RMM -Chapter 131 A Pregnant Woman Reigns Supreme

In this reborn life of an already-established military marriage, the now heavily pregnant Su Ruo was naturally the center of everyone’s concern. Although Su Heng had complained more than once that someone was being spoiled into acting willfully, who cared about that?

Her belly was already so big—she was about to give birth any time now. So what if she was spoiled? Even Su Heng himself protested loudly on one hand while fulfilling every request on the other, didn’t he?

The weather was great that day. It hadn’t snowed for several days, and sunshine stretched endlessly across the sky. Su Ruo couldn’t stand staying cooped up at home anymore and wanted to go out for a stroll. Staying inside all the time was just too boring.

With a bit of coaxing and firm insistence from Su Ruo, Zhang Huaqing finally relented. The sun had been out for days, it wasn’t as cold as during the snowy spell, and besides, at six months pregnant her condition was already very stable—there was no need to be overly cautious anymore.

Still, Zhang Huaqing naturally had to ask clearly who her daughter was going out with and where she was going. Only after confirming everything would she allow her to leave.

“Ah, look at how careful you are,” Su Ruo said. “Who could I possibly be going out with? Of course He Wen and the others. I haven’t seen them in ages—shouldn’t I go meet them? Otherwise, if I wait any longer, you’ll just use ‘almost due’ as an excuse to forbid me from going out again.”

As she spoke, Su Ruo rummaged through her wardrobe while chatting with Zhang Huaqing beside her.

“Oh, so now you think I’m meddlesome?” Zhang Huaqing grew dissatisfied after hearing that. “Are you complaining? I’m doing this for your own good! Now that your pregnancy is stable, did I ever say you couldn’t go out? Why are you acting like an ungrateful brat?”

Zhang Huaqing’s scolding made Su Ruo sigh helplessly. “I was just saying it casually. You could’ve just listened casually too—why take it so seriously? How am I ungrateful? I’m just being cautious and thinking things through!”

“Enough, stop praising yourself. No one praises themselves like that,” Zhang Huaqing snorted lightly and stopped arguing, firmly upholding the principle that a pregnant woman has the final say.

“Oh right, Mom—what do you think I should wear? Why do I feel like nothing looks good on me now?”

After searching for a long time, Su Ruo still found nothing satisfactory. She felt she had gained so much weight that anything thick made her look bulky—and definitely unattractive.

Zhang Huaqing walked over and casually flipped through the clothes, quickly picking several items. When Su Ruo looked, they were all thick pieces: thick sweaters, thick leggings, thick coats.

Fine. If Mom picked them out, then no matter how ugly they were, she’d wear them without complaint. Besides, judging by her usual standards, they probably wouldn’t look that bad once on.

When Su Ruo finished changing, Zhang Huaqing came in holding a scarf. “Here, put this on.”

Looking at herself in the mirror, Su Ruo nodded in satisfaction and turned around to examine herself carefully. “Hey, Mom, you’ve got great taste.”

A long sweater paired with a long coat, black thick leggings on her legs, and her long hair loosely draped—overall she didn’t look bulky at all. Instead, she appeared simple, stylish, and elegant.

“Of course,” Zhang Huaqing said proudly. “Don’t forget who I am.”

Su Ruo didn’t tease her and instead smiled along. “Yes, yes, Ms. Zhang has always been at the forefront of fashion. Naturally, your eye is exceptional.”

Some flattery was necessary—otherwise there’d be no good food later. Su Ruo chuckled inwardly.

Just as they were chatting and laughing, Su Ruo’s phone rang. She was sitting on the bed, while the phone was on the table outside the door. Given her current condition, moving around wasn’t very convenient, so Zhang Huaqing told her to stay put and went to fetch the persistently ringing phone herself.

“Mom, who is it?” Su Ruo asked loudly, craning her neck. At this time, it was probably He Wen calling.

“It’s He Wen,” Zhang Huaqing replied as she walked back.

“Oh, then you answer it.”

Su Ruo lowered her head to straighten the scarf around her neck. He Wen was probably already downstairs, urging her on.

Sure enough, after hanging up, Zhang Huaqing said that He Wen was already waiting downstairs and told Su Ruo not to dawdle and hurry down.

After Su Ruo got into He Wen’s car, Zhang Huaqing still didn’t forget to remind them repeatedly, even asking He Wen to keep a close eye on her.

Su Ruo was in a particularly good mood, smiling nonstop. She had been seeing He Wen quite often lately, but she hadn’t really met the others—especially Liang Bo’an. Since getting pregnant, she hadn’t seen him at all.

“Oh right—will Liang Bo’an be coming today?” Su Ruo suddenly asked He Wen, who was driving.

He Wen turned her head and glanced at Su Ruo quickly, puzzled. “Why are you asking about him?”

“Oh, nothing,” Su Ruo said casually, touching her bulging belly. “I think I haven’t seen him for almost half a year. Just wondering. What’s he been busy with? Half a year without showing up once—did he go missing or something?”

How could He Wen say that he was deliberately avoiding her? Seeing her with such a big belly, radiating happiness—it would be like stabbing his heart.

