RMM -Chapter 159 Feng Sanhao’s “Dating Plan” Backfires

He Wen slammed the documents in her hand onto the desk and cursed under her breath.

“Feng Weijia, you sly fox! You think I’m easy to bully, huh? Just you wait! The day something falls into my hands, I swear I’ll make you regret it!”

Ever since He Wen had reluctantly agreed to come work at Liang Bo’an’s company to escape Feng Weijia’s relentless pursuit, all her good days had come to an end.

Damn it! I’ve clearly boarded a sinking ship! Is this how bosses treat their subordinates? This is just outright oppression!

Being overworked all the time, that was one thing—but at least work at the company made sense. She was his secretary, after all; it was reasonable to be busy when the boss was busy.

But why drag her in to work overtime on the weekend? And why was it just the two of them? Is this endless harassment even legal? I’m done! I don’t even care about that pitiful salary. I don’t need to live off you, Feng Weijia!

Unable to tolerate it any longer, He Wen swept the pile of documents aside, stood up, grabbed her coat, and walked out of the office—without even bothering to say a word to Feng Weijia.

Even someone as smart and responsible as her shouldn’t have to endure this much. Even a laborer doesn’t work without rest!

Little did He Wen know, Feng Weijia’s intentions had been well-meaning: he just wanted more time to spend with her. But aside from this clumsy “overtime plan,” he couldn’t think of any better way.

Whenever He Wen had free time, she played games or slept, and Feng Weijia couldn’t just summon her at will! Especially when it came to him—she would hang up immediately.

It was just as well that Feng Weijia knew this plan was flawed. See? His “ingenious” scheme had completely backfired. By now, He Wen probably despised him thoroughly.

It was clear that the young lady He Wen did have a temper—Feng Weijia would need to change his tactics.

“Ruo Ruo, what are you up to?”

He Wen got into the car, started the engine, and put on her Bluetooth headset. She called Su Ruo.

“Mm, nothing much,” Su Ruo said lazily, flipping through a children’s sketchbook.

“Nothing much just means you’re bored. Hurry and get ready; I’ll come pick you up soon.”

As she spoke, the car sped away, leaving Feng Weijia alone in his office, still smug about having the weekend to herself—not knowing He Wen had already walked out.

How could Feng Weijia not notice He Wen leaving? That goes back to their office situation.

From the day He Wen first came to the company, she had insisted on having her own office. “It can be small, I don’t mind, but I need my own space. I’m used to it from childhood and really can’t handle being cramped with a crowd. The air quality is bad, and seeing so many people ruins my mood.”

Thanks to her special status, she had managed to get this small privilege—without feeling guilty. He Wen always lived by her own life-enjoyment philosophy. If you could secure good conditions, why waste them? If she had the skill to get privileges, who could argue? Even if they did, it wouldn’t change anything.

He Wen was straightforward and unapologetic.

So when Feng Weijia requested this, Feng Weijia naturally agreed. What’s the big deal? Just an office—a whole floor—she got it.

In reality, Feng Weijia secretly hoped to get her into his own office. “You want a spacious environment? Mine is spacious, well-lit, with the best view—the prime spot on the entire floor.”

But He Wen, until now, preferred to keep her distance from Feng Weijia. How could she possibly agree to share a room? Even if it meant squeezing into a tiny office alone, she wouldn’t be with Feng Weijia.

So Feng Weijia had reluctantly arranged a separate office for He Wen. It wasn’t large, but it was decent. He tried to place it close to his own office—but no matter what, there was still some distance. Who could blame him? She had picked the best location from the start.

So today, when He Wen had already left, Feng Weijia remained clueless, still in his office, smugly thinking of how he would come up with an excuse to find her later.

“Going out?” Su Ruo asked, glancing outside. It didn’t look too cold.

“Yeah, don’t pretend you don’t want to. We haven’t seen each other for days—I miss our baby.”

Su Ruo twisted her mouth in disdain. “Who’s your baby? That’s my son!”

“Ha, same thing! Hurry up and get ready. I’ve had so much negative energy these days, I need to vent it somewhere, or I’ll explode.”

He Wen sighed, filled with grievance, frowning. If she had known, she would never have signed the contract—it promised fairness, but clearly it was a contract of servitude! Being so ruthlessly exploited, and yet unable to leave.

Su Ruo, hearing the tone that implied she had to go out, raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Who dares let our young lady He Wen get mistreated?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain in person.” The light turned green, and He Wen ended the call.

Seeing the call hang up, Su Ruo rolled her eyes. He was treating her like a trash bin!

When He Wen arrived at Zhengjia Court, Su Ruo had just finished dressing. Shen Liang, worried, not only wrapped a scarf around her neck but also forced her to wear a hat.

