RMM -Chapter 161 An Unpleasant Parting

“Come, let me introduce you,” Su Ruo said to Feng Weijia, “this is Zhou Yunzhen.”

Only then did Feng Weijia lift his eyes to glance at Zhou Yunzhen. He nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold, emotionless arc. “Feng Weijia.”

Then he ignored Zhou Yunzhen completely.

…Su Ruo suddenly felt a bit awkward. Ahem… why is he so cold? I’ve never seen Feng Weijia act so indifferent before.

His attitude was even colder than the Colonel’s.

“Don’t mind him, he’s always like this. Not the easiest person to get along with.”

Worried that Zhou Yunzhen might feel embarrassed, Su Ruo explained quickly, not caring if it was entirely true—she just wanted Zhou Yunzhen to feel a little more at ease.

Even the kindest temper couldn’t endure Feng Weijia’s treatment, let alone a delicate, beautiful woman like Zhou Yunzhen.

“It’s fine.” Zhou Yunzhen forced a smile, but under the table, her hands clenched tightly together, trembling slightly.

She knew that Feng Weijia was the most favored junior in the Feng family, notorious for his capricious and overbearing behavior—a person difficult to get along with in the capital.

But she hadn’t expected that on their very first meeting, he would humiliate her like this, showing no regard for her at all.

What did he take her for? Just because she wasn’t the crown prince of the Feng family didn’t mean she could be treated like dirt!

Zhou Yunzhen was almost losing the smile on her face.

Su Ruo frowned slightly, feeling the awkwardness herself. She understood Zhou Yunzhen’s feelings; no girl could withstand such cold disregard.

“Yunzhen, don’t take him seriously. He’s just like that—sometimes very annoying.”

Su Ruo placed a hand on Zhou Yunzhen’s arm, giving it a comforting squeeze while giving Feng Weijia across the table a mildly reproachful look.

Really despicable, making someone lose face so openly.

Feng Weijia shrugged innocently. What’s it to him? Who was Zhou Yunzhen anyway? Why should he flash a smile? He simply didn’t want to.

Although Feng Weijia had reformed, it was only in terms of his womanizing ways—not a complete personality overhaul. Having been arrogant and overbearing for so many years, how could he completely change? Even his current “chaste and hardworking” persona was already satisfactory enough for the Feng family; no one cared about his temper.

That said, Feng Weijia could be proud but genuinely kind to friends he accepted—unlike other young masters, he was approachable and behaved like an accomplished gentleman.

Just like Su Ruo, who found him gentle and humorous, only occasionally displaying the quirks of a young master. Being spoiled for so long, a bit of arrogance was inevitable.

But today, he really opened her eyes—Feng Weijia wasn’t gentle at all. He openly humiliated someone he just met. That attitude… truly arrogant.

Feng Weijia was used to being indifferent to strangers. At this moment, he had no intention of apologizing to Zhou Yunzhen; he didn’t even know who she was, and he couldn’t be bothered to look at her.

Moreover, this woman is too fake. Feng Weijia frowned slightly, noticing the twitch of her facial muscles she tried to hide. Clearly, she was furious, yet forcing a facade of elegance and composure. Who was she trying to fool? He hated pretentious people the most.

How could Su Ruo even know someone like this? Clearly, not a good person.

No doubt, Feng Weijia’s heart was as sharp as his eyes. Being accepted by him was fortunate; if he disliked you, he could regard you as nothing more than roadside filth.

Clearly, the gentle and kind Miss Zhou had already fallen out of Feng Weijia’s favor.

People were strange; sometimes first impressions determined everything.

He Wen knew about Feng Weijia’s temper, but witnessing this scene, she was still a bit surprised. How could he humiliate someone so directly? Zhou Yunzhen hadn’t even provoked him.

No way around it. Feng Weijia didn’t even need to look at her; her aura was enough to irritate him. If Su Ruo and He Wen hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t even have bothered sitting here.

Su Ruo glanced at the unflinching Feng Weijia and couldn’t help but sigh. Indeed, there wasn’t a single simple person in this circle. Normally they pretended, but when their true selves emerged… well, this was the kind of arrogance that could drive anyone mad.

Up to now, Zhou Yunzhen had left a good impression on Su Ruo—gentle, kind, elegant. And Su Ruo still remembered Zhou Yunzhen’s early “helpful gestures.”

So when Feng Weijia openly humiliated Zhou Yunzhen, Su Ruo felt a bit displeased herself. Truly a young master’s temper—reckless and overbearing.

He Wen noticed Su Ruo’s displeasure and understood it. After all, Su Ruo liked Zhou Yunzhen, so Feng Weijia’s actions weren’t just humiliating Zhou Yunzhen—they were indirectly insulting Su Ruo too.

Feeling a bit awkward, He Wen couldn’t help but pinch Feng Weijia’s waist, that unthinking fool.

Feng Weijia yelped slightly at the sudden pinch, though he didn’t shout. Frowning, he looked at He Wen—what was she doing?

