RMM – Chapter 109 The Promise of a Future Meeting

“Hey, Mom.”

Liang Bo’an looked up from the documents, rubbed his forehead, and spoke into the phone, a little tired.

“Bo’an, I have something to tell you. Today, you must do as I say,” said his mother, her tone unusually firm.

Liang Bo’an immediately knew what it was. After a brief pause, he replied, “Okay, I’ll go.”

On the other end, his mother’s face finally broke into a smile, as if fulfilling a long-held wish.

But little did she know that her son’s thoughts were simply to go through the motions, complete the task, and be done with it.

After hanging up, Mrs. Liang let out a long sigh. She couldn’t understand why her son was so resistant to matchmaking. If he already had someone in mind, she thought, why wasn’t there anyone by his side? No talks, no relationship… He was getting older, and if this dragged on, what would happen?

Her greatest wish now was simply for her son to settle down. She didn’t even think about grandchildren anymore.

Sigh… This time it was the Zhou family’s daughter, a gentle and beautiful young lady from a prominent family. She hoped her son would be moved.

Liang Bo’an sat with his eyes closed for a long while before opening them, exhaustion written across his face. His complexion was slightly dull, giving him an air of weariness far beyond his years.

“What? Go on a blind date?!”

Feng Weijia hadn’t expected Liang Bo’an to call him over just to share this explosive news.

“So… what made you… come around?” he asked cautiously.

“Couldn’t be more willing, my fate,” Liang Bo’an said flatly, his expression revealing no emotion, only a chilling desolation in his voice.

Feng Weijia sighed quietly. Love… such a fine person, and yet, look at him now. He looked like an old man who had endured too much.

“So, who’s the blind date?” Feng Weijia asked, clearing his throat to set aside his inner thoughts.

“Does it matter whose daughter it is?”

Liang Bo’an’s question silenced Feng Weijia. True, what difference does it make? At the end of the day, it’s just a performance to satisfy family expectations.

Mrs. Liang had booked a table at Lao Qi Family Restaurant. Liang Bo’an shook his head in resignation—once again, it seemed he was about to disappoint his mother.

He parked the car and walked toward the dark door. The staff recognized him and quickly led the way.

Mrs. Liang had made it clear when booking that it would be her son and Miss Zhou having dinner, so the staff knew them and there would be no confusion.

Miss Zhou had arrived early. Sitting in the private room, she gazed out at the lake illuminated by lights, the pavilion’s reflection blurred and dreamy.

She sighed. At twenty-six, she was still young. Why was her father so eager to marry her off? It was just the two of them at home. Would she be lonely once married off?

After waiting a while without seeing Liang Bo’an, she shook her head and smiled. It seemed that Mr. Liang wasn’t very enthusiastic about this blind date either. As a man, he was even late—wouldn’t that leave a bad impression?

Perhaps, like her, he had no choice. In life, how many things go exactly as one wishes? Often, people are pushed to do things out of necessity, just going through the motions, and then parting ways.

Feeling uncomfortable, she got up to go outside—there was no restroom in the private room.

Liang Bo’an didn’t ask questions and allowed the staff to lead him. As they neared the lake, he realized he was in the private room.

The sky was darkening, but not yet night. There was a dimness in the air. Liang Bo’an fixed his gaze on the lights reflecting on the lake, a nonchalant expression masking his true thoughts.

“Liang Bo’an?” A surprised female voice suddenly called out.

He felt the voice was familiar. Turning, he saw it was He Wen.

He gave a self-mocking smile, realizing he must have looked like a foolish old man.

“He Wen, are you here for dinner?” He quickly composed himself and asked with a polite smile.

“Yes,” she said, tilting her head slightly to look behind him, “just you alone?”

Why was Liang Bo’an here? He Wen instinctively thought of Feng Weijia, but then dismissed the idea—Feng Weijia wouldn’t know she and Ruoruo were here.

“Yes,” Liang Bo’an nodded. “Weijia is working overtime, so he didn’t come.”

“Oh, what does that have to do with me?” He Wen looked away, feeling a bit awkward. Why tell her this? Feng Weijia wasn’t anyone of hers, how silly.

“Why are you alone?” Liang Bo’an had no mood to joke. Seeing her alone, he asked, thinking she might leave soon.

“Ah… my companion went to the restroom. Might be a while. If you have matters to attend to, go ahead, don’t keep them waiting.”

