RMM -Chapter 151 A Meeting of Minds

“Hey, Brother Long, it’s me, Cheng Yue.”

Xi Yuechen got out of the taxi and walked upstairs while calling Brother Long.

“Haha, finally you know to give me a call, kiddo,” Brother Long said, retracting his hand from the waist of the alluring woman beside him. He sipped from his wine glass, his smile revealing he was in a good mood.

“Ah, come on, I just didn’t want to disturb you,” Xi Yuechen replied with a light laugh.

His apartment was on the ninth floor. Normally, he didn’t take the stairs, but at this hour, everyone had just finished dinner and few people were moving around, so the hallway was very quiet.

Perhaps because it was too quiet, his voice sounded a little hollow. Brother Long noticed and asked, “Where are you now?”

“I was just about to tell you,” Xi Yuechen said, standing in front of the door but not entering, continuing, “I just arrived in D Province today and am heading home now.”

When Brother Long heard that Xi Yuechen had returned to D Province, his eyes flickered. He didn’t reply immediately but gestured for everyone in the private room to leave.

The alluring woman beside Brother Long was about to lean back onto him, seeing this as a great opportunity. She didn’t believe Brother Long could resist her charms, and she thought if she pleased him, her life would be smooth.

Unexpectedly, she was stopped from behind before she could reach him.

Annoyed, she looked back. Who was this? Didn’t they see she was busy?

The manager? She turned to see it was the bar manager, also entertaining Brother Long. She didn’t know why he was stopping her, but given his status, she didn’t dare resist and obediently followed everyone out, her face full of resentment.

The manager, walking last, glanced at her and smirked coldly. Foolish girl! Thinking she could rise to the top with that brain? Didn’t she see Brother Long’s serious face? What a wasted pretty face.

But it was fine—she was a newcomer, didn’t know the rules, and couldn’t read the room. With proper guidance, she could learn to be smart. There were many ways to teach someone; otherwise, some people would really think this place was a stepping stone for them to climb higher.

The manager closed the private room door, eyes half-lidded.

Once everyone left, Brother Long finally spoke.

“Pretty fast, huh.”

Xi Yuechen, hearing Brother Long suddenly quiet, didn’t rush. He walked to the window at the end of the hallway, looking at the flickering lights in the distance, patiently waiting.

“You already gave me directions. Would I slack off? Of course, I rushed over. Can’t delay important matters.”

Brother Long smiled with satisfaction and flicked the cigarette between his fingers. “Finished with that side of things?”

“Almost. I came this time to arrange matters for the company over there. Everything’s settled and handed over to my subordinates.”

Brother Long raised an eyebrow in surprise. “What? Not even managing the company anymore? You’re really daring. What if things here go wrong?”

It was clear to Brother Long—Cheng Yue was determined to take the risk with Yanmen, leaving the assets there behind.

Xi Yuechen said somewhat awkwardly, “I know it’s a bit abrupt and reckless, but it’s rare to see Brother Bai. The business over there is also in peak season; I couldn’t split my attention. Thanks to Brother Long’s help, I have the chance to meet Brother Bai. I must cherish this rare opportunity.”

He paused, then continued, “You have to act to create opportunities. Besides, with your support, I won’t go hungry.”

By the end, Xi Yuechen’s voice carried a joking tone but also seriousness.

Brother Long could see Xi Yuechen was going all-in. Regardless of success, the courage and boldness were exceptional.

Xi Yuechen’s half-joking words were full of trust and reliance, which made Brother Long feel at ease.

“Haha, kid, you’ve got guts, not bad!” Brother Long laughed heartily. There’s a saying: only by facing death can one survive. This situation wasn’t that serious, but it was similar in nature.

Cheng Yue was growing more and more impressive.

“It’s all thanks to you. Otherwise, I’d still be running business errands, living a lowly life,” Xi Yuechen said, flattering Brother Long skillfully.

Brother Long laughed more, feeling his investment in Xi Yuechen was right. He was willing to expose Yanmen’s secrets and eagerly awaited the multiplied returns in the future.

Xi Yuechen stood by the window for a long time, the cold wind biting his face. The distant horizon and scattered lights seemed crowded yet carried a faint loneliness, stirring emptiness in his heart.

Retracting his gaze, he turned to the door, its wooden surface faintly reflecting light.

Entering the room, the first feeling was emptiness—not sparse in belongings, but a cold, impersonal atmosphere.

Coming from the lively, warm Zhengjia Courtyard to this cold place, Xi Yuechen felt something was missing.

It was merely a place to sleep, he thought, unsure if he was speaking to anyone in particular.

After taking off his clothes, he boiled some water in the kitchen. This was about all he could do here; he had never really cooked.

Though he could cook simple meals, he rarely did. When alone, he grabbed whatever he could. In the army, he ate in the canteen; now he ate out.

This apartment, to Xi Yuechen, was only for sleeping.

Su Ruo’s worries were not unfounded—he was careless with his meals and ignored his own comfort.

Tonight, he hadn’t eaten, but didn’t feel very hungry, so he boiled water, poured a half-cup, and brought it to the living room, sitting on the sofa without drinking immediately.

Glancing at the time—it was almost ten—he thought the little woman was probably getting ready for bed.

After a moment, he took out his phone and dialed a number, certain she hadn’t slept yet.

Xi Yuechen longed to hear Su Ruo’s voice; the desire was stronger than usual, growing from the fresh separation, stirring unease.

Su Ruo hadn’t slept. Just out of the shower, drying her hair, she heard the door ring.

“Ruo Ruo, still awake?”

It was Shen Liang.

“No, Mom,” Su Ruo called out, walking slowly toward the door.

Shen Liang entered with a cup of warm milk, frowning at her wet hair.

“Child, why don’t you dry your hair after a shower? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold in winter?”

Su Ruo stuck out her tongue, smiling. “I’ll dry it soon. Besides, the house is warm, I won’t catch cold.”

Seeing her smile, Shen Liang wasn’t sure if she was sincere or just polite, so she set down the cup. “Want me to dry it for you? You’re big now; it’s not convenient.”

Su Ruo quickly refused. “No, Mom. I’ll dry it after drinking the milk. Don’t worry, I’ll behave.”

She had her mother bring her warm milk—no need for hair drying too! She couldn’t possibly ask that.

Seeing Su Ruo’s firm refusal, Shen Liang didn’t insist. “Then drink the milk quickly, dry your hair, and sleep early.”

“Yes, understood,” Su Ruo said, swinging her arm and slightly bowing.

Shen Liang was amused. “Silly, I’m leaving then.”

After Shen Liang left, Su Ruo sat on the edge of the bed, holding the warm cup, sipping gently.

She remembered her mother offering to dry her hair and laughed. Just like the chief—he also helped her with her hair.

Thinking of this, Su Ruo frowned. The chief should be in D Province by now. Had he returned to the army, or was he still on the road?

Finishing the milk, she picked up her phone to call him—he wasn’t busy now, so it wouldn’t disturb him.

Before she could dial, her phone rang.

The chief?

Su Ruo raised an eyebrow, smiling broadly. She was about to call him, and he called her instead. Could this be… a meeting of minds?

“Chief,” Su Ruo answered quickly, her voice full of laughter.