He Wen shot him a sidelong glance, Feigning ignorance, then turned away. What could she do? Make him apologize to Zhou Yunzhen? Not a chance. He Wen knew Feng Weijia’s personality; he wouldn’t lower himself easily.

Feng Weijia noticed the tense atmosphere and felt confused. Why was it so oppressive?

He didn’t know about Zhou Yunzhen and Su Ruo’s relationship. If he didn’t like someone, he simply didn’t like them—why worry about anything else?

At this moment, Zhou Yunzhen finally couldn’t sit still. She held Su Ruo’s hand resting on her arm, forcing a smile. “Ruo Ruo, I suddenly remember I have something to do. You two chat; I’ll leave first.”

She tried to rise, but Su Ruo held her back, not letting her leave.

“Yunzhen, sit. We’re not finished yet,” Su Ruo said, then looked at He Wen. “He Wen, take Feng Weijia out for a walk.”

Zhou Yunzhen was trapped, so she sat still, head slightly lowered, eyelids partially covering her expression.

He Wen nodded, ignoring Feng Weijia’s “coincidental encounter,” and stood to lead him out. “Let’s go. Spoils the mood otherwise.”

After all, Zhou Yunzhen’s embarrassment today had been caused by her. If she hadn’t been here, Feng Weijia wouldn’t have found this place, and none of this would have happened.

Feng Weijia was pulled up, clearly noticing Su Ruo’s changed demeanor, realizing it was because of his earlier actions. He glanced at Zhou Yunzhen, head lowered, thinking that this woman was quite clever—she’d already won over Ruo Ruo’s heart.

But being led outside by He Wen, this unexpected intimacy struck Feng Weijia, and he didn’t care about Su Ruo’s displeasure. He simply followed He Wen’s lead.

As for Zhou Yunzhen, he didn’t even glance back—continuing his initial indifference to the end.

After dragging Feng Weijia out of Starbucks, He Wen frowned at his still-smiling face.

“Something wrong?”

Feng Weijia asked immediately, still attentive to He Wen’s expression.

“What did Zhou Yunzhen do to offend you? Why humiliate her like that?” He Wen finally asked, curiosity overcoming her.

She knew Feng Weijia was arrogant and self-important, but recently, his likes and dislikes hadn’t been so obvious. Why, today, did he douse Zhou Yunzhen with cold disdain, letting her lose face?

It was clear Zhou Yunzhen was proud—anyone would be upset if treated like this.

“I don’t like her. If I don’t like someone, naturally I show it.” Feng Weijia said matter-of-factly.

He Wen walked toward the parking lot while asking, “Why? Such a delicate flower—how could you dislike her?”

Flowers, clouds… whatever. In my eyes, you’re the most beautiful.

Feng Weijia silently responded in his heart but dared not say it aloud. With the woman next to him being so slow to pick up on things, revealing it might backfire.

“Well, she feels fake to me. I can’t stand pretentious people with too much hidden depth.”

He Wen was slightly surprised. At first, she also felt Zhou Yunzhen was a bit superficial—though she smiled. It gave a sense of being unreadable, which made He Wen not like her much initially.

But after learning from Su Ruo that Zhou Yunzhen had once saved a baby’s life, He Wen set aside her dislike. Whoever she was, as long as she didn’t harm people around her, it was fine. Moreover, she had helped Ruo Ruo before.

Now, hearing Feng Weijia, she said, “Why does it matter if she’s fake? It’s not your business. Change that terrible temper of yours.”

Her originally critical remark sounded like care in Feng Weijia’s ears, making his eyes curve into a smile.

“Yes, I obey. But why was Ruo Ruo angry just now?” Feng Weijia felt annoyed recalling this. How had he upset Su Ruo?

He Wen glanced at him. “With your attitude, I’d be angry too.”

She briefly explained how Su Ruo met Zhou Yunzhen, then sneered. “Understand now?”

“Ah,” Feng Weijia touched his chin, sighing. “I wondered why Su Ruo glared at me like a queen all of a sudden. Turns out I offended her savior.”

Previously, Su Ruo had been shrewd and strong-willed, often called the “queen” jokingly by close acquaintances. Now she seemed almost transformed, so the nickname was seldom used.

“Of course.” He Wen snorted coldly.

“Well, I didn’t know at the time,” Feng Weijia complained for himself, “but I think that woman isn’t simple. Don’t go meddling with her casually.”

His sincere advice naturally earned He Wen an eye-roll. In her opinion, the one who should be avoided was him, Feng Weijia.

“By the way, how did you find this place?” He Wen asked, still curious.

Feng Weijia smiled mysteriously. “Weren’t you the one on the phone telling me to find you? I just obeyed.”

…He Wen was speechless. That was just a joking remark—couldn’t he tell?

“You just come because I said so?” He Wen glared.

“Of course. Don’t be too moved,” Feng Weijia replied cheerfully, never serious.

“How did you even find this place?” He Wen asked, irritated but curious—it had only been half an hour.

“Ah, I have my ways. In this whole capital, there isn’t anyone I can’t find.”

Feng Weijia looked smug. He Wen couldn’t help but lift her foot to kick his calf. How can someone be this shameless?