Boyi was afraid that Zhou Hengliang and the others might have some thoughts in their minds, so he turned around and explained to them.
When Yang Liu heard that Boyi was planning to send her to a mental hospital, she became even angrier.
"Tang Boyi, you heartless man, if you dare to send me to a mental hospital, I will die in front of you. Now you know that I am a lunatic. When we were making love last night, why did you..."
When Boyi heard this, he quickly stepped forward and forcibly covered Yang Liu's mouth, not wanting her to continue speaking.
Shumei saw fear, self-blame and guilt in Boyi's eyes. She put Xiao Youchen on the sofa and looked at Yang Liu struggling in Boyi's hands. She was eager to know what had happened last night.
"Bo Yi, let her go and let her talk. I want to know if she can speak eloquently."
"Shumei, she is a lunatic. She must be a psychopath who escaped from a mental hospital. It's better not to listen to her words, so as not to pollute your ears."
"Since it's just crazy talk, there's nothing to worry about. Boyi, let her go!"
Shumei still refused to give up. She just wanted to make things clear and understand everything.
Zhou Hengliang and Li Miaomiao were also very curious and helped to agree, "Uncle, since Aunt Shumei said so, just let her go! We also want to hear what she wants to say."
Under the urging of everyone and Shumei's puzzled eyes, Boyi compromised and let go of Yang Liu reluctantly.
As soon as Yang Liu was free, she scolded Boyi, "You are such a jerk who doesn't know how to be gentle with women. You've almost deformed my mouth. I wish you were this good in bed."
Boyi had already made up his mind to let Shumei know everything, and like a frost-bitten eggplant, he sat on the stool with his head lowered. No matter how Yang Liu scolded him, he didn't talk back.
"Stop swearing and get down to business! What did you just say about last night? Just finish what you were saying! Don't keep us in suspense!"
Zhou Hengliang didn't have the patience to listen to her yelling and just wanted to know what she had just said.
"You're almost going to be a father. What can a man and a woman do lying in bed? Don't you understand? Did someone else get your wife pregnant?"
Yang Liu was full of hostility towards them because they had just asked Boyi for money, and she cursed the two of them in a roundabout way.
When Zhou Hengliang and Li Miaomiao heard this, they were furious and didn't know how to respond.
Yang Liu turned her gaze towards Shumei, pulled the stool closer to her, and began to show off to her intoxicatedly, "Cooking Auntie, you don't know! Your boss has a first-rate body. There's not a single piece of excess flesh on his body. It really makes me linger on it! And that charming red mole on the inside of his thigh, every hair on his body is so alluring..."
Shumei was nearly overwhelmed by what she had heard. Although she didn't know whether Yang Liu's words were true or not, her heart was already in turmoil. She sat down on the stool in despair, her expression unusually pale.
"Shumei, I've already told you she's crazy. Even if she talks a lot of nonsense, it's just fairy tales."
Boyi wanted to make a final effort to tell Shumei what happened last night. He didn't want to tell her under these circumstances. Besides, there were still two younger people around. He had to find a good time, a time when they were alone, to confess everything to Shumei.
"Uncle, that's not right! When you and I went to the lake to bathe, I did notice a red mole the size of a soybean on the inside of your thigh. If she's crazy, how could she know so much about it?"
Zhou Hengliang, who didn't understand the situation, spoke up at this critical moment and became Yang Liu's most powerful witness.
When Yang Liu heard this, a smug expression appeared on her face.
Boyi looked at Zhou Hengliang fiercely, as if he wanted to blame him, but he didn't say it out loud.
Li Miaomiao gently pinched Zhou Hengliang's arm and whispered softly, "You don't understand the situation, so if you're stupid, don't talk too much."
Everyone thought Shumei would storm out of the house in anger, or slap Boyi twice, and everyone's eyes were on her. But Shumei was unusually calm. Apart from a slightly grim expression, she didn't do anything unusual.
She looked at Boyi with doubtful eyes, as if she wanted to hear Boyi explain it to her. But in this situation, how could Boyi explain it? Besides, no matter how he explained it, the incident had indeed happened.
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