.

"Yanliang, we are husband and wife, it's too formal for you to say that." Sheng Boyan interrupted her hurriedly, "It's getting late, you must be very tired these days, let's go home quickly."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and tried to escape, but Yan Liang grabbed him.

He felt a warm and smooth touch on the palm of his hand. The soft and boneless little hand was completely wrapped in his big hand. He held it tightly and used force. If possible, he hoped that there would be a divine power at this moment that could weld their hands together and never separate them for the rest of their lives.

Yan Liang tried pulling it out, but it didn't move at all, so he simply stopped trying.

Her calm eyes rested on Sheng Boyan's strong features, and her voice was firm and clear: "Let's get a divorce."

She said it so calmly, as if everything had come to a certain point. But Sheng Boyan's heart was like a tsunami, with dark waves like monsters hitting the rocks on the shore fiercely, as if they would crush them into powder in the next second.

"Why?" After a lot of effort, Sheng Boyan squeezed out a hoarse and dry voice from his throat, like a fish that had been stranded for a long time, with only the last breath of life left.

Yan Liang's heart shrank in pain. She was too guilty to meet his gaze. She closed her eyes and tried to force back the soreness in her eyes. After a few seconds, she steadied her voice: "Our marriage was originally a fake marriage. You said that when I feel it's time to end, we'll end it."

"So, do you think it's time to end it now?" His question was filled with grievance and resentment. A cold wind blew by, and both of them shivered at the same time.

Yan Liang slowly and persistently pulled back his hand. Sheng Boyan was only slightly stubborn for a moment before reluctantly loosening his grip.

"Did someone tell you something?" He felt that since he confessed to Yan Liang, they had been getting along very well, with an unspoken understanding and a gradual spiritual connection. Could he be wrong? Was it all his wishful thinking?

"No," Yan Liang hurriedly shook his head and looked up at him, "I feel that I have caused you too much trouble during this period, and because of me, you will be restricted in your actions towards the Wang family. I don't want to drag you down anymore. You deserve better."

"What if I say I like being dragged down? In fact, I am not restrained by you. Although I will ask for your opinion before every action, in fact, even if you don't agree, I will probably do it!" There was a hint of winter chill in Sheng Boyan's voice.

A few fallen leaves fluttered in front of their eyes, swirling to the ground, adding a sense of depth and desolation to the cold night.

Winter came a little early this year.

Sheng Boyan wanted to keep Yan Liang capriciously, not allowing her to leave him, and lock her to his side domineeringly, but looking at her straight, thin and stubborn back, and her cold and determined eyes, he couldn't bear to force her.

He loves Yanliang deeply, but this cannot become a shackle that binds Yanliang. He hopes that his love can bring Yanliang freedom and peace, rather than selfishly taking her for himself unless she is willing.

He took a deep breath of cold air, ice had already formed in his chest. He stared silently into Yan Liang's eyes, looking deep into her pupils, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay!"

Yan Liang's heart suddenly fell with the word "good" and fell into bottomless darkness.

Wasn't this the answer she expected? Why did she feel a tightness in her chest, and her tears flowed back into her chest, slowly freezing into ice?

Sheng Boyan said nothing and sent Yan Liang back to Dongfu Mansion with a dark face. When he turned around to leave, Yan Liang's cruel and cold voice froze his steps again: "When you are free one day, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Sheng Boyan didn't remember whether he responded or not. He just felt that the way back became so unfamiliar and bumpy. If it weren't for the navigation, he would probably drive all the way to the North Pole.