“What else could he be busy with? Men—aren’t they always running around for their careers? His company seems to be expanding south recently, so he keeps going there for inspections.”

That was the truth. Liang Bo’an’s business was growing bigger and bigger, and after suffering a major emotional blow, he had thrown himself entirely into work, leaving himself no moment of rest. His company was already doing well—now it was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Everyone knew that Liang Bo’an, the rising star of the business world, was a powerful figure in the capital. Wherever he went, doors naturally opened for him. Even without special treatment, no one dared provoke trouble. So the company’s expansion to the south went quite smoothly, and he had basically been stationed there lately.

Originally, his intention was simply not to stay in a place full of painful memories. Now he had almost completely handed over matters in City B to Feng Weijia, making Feng complain endlessly.

This isn’t even my company!
I came here to kill time and polish my image, not to work like a nameless ox!
If you’re dumping everything on me, when am I supposed to chase my wife?!

But who was Feng Weijia? The famous, talented, and handsome Young Master Feng of the capital. How could he quietly swallow such grievances? No time meant no opportunity—but if there was no opportunity, he’d create one himself! For Young Master Feng, such things were child’s play.

He Wen had been hanging around Si Qi’s place for a while. Learning? Learning what? Instead of working for her own company, why run to someone else’s company to join the fun?

Ever since Liang Bo’an dumped all the City B affairs on Feng Weijia and fled south, Feng cursed nonstop—but at the same time, very consciously began treating the City B company as his own.

Fine, Liang Bo’an—go mess around in the south all you want. This side belongs to me now. Don’t even think about taking it back later.

So in Feng Weijia’s mind now, the company was his, and the wife was his too—just a matter of time. Naturally, his future wife should come work for his own company.

Thus, for several days, Feng Weijia abandoned a mountain of company affairs and followed closely behind He Wen, sparing no effort to persuade her to “return to the righteous path.” He never left her side. He Wen was driven nearly mad—no amount of kind words worked, she had scolded him countless times, and they nearly came to blows. But with Feng Weijia’s attitude of sacrificing all dignity for his future wife, he neither talked back nor fought back, stubbornly clinging on.

Finally, on some day, some night, in some bar, Feng Weijia successfully persuaded He Wen to take a historically significant step in her romantic journey.

He Wen agreed partly because she couldn’t endure Feng Weijia’s harassment any longer—surely if she agreed, he’d stop pestering her, right? Whether it was a pirate ship or not didn’t matter; getting rid of this human fly came first. Besides, she knew Liang Bo’an’s company was an absolute potential stock. Staying at Si Qi’s place was boring anyway—going to Liang Bo’an’s company wasn’t bad. She was unemployed regardless; what difference did it make where she went?

What she never expected was that Feng Weijia would actually put her by his side as his assistant!

Assistant, my foot!
What did I do to offend you in my past life that you have to haunt me like this?
With my half-baked skills, what kind of assistant could I possibly be? Wasn’t Feng Weijia deliberately setting her up?

HR had already finalized everything. No matter how cold or negligent He Wen was, Feng Weijia just smiled warmly. Not only did he not scold her, he ran around doing the work himself—he even took care of the assistant’s duties.

Left with no choice, He Wen had to take the position reluctantly. She didn’t want people pointing fingers behind her back—gossip was everywhere.

Thus, Miss He officially embarked on the path of Assistant Feng Weijia, never to return.

Feng Weijia was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear every day, bubbles practically popping over his head. Wherever he went for social events, he brought He Wen along, causing many who didn’t know her to mistakenly think she was Young Master Feng’s kept mistress.

Cough cough—back to Su Ruo and He Wen…

“Sigh, this Liang Bo’an really is capable,” Su Ruo sighed. “But constantly running around without settling down—what’s the point? What’s he after? So many people want to settle somewhere but can’t.”

Su Ruo didn’t quite understand. Money could be made anywhere—why insist on going south?

What’s he after?
Of course, not seeing you, He Wen muttered inwardly. Out of sight, out of mind.

“You think men are like us women?” He Wen said with a grin, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Their hearts are always restless. Career success is their ultimate pursuit. Men—being mediocre hurts their pride.”

After speaking, she suddenly raised an eyebrow. “You’re talking about your own husband, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Su Ruo puffed out her cheeks, helplessness floating in her eyes. “I haven’t seen him for a month. The army is so busy. I don’t even know how he’s doing or when he’ll come home.”

The more she spoke, the more dejected she became. He Wen felt uncomfortable hearing it and quickly changed the subject.

“Didn’t you ask if Liang Bo’an would come? He’s coming too. Basically everyone will be there today—let’s have a proper gathering. It’s at Old Qi’s place.”

Only Duan Wei and that brat Lu Yue would be missing—but He Wen didn’t say that aloud. The important thing was cheering Su Ruo up. If she got upset again, that would be bad—pregnant women, after all.

Given Commander Xi’s profession, his feet would never really land at home. It was hard on Ruo Ruo—pregnant and yet guarding an empty room alone, husband and wife separated, unable to meet.

—Reborn into an Already Established Military Marriage