RMM – Chapter 108 Old Qi Family Restaurant

He Wen glanced at Xiang’s happily ringing phone and lightly frowned.

Feng Weijia? Why’s he calling again? Has this guy been contacting me too frequently these past few days? I didn’t annoy him, did I?

He pointed at the phone for Su Ruo to answer it. Su Ruo nodded, then turned back to look at the clothes.

“Feng Weijia, did I accidentally upset you these past few days?”

He Wen started with that, leaving Feng Weijia utterly confused. “No, why? What’s wrong?”

That’s good, He Wen exhaled. “Then why do you keep calling me every day? I just helped you get through that thing, was it necessary to think about it all the time? Are you, Third Young Master Feng, still owed this favor from me?”

He Wen spoke irritably, glancing at Su Ruo browsing the clothes in the store, then rolled his eyes.

…Feng Weijia was left speechless, helplessly shaking his head, consoling himself: it’s fine, it’s fine, this girl just has low emotional intelligence—take it slow, no rush…

Speaking of which, He Wen’s IQ wasn’t in question, but her emotional intelligence was indeed low. She couldn’t react properly in most situations, never overthinking anything. But when it came to friends’ matters, she wouldn’t be clueless—she’d always be the first to step forward.

So He Wen’s emotional shortcomings were fully evident in personal relationships—she just wouldn’t catch on, and she’d probably think you’re joking even if someone was being direct with her.

With He Wen like this, if Feng Weijia wanted to pursue her, it would require quite an effort. Her cluelessness alone would demand considerable patience, let alone the challenges of romance.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to keep in touch with you,” Feng Weijia forced a laugh.

“You really picked the wrong person then. I’m busy earning a living, unlike you, a wealthy heir who has nothing to worry about.”

He Wen’s flat tone made Feng Weijia sigh inwardly—the path of love is truly a difficult one. Look at what she said; does she realize how much difference there is between their families?

But this minor setback didn’t discourage Feng Weijia. If anything, it motivated him more. “Then what are you busy with?”

If only I could have dinner with you tonight—that would be perfect.

“Busy bonding with Ruoruo. You? Go chill somewhere else,” He Wen snorted, completely nonchalant.

This time Feng Weijia wasn’t too disappointed. “Ruoruo? You’re with her?”

“Yes, today her family finally allowed me to take her out for some fresh air.”

“Is she doing okay? I haven’t seen her much since she found out she was pregnant,” Feng Weijia composed himself and asked seriously.

“She’s fine, nothing bad. She’s treated like a goddess, eating and sleeping well—just a bit chubby now,” He Wen replied casually.

“Oh, that’s good,” Feng Weijia nodded, glancing toward Liang Bo’an’s office behind the closed door, sighing. “How about we have dinner together tonight?”

“Hmph, forget it,” He Wen snorted, dissatisfied. “Stop thinking about pushing those two together. What’s the point? Ruoruo is living fine now—don’t create trouble for her.”

Hearing He Wen’s slightly scolding tone, Feng Weijia blinked, feeling a little wronged. I’m not constantly scheming to match them up! Today there’s this opportunity—Bo’an has been down lately; if he sees someone, maybe his mood will recover.

“You know Bo’an…” Feng Weijia sighed.

“Hmph. I don’t care how he’s doing. I just know the best way now is to keep them apart. Ruoruo’s going to be a mom, forget about her. Even Liang Bo’an, if he sees her, will he just let go? It’ll only bring him extra torment,” He Wen said, frowning yet speaking steadily.

Feng Weijia knew this logic all too well—but if letting someone go were that easy, he wouldn’t still be tangled up with He Wen endlessly.

“Yes, you make a lot of sense. But you’ve never dated, so your mind isn’t mature in these matters—you see things too simply,” Feng Weijia said sincerely.

He Wen frowned, displeased. “Oh? I don’t handle things well? Then you, with all your experience, handle it best?”

Caught off guard, Feng Weijia felt a pang of guilt and dared not retort. Experienced… making him feel strangely insecure.

“Alright, alright, I won’t argue with you. Ruoruo is still waiting for me,” He Wen said, ready to hang up.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Feng Weijia persisted.

“You? Go chill somewhere else. Don’t bother me for no reason,” He Wen said mercilessly and hung up. Unbelievable!

Feng Weijia stared at the phone, dumbfounded. ‘Bothering me’… really hurtful. Clearly, this is true love, right? Oh well, I’ll try again another day. I won’t believe I can’t win her—after all, as the old saying goes, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Su Ruo tried on two pieces of clothing and thought they were fine, showing them to He Wen. He Wen nodded approvingly, thinking silently: with a natural figure like hers, anything looks good.

