Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Chapter 219 Death of Shen Jianxi

The moment the first gunshot rang out, Yan Liang's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Shen Jianxi's body, watching him slowly fall to the ground, lying on his back, something seemed to be pouring out of his chest, so red that it was blinding.

Shen Gufeng held the gun in a daze, with a wisp of green smoke coming out of the muzzle. He seemed to be frozen in time, and his fierce eyes suddenly became empty. He looked dazed, as if he didn't understand what had just happened, and his mind was wandering outside his body.

The gunshots outside became more and more frequent, mixed with cries of pain and shouts of "Stop! Raise your hands and surrender!"

The room was dead silent.

Yan Liang's face turned pale, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve. Her eyes were fixed on Shen Jianxi, and she crawled towards him using her hands and feet.

"Shen Jianxi." She called out tentatively, the voice was far away, it seemed not to come from her, it was hoarse and dry, "Shen Jianxi, Jianxi..."

Shen Jianxi's body twitched uncontrollably and red liquid flowed out of his mouth.

Yan Liang heard Shen Jianxi cough in pain and rushed to his side, putting his left arm under his neck, trying to support him.

She tried to hug him with her right hand, but there was a hole in his chest and blood was gushing out. She panicked and desperately blocked the hole with her hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

"Jianxi, don't scare me. What's wrong with you?" Yan Liang held Shen Jianxi's head with one hand and tried to block the wound with the other hand.

Shen Jianxi opened his eyes and turned to Yan Liang with difficulty. Tears flowed from his eyes, but he could not utter a word.

He raised his arm, slowly, and reached into his coat pocket.

His hands were covered in blood and were shaking violently, and he couldn't find his pockets.

Yanliang noticed: "Jianxi, what are you going to do?"

Shen Jianxi's hand finally found his pocket, but he couldn't get in.

Yan Liang reached in hurriedly and touched a thin chain. He pulled it out and saw that there was an exquisite and small crystal bottle hanging on the chain, with a bright red heart shining inside.

Yan Liang was stunned, tears bursting down her face again. She held the crystal bottle in front of Shen Jianxi: "Jianxi, is this what you are looking for?"

As Shen Jianxi's body twitched, he kept coughing up blood, which covered his chest. When he saw the crystal bottle, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Yan Liang's heart was flooded with guilt and pain. She held the crystal bottle close to her heart: "Jianxi, I understand. This is what you gave me. I like it very much. I will keep it well and wear it close to my body and never take it off for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, Jianxi, I'm sorry..."

Yan Liang threw himself on Shen Jianxi's chest and burst into tears.

"Jianxi, hold on!"

Liang cried and begged, and shouted with all his strength: "Come and save him! Someone save him!"

There were a lot of footsteps coming in, as if a lot of people were coming in. Yan Liang could only see the shadows of people, but couldn't tell who they were or what happened. He could only shout frantically in his heart: "Save Shen Jianxi!"

She cried until she lost consciousness, holding the crystal bottle pendant tightly in her hand.

When he woke up again, a familiar and friendly face came into his sight. Yan Liang was dazed for a moment and couldn't remember what had happened.

"Yanliang, you finally woke up!" Sheng Boyan's usually cold face showed a hint of joy, and his eyes wandered over Yanliang's face with pity, "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?"

Yan Liang rolled her eyes blankly, and a bloody and painful scene suddenly appeared in her mind. Shen Jianxi was lying in a pool of blood, dying, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes lingered on her face.

His heart suddenly ached, and Yan Liang looked around in panic: "Where's Shen Jianxi? How is he?"

Pain flashed across Sheng Boyan's eyes, and he reached out to grab Yan Liang's hand: "Don't move, you're on IV."

Yan Liang stared at Sheng Boyan frantically and asked stubbornly, "Where is Shen Jianxi? Where is he?"

"Shen Jianxi, he..." Sheng Boyan didn't know how to answer her, fearing that she would be too shocked if she knew the truth. "Yanliang, you should have a good rest. You should take care of the baby in your belly. When you feel better, go see Shen Jianxi."

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, hope flashing in his eyes: "Is Shen Jianxi okay? He was rescued, right? He, he was trying to save me..."

Sheng Boyan looked at her with sorrow and pity: "He's fine..."

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, fortunately he is okay."

Then he turned his head suddenly and said, "Shen Gufeng has been arrested, right?"

"Yes, he's been arrested!" Sheng Boyan said firmly, "I'm sorry, I was late and you almost got hurt..."

Yan Liang bit his lip and shook his head: "I don't blame you. No one expected Shen Gufeng to be so crazy."

Then Yan Liang seemed to remember something, his eyes looked around, his hands were touching everywhere, and his eyes showed panic.

Sheng Boyan's expression darkened. He stretched out his right hand and handed a crystal bottle pendant hanging on a thin platinum chain to Yan Liang.

Yan Liang grabbed it and exclaimed, "Ah, luckily I didn't lose it."

Then he held the pendant tightly in his hand and placed it against his heart.

Really exhausted, Yan Liang felt physically and mentally exhausted. After learning that Shen Jianxi was fine, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Sheng Boyan's face was pale and his eyes were dark. He sighed deeply, tucked the quilt corner for Yan Liang with a serious expression, and walked out of the ward.

When I walked to the morgue, I heard a woman crying out at the top of her lungs from a distance: "Brother Jianxi, why did you leave me alone? You are so cruel. You died without making a sound just to get rid of me! Well, wait for me. I won't let you go! Do you think I can do nothing about you if you die? Can't I find you? I will go find you soon. Wait for me!"

Sheng Boyan walked in expressionlessly. There were not many people inside. Zhang Chao came over with red eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "How is Yanliang?"

"She's awake and everything is fine." Sheng Boyan took a deep look at Wang Qingwan, who was lying in the corner crying with disheveled hair and looking like a devil.

Zhang Chao nodded sadly, returned to the door of the morgue, and murmured: "Fortunately she is fine, Jianxi, you can rest assured..."

"What? Yanliang is awake?" Wang Qingwan stood up suddenly with red and swollen eyes, as if waking up from a dream, and ran towards Sheng Boyan, "Why is she not dead yet? She is a jinx, whoever gets involved with her will be unlucky! My mother was killed by her, my brother is also dead, and she is here to kill Brother Jianxi! This shameless bitch! How dare she still live! I'm going to kill her!"

As she was about to rush out with a glaring look in her eyes, Sheng Boyan grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her back: "Calm down! If you keep making trouble, I'll put you in a mental hospital!"

Wang Qingwan suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face and her voice breaking. She didn't know whether she bit her lip or tongue, but blood was running from the corner of her mouth.