RMM -Chapter 143 Even the Coldest Has Connections

When Xi Yuechen came out, Su Ruo’s eyes lit up. So handsome!

She had picked out a khaki coat for him—simple, elegant, nothing too flashy. Someone like Xi Yuechen wouldn’t like anything too complicated. Underneath, he wore a T-shirt and black pants, a very simple outfit. Yet on him, it exuded a unique charm, making him look like a professional model.

Seeing Su Ruo staring at him like a lovesick fan, Xi Yuechen felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He stayed silent, letting her admire him.

Truly a natural clothes hanger… perfect figure, perfect aura… the commander is flawless, Su Ruo thought, impressed.

She felt a deep sense of pride. Look, such an outstanding man is mine.

“Could you bring me a scarf, please?”

The low-neck T-shirt looked a bit plain. Su Ruo turned to the store assistant standing nearby.

“Of course, please wait a moment.” The assistant nodded with a smile and went to get a scarf.

What a model-like figure… the aura, the looks… top-tier in every way! the young assistant thought, silently excited. Seeing such a simple outfit look so perfect, as if tailored just for him, was breathtaking.

Xi Yuechen noticed Su Ruo’s admiring gaze and felt very satisfied. Walking up to her, a faint curve appeared on his lips. “Back to reality.”

Su Ruo didn’t feel embarrassed. My man, I can stare all I want… he’s just that handsome.

“Commander, you don’t always have to wear your uniform. Look how good you look like this,” Su Ruo said seriously, sitting on the chair the assistant brought her and tilting her head to look at him.

Xi Yuechen didn’t reply directly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, as if casually considering the suggestion.

Su Ruo chuckled inwardly. Whether he agrees or not, I’ll just buy it first. Whether he wears it is another matter. Such a good figure shouldn’t just be in a uniform.

The assistant soon brought several scarves for Su Ruo to choose from.

Not daring to pick anything too flashy, Su Ruo conservatively chose a gray one. She didn’t want Xi Yuechen dressed too flamboyantly—one must know limits.

Nodding to herself, she finally extended her hand to Xi Yuechen. Her slender wrist peeked out from her sleeve, looking fair and delicate under the lights.

Xi Yuechen understood immediately, extended his hand, and his broad palm grasped hers. With a slight pull, he lifted her from the chair.

Su Ruo, on tiptoe, looped the scarf around his neck. Xi Yuechen didn’t resist, bending slightly to make it easier for her hands to reach.

The assistant watching couldn’t help feeling touched. Such a simple gesture, yet it looked so beautiful, like a classic scene frozen on screen, etched in the heart.

“Not bad at all,” Su Ruo said, inspecting the scarf.

“Yes, your taste is excellent. With this look, your husband might even outshine our models,” the assistant praised, clearly impressed.

Though a bit exaggerated, Su Ruo was pleased, as if the compliment was for her. She turned and smiled, eyes crescent-shaped. “Thank you.”

I think so too, she thought proudly.

As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For Su Ruo, even if all the men in the world were brought in, none could compare to Xi Yuechen.

Xi Yuechen found her smoothly playing along with the assistant amusing. So exaggerated, he thought.

After packing the two outfits she liked, Su Ruo insisted on using her own card. Xi Yuechen didn’t mind, letting her take out her shiny gold card without a hint of discomfort.

There was no need to compete over money. Xi Yuechen never fussed over finances. Besides, Su Ruo had far more money than him—a soldier earning a yearly salary could never match her.

Su Ruo was very satisfied with Xi Yuechen’s ease. He was cold yet loyal; indifferent to others, but close ones mattered. This included matters like money.

After buying the clothes, Su Ruo happily followed Xi Yuechen to the fourth-floor children’s section.

But soon, Su Ruo began to feel exhausted. Pregnancy itself was tiring, and carrying such a large belly made movement difficult. Even walking around the second floor a few times had worn her out.

Xi Yuechen frowned slightly, worried. “We’ll come back next time. Let’s go eat.”

Su Ruo pouted, a bit reluctant—not because of his commanding tone (he always spoke in statements, even when asking questions), but because she had wanted to shop for the baby together.

Xi Yuechen, seeing her silent displeasure, understood after a moment. Some things couldn’t be helped. Just as he was a soldier, now a competent one, he had to follow orders and stay at his post. Coming home in such circumstances was already a rare favor.

He didn’t want her to be upset but could do nothing. First a soldier, then a husband, son, father.

Sometimes, Xi Yuechen was overly rational, hurting both himself and others—the price of being a disciplined soldier.

“Listen, we’ll come back next time,” he said softly, masking his helplessness.

Hearing his coaxing tone, Su Ruo sighed inwardly. Alright, I’ll just go with my mom and mother-in-law for now. It’s no big deal if the commander isn’t here.

Trying to console herself, she knew Xi Yuechen’s “next time” was likely just comforting words.

“Okay, then let’s eat. After walking so long, I’m really hungry,” she said, smiling as if the earlier disappointment had never happened.

Understanding her limits and being considerate was Su Ruo’s strength. She knew her body couldn’t handle more walking, and being capricious might worry others, so she wisely complied with Xi Yuechen.

Her thoughtfulness made Xi Yuechen’s heart ache slightly. He owed this little woman too much.

Without giving him time to linger in silence, Su Ruo grabbed his hand and led him downstairs, chatting to ease the tense atmosphere.

See, see, I fussed and made the commander uncomfortable. So dramatic! she scolded herself.

“Commander, where should we eat?”

Xi Yuechen cleared his mind, watching the crowd carefully to avoid bumping into anyone.

“Anywhere is fine. You decide,” he said, generally letting Su Ruo choose.

“Hmm…” Su Ruo bit her lip in thought. “Shall we go to Old Qi’s place? Good?”

She had gone there a few times recently and loved their food, especially the herbal dishes—tasty and refreshing, never tiring.

“Okay, let’s go there,” Xi Yuechen agreed, knowing the place well.

Traffic was a bit heavy, and by the time they arrived, the sun was nearly setting.

“I didn’t reserve in advance. I wonder if there’s a table,” Su Ruo hesitated. Old Qi’s had powerful backing, ran their business by principle, and rarely gave special treatment.

Over the years, whether wealthy heirs or ordinary customers, all followed the rules at Old Qi’s. Su Ruo never thought to use her background to get special favors.

It was peak hour now, so she worried about getting a table.

Xi Yuechen was silent and knocked on the black door with Su Ruo.

Soon, a waiter opened the door, surprised to see them.

“Ah, Mr. Xi, Miss Du! Welcome, please come in.”

How did these two end up together? Usually, Mr. Xi never brought a woman. Though curious, the waiter smiled warmly.

Even the sharpest waiter didn’t know that these seemingly unrelated two were actually married.

The waiter remained polite. Su Ruo stopped at the door, wanting to check before entering—if full, it would be pointless.

“Excuse me, can we get a table now?” Su Ruo joked.

“Of course! Plenty of space, please come in,” the waiter replied without hesitation.

Had Su Ruo come alone, he might have hesitated. But with Xi Yuechen beside her—recognized as the prestigious Xi family heir, with access to reserved rooms—there was no problem.

Su Ruo raised an eyebrow. If I’m not mistaken, this is because of his reputation. She noticed the respect in the waiter’s eyes toward Xi Yuechen, beyond ordinary politeness.

Unexpectedly, such a cold man had quite the network.