He Wen’s nervousness made her stammer, but fortunately, Liang Bo’an was distracted and didn’t notice.

“Okay, then I’ll go ahead,” he said, nodding, and walked on.

Seeing the direction he went, He Wen’s heart skipped. Why the private room? Wouldn’t people like them usually be in the grand hall? She hoped they wouldn’t meet, or all her effort would be in vain.

Liang Bo’an looked gloomy, his demeanor cold. No doubt he had been troubled by love, already aware of Ruoruo’s pregnancy.

While others might have celebrated such news, for him, it was a wound to the heart. Sigh, such unnecessary pain.

If Ruoruo hadn’t married Chief Xi, Liang Bo’an would have been a perfect man—truly one in a thousand. But she was already married and living well, so Liang Bo’an should quietly step away. Any lingering attachment would only lead to mutual harm, especially since Ruoruo had no feelings for him and had amnesia.

In love, fairness is rare; otherwise, where would all the lovesick men and women come from?

After washing her hands, Su Ruo turned to leave, not noticing a puddle on the floor. She stepped onto it and slipped sideways.

“Ah…” Su Ruo screamed, her heart almost stopping, hands instinctively protecting her belly.

In that flash, a pair of hands reached out, steadying her with strong, agile movements.

The hands held her until she regained balance, then withdrew.

Su Ruo’s heart pounded. Her face pale, it took a while to calm down. Her hand on her belly trembled slightly.

“Are you okay?” A gentle voice whispered near her ear, like spring wind easing the heart.

“Yes,” Su Ruo’s voice shook slightly. She swallowed, exhaling slowly. “Thank you.”

Gathering herself, she looked at the young woman before her. She was smiling, her features warm and pleasant, radiating comfort.

“It’s nothing, just a small gesture. Are you sure you’re okay?”

This was Miss Zhou, who had been waiting for Liang Bo’an in the private room. Seeing Su Ruo pale and shaken, she was naturally concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine now. Thank you so much—if it weren’t for you… phew,” Su Ruo couldn’t continue.

“You…” Miss Zhou glanced at Su Ruo’s hands on her belly. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, really… thank you again. I was careless,” Su Ruo admitted with an embarrassed smile.

“It’s fine. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Just be careful next time,” Miss Zhou said gently, her voice soft and warm.

Su Ruo nodded, eyes full of gratitude. “May I know your name? Can I have your contact info? I really want to thank you properly.”

Miss Zhou understood she was seeking some material reward and shook her head with a smile. “I’m Zhou. That’s enough. Anyone would have helped.”

Su Ruo smiled, resolute. “Miss Zhou, if fate allows us to meet again, I won’t let you go.”

It was late. They had to go home or their families would worry. Besides, Miss Zhou was likely here with someone else; better not waste her time.

Miss Zhou couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, next time, I’ll introduce you as my friend.”

“I’ll go now. It’s late, my family will worry,” Su Ruo said, smiling warmly. “Don’t forget our promise to meet again.”

Miss Zhou nodded and smiled. She was likable, and if chance allowed next time, she would be worth knowing.

As Su Ruo left the restroom, the cool evening wind hit her, soaking her back and chilling her to the bone.

Recalling the near accident still terrified her—if Miss Zhou hadn’t helped, the result would have been unthinkable.

She quickened her pace, shivering slightly, careful not to catch a cold.

“Ruoruo, why did it take you so long? I was going to look for you,” He Wen came over, relieved to see her.

“I almost fell…”

“What! Almost fell?! How did that happen? Are you okay?”

Before Su Ruo could finish, He Wen’s exclamations cut her off.

“Listen, I almost… luckily someone helped me, otherwise…”

“Glad you’re okay. Why aren’t you more careful? You’re not the same as before.”

Hearing she was fine, He Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently scolded her.

“I know, I know… I was just careless. You scared me. Luckily, I’m fine.”

Su Ruo walked on, “Let’s hurry, it’s cold.”

Back in the private room, Miss Zhou saw Liang Bo’an had arrived.

“Mr. Liang, hello,” she greeted softly, smiling.

She had met him before—the famous young master of Beijing. Her father had been so insistent because the match involved him.

“Hello,” Liang Bo’an glanced at her smiling face, then quickly looked away, indifferent.

“I’m Zhou Yunzhen, pleased to meet you.”