They didn’t linger in the mall. Su Ruo grabbed the two pieces and urged He Wen to go eat.

Su Ruo hadn’t had a proper meal today and was now very hungry, her stomach growling.

He Wen understood and nodded, asking what she wanted to eat.

“Hmm, how about herbal cuisine?” Su Ruo considered, cautiously asking, unsure if He Wen liked it.

Even if He Wen didn’t like it, he’d still go. “Sure, let’s go. I know a good private restaurant; I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

For other herbal restaurants, He Wen might hesitate, worried about the taste—but this one, he’d happily go.

Seeing the longing on He Wen’s face, Su Ruo smiled. “What place could make our He Wen so eager?”

“To be honest, I was surprised the first time I came. I’ve lived in the capital for so many years, and I didn’t know this place existed. If it weren’t for coming with Feng Weijia twice, I’d probably never have known in my lifetime,” He Wen said mysteriously, laughing.

Su Ruo shrugged. “Then let’s go quickly. Whether the food’s good or not, as long as we eat, it’s fine. I’m starving.”

Unexpectedly, He Wen drove into the old city district. Seeing the orderly siheyuan (courtyard houses) outside, Su Ruo was surprised. “Why here?”

“Of course, to eat,” He Wen replied, eyes on the narrow road ahead, casually answering.

…Eat? These precious courtyard properties? Could there really be a restaurant here?

He Wen turned the car through a small alley, finally reaching a bright open space with several cars parked.

“How did you find this place? It’s so secluded; do people even come?” Su Ruo asked, impressed.

“There’s a saying: good wine needs no bush. Ordinary people aren’t even served here,” He Wen said with a sly smile, opening the car door.

Su Ruo followed him to a black door with a golden-lettered plaque above: Old Qi Family.

He Wen knocked lightly. Soon, someone opened the door.

“Oh, Miss He! A rare guest!” A young man in a linen short jacket greeted warmly. “It’s been a while! Please come in.”

“He still remembers me?” He Wen looked surprised. Shouldn’t he not recognize her?

“Of course we remember distinguished guests,” the young man said, bowing slightly, motioning them in.

He Wen smiled, nodding, signaling Su Ruo to follow.

Su Ruo raised an eyebrow and nodded at the smiling young man, then stepped in.

Inside, Su Ruo was stunned. Goodness, is this a time-travel game?

Pavilions, artificial hills, serene lakes, and people in traditional Republic-era clothing walked around calmly carrying trays, glancing politely at them.

This scene gave Su Ruo the illusion of stepping into a bygone era. Without the Republic-era costumes, she might have thought she accidentally time-traveled to a prince’s mansion.

In ancient times, this would indeed be palace-level luxury. The restaurant owner must have immense wealth and free time to run this here—what a waste of talent. This land alone could fetch a fortune at auction.

“Miss He, just the two of you?” the young attendant asked.

“Yes, just the two of us. A quiet room, please,” He Wen said confidently.

“Right this way,” the attendant said, leading them to a lakeside pavilion, placing them in a window-side room.

“What would you like to order?”

Polite yet not obsequious, Su Ruo felt pleased. “Herbal cuisine, right?”

“It’s famous far and wide,” He Wen smiled at Su Ruo, then turned to the attendant. “We don’t know how to order herbal dishes. You choose something suitable for a pregnant woman.”

“Sure, please wait a moment,” the attendant said, leaving.

“Where did you even find this place?” Su Ruo asked eagerly.

“Surprised, huh? I was too when I first came. I’ve lived in the capital so long and didn’t know about it. If it weren’t for coming with Feng Weijia twice, I’d never have known,” He Wen said.

“The land and building must be priceless, right?” Su Ruo looked at the shimmering lake outside, sighing.

“Who knows? As long as we get good food, that’s enough. I heard the chef here is a descendant of a former imperial chef—the skills are indeed impeccable.”

He Wen continued seriously: “Ordinary people aren’t even served here. If it weren’t for coming with Feng Weijia twice, they probably wouldn’t let me in at all. Lucky they remembered me.”

Su Ruo sensed something odd, turned to He Wen, and teased, “Why are you always with Feng Weijia? Could it be…”

He Wen saw her expression and smirked. “Your imagination is really wild. How could you think of that?”

Su Ruo smiled oddly. “When will Miss He’s love life finally bloom?”

He Wen shivered, glancing at her. “Boring.”