Looking in the mirror at her ridiculous outfit, Su Ruo couldn’t help but laugh and cry. What kind of outfit was this? He Wen would definitely laugh at her.

“Just go like this. Don’t be stubborn,” Shen Liang said, pleased with her handiwork. “He Wen isn’t an outsider. Why be shy? And what’s wrong with this outfit?”

…Everything about it is wrong, okay?

Su Ruo didn’t dare speak, and just laughed awkwardly. “It’s fine, really fine, nothing wrong at all.”

Shen Liang smiled in satisfaction.

Ah, whatever. Since she was going to see He Wen, no need to worry about appearances. Let grandma like it however she wanted.

Sure enough, when He Wen saw Su Ruo, he gave her a strange once-over, several times, without smiling or showing emotion—probably out of courtesy for Shen Liang.

“Aunt Shen, long time no see. You look even more elegant and beautiful.”

He Wen smiled as he approached, flattering Su Ruo’s aunt so much that Su Ruo had to look away. Slick talker.

Because of Su Ruo, He Wen had more contact with the Xi family, especially Shen Liang. The address of respect had changed from “Madam” to “Aunt Shen,” much closer.

Shen Liang, of course, knew this was polite flattery but couldn’t help smiling. Who doesn’t love compliments? Plus, she liked He Wen herself, so she was even more tolerant.

Seeing Shen Liang smile, He Wen gave Su Ruo a teasing look.

…Crazy! Su Ruo twitched her mouth.

No choice—He Wen was nervous around the Xi family except for Shen Liang. Oh, and Su Ruo too.

Shen Liang, as usual, reminded Su Ruo and instructed He Wen. She supported Su Ruo going out, but seeing her so heavily pregnant made her uneasy.

“Honestly, it’s a miracle your grandma let you go out today.”

He Wen clicked his tongue. Ruo Ruo really had become the Xi family’s precious darling—afraid to melt in the mouth, afraid the wind would touch her in the hand.

“My family’s very democratic. Don’t be jealous,” Su Ruo snorted.

The two bickered all the way to their destination.

“I thought you’d take me for hotpot, didn’t expect such refined taste,” Su Ruo said, standing below a Starbucks, teasing He Wen.

“Tch, I’d like to, but could I dare? I have to be careful with you. Wherever’s safe and quiet, that’s where we go.”

He Wen pouted. With Su Ruo in her condition, the Xi family would practically sterilize everything she ate. If he took her to hotpot, they’d blame him!

Su Ruo rolled her eyes at He Wen’s serious tone and stepped into the building first.

“Wait for me! Pouting in anger?” He Wen’s voice called from behind.

Neither noticed that someone in a nearby car was watching carefully. Only after they went inside did the person lower their eyes, silent, lost in thought.

The atmosphere in the car grew heavy.

“Come on, tell me—who made you angry?”

Once seated, Su Ruo didn’t forget why she came out with He Wen: she wanted gossip. Her intuition told her, whoever made He Wen gnash his teeth had to be Feng Weijia; nobody else could.

Su Ruo stayed quiet at first, but the thought of Feng Weijia’s antics rushed back into He Wen’s mind. Her expression darkened immediately.

Seeing He Wen’s face, Su Ruo got excited. Gossip incoming!

“Come on, treat me like a trash can! Vent everything!” she said, practically pounding her chest.

“None other than that Feng Weijia jerk!” He Wen ground his teeth, ignoring Su Ruo’s expression.

Of course!

“What did he do? Why does he keep provoking you?” Su Ruo cheerfully prodded.

“Exactly! How did I offend him? Does he have to keep oppressing me like this?” He Wen’s anger boiled over; the past few days had been suffocating.

You didn’t offend him—he just got unlucky and noticed you by chance.

Su Ruo silently cursed and continued. “How exactly did he oppress you?”

“In the name of work, he dragged me into the abyss, mercilessly enslaving me!”

Tsk tsk. Su Ruo couldn’t help sighing. Poor Feng Weijia—having to resort to such a lame “dating plan” just because He Wen was such a clueless romantic.

“No way, maybe he just respects your abilities?” Su Ruo decided to defend Feng Weijia a little. Letting He Wen continue misunderstanding wouldn’t do.

“Respect? Hah!” He Wen snorted coldly. “Don’t think I can’t see through him! He has no good intentions at all—full of malice.”

…Su Ruo was speechless. “Why? Why such a big prejudice?”

Even before, their relationship was just okay. Now, after a little contact, he’s gnashing his teeth like this? What exactly did Feng Weijia do to backfire so badly?

“Who asked him to be so annoying? I’m such a talented young man, yet I’m tortured like this—how could I not resist? I’m forced into it!”