RMM -Chapter 178 Cheng Yue’s Wife

The attitude Xi Yuechen showed this time was still cold, but Bai Xiong and Liu Qi were satisfied enough. At least this kid hadn’t shied away from such matters entirely, had he?

You can’t eat yourself fat in one bite. Everything has to be done step by step.

Besides, Bai Xiong had come along tonight mostly just to join in the fun. It wasn’t as if he was determined to shove a woman into Xi Yuechen’s bed.

So when he saw Xi Yuechen’s rare display of restrained frustration, Bai Xiong felt quite content and didn’t continue to make things difficult for him.

After being warned by Xi Yuechen, the woman behaved herself a lot more, sitting up properly.

Anyone who survives in places like this is no fool. After that warning, the woman understood that although this man looked gentle and refined, he was far from harmless. Better to avoid trouble—why provoke someone whose limits she didn’t know, just for the sake of beauty?

Her good sense kept the situation from becoming too awkward. Otherwise, if Xi Yuechen had truly humiliated her, the scene would have turned ugly and hard to clean up.

She was actually quite sharp, good at reading the situation. It was a shame she was only working as a hostess—such talent was wasted.

So that night, Xi Yuechen sat quietly drinking, letting the woman sit silently beside him. He didn’t voice any further refusals, using this to fend off Bai Xiong and Liu Qi’s meddling.

Liu Qi was pleased as well. Compared to yesterday, this was huge progress. Sure enough, beautiful women really did the trick.

The group stayed at Huangcheng until very late before getting up to leave. Throughout the evening, Bai Xiong remained seated beside Xi Yuechen and Liu Qi, chatting casually with those around him, smiling broadly and clearly in a very good mood.

It had been a long time since Bai Xiong had felt this relaxed. Even though tonight was ostensibly about “cultivating” Cheng Yue, he was genuinely enjoying himself and didn’t mind the noisy, crowded hall at all.

As they were leaving, Liu Qi quietly leaned over to Xi Yuechen and asked in a low voice, “Cheng Yue, how about tonight…?”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but his eyes flicked toward the woman standing nearby. Xi Yuechen followed his gaze and saw that she was looking at him.

She was the same woman who had been sitting beside him earlier. She’d been sneaking glances at him the whole time, and now that she’d been caught, she hurriedly lowered her head, looking rather embarrassed.

Xi Yuechen gave her a cold glance and immediately withdrew his gaze. Smiling, he shook his head at Liu Qi, who was wearing a teasing expression. “Brother Liu, please don’t make things hard for me anymore.”

It was an unmistakable refusal. Liu Qi didn’t insist—today had gone far enough. He understood the meaning of moderation.

Still, having noticed the woman peeking at Xi Yuechen, he couldn’t resist joking, “Such a beautiful woman has already fallen for you, and you’re still unmoved. Are you made of wood?”

Xi Yuechen merely smiled and said nothing, treating it as a joke.

Liu Qi didn’t mind his silence. Suddenly, he remembered that A-Long had mentioned Cheng Yue’s wife being a beauty. He glanced again at the woman with her head lowered, and a trace of mischievous amusement crept onto his face.

“Cheng Yue, I’ve heard your wife is a rare beauty. I thought A-Long was just talking nonsense, but now I’m curious. What kind of woman is she, that even with a big belly she can keep you tied down so tightly? She’s far more capable than these women here.”

As soon as Liu Qi finished speaking, he suddenly felt the air around him turn sharply colder. His heart jolted—why did it feel like there was killing intent?

He alertly looked around but saw nothing unusual. Thinking he was just being overly sensitive, he shook his head and laughed. He really was too jumpy.

The instant Liu Qi looked up, Xi Yuechen had already reined in the icy fury that had flared from him, returning to his casual demeanor. Only his hands hidden in the shadows were clenched tight, veins standing out.

This time, Liu Qi had truly touched Xi Yuechen’s bottom line. Comparing Su Ruo to women of the demimonde—full of teasing and mockery, with that sleazy tone—how could Xi Yuechen not be furious? He was barely suppressing the urge to kick Liu Qi to death.

Ignoring Liu Qi, who was already a bit tipsy, Xi Yuechen turned and walked out. If Liu Qi dared to say anything disrespectful about Su Ruo again under the influence of alcohol, Xi Yuechen would definitely do something about it.

It was completely dark by now. Xi Yuechen didn’t follow Bai Xiong back to the villa, instead returning directly to his own place.

Once Bai Xiong and his group left, Huangcheng suddenly felt much quieter, with far fewer people around. Still, some patrons remained in their seats, only lifting their heads to glance over as the group departed in force.

For example, the table of guests sitting in the corner of the hall.

That area was dimly lit. One person had been sitting there quietly drinking all this time. Only after Bai Xiong and the others left did she take out her phone from her bag and review the photos she’d taken earlier, one by one, her expression dark and unreadable.

Seen from behind, it was clearly a woman—slender, graceful, and elegant in bearing.

After returning to his temporary residence, Xi Yuechen slammed the door shut, then viciously kicked the sofa a few times before taking off his coat and sitting down.

It was obvious his mood was terrible. His expression was unusually gloomy, his face frighteningly dark, his whole person radiating icy coldness.

What the hell.

Just thinking of Liu Qi’s words made anger surge in Xi Yuechen’s chest. No one had ever spoken ill of Su Ruo in front of him, let alone in such a manner. Liu Qi’s careless mouth tonight had truly enraged him.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. The more he thought about it, the more Xi Yuechen felt that organizations like Yanmen were nothing but garbage heaps that needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

After a while, he let out a long sigh. Hopefully everything would be settled after the Zhao family’s apology banquet. The little one would be born soon—he wanted to stay by Su Ruo’s side.

While Liu Qi’s words had angered him, they had also inevitably stirred the longing he felt for Su Ruo. The yearning he usually suppressed now burst forth like a breached flood, overwhelming him.

He checked the time—already 9:30 p.m. Xi Yuechen frowned in thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and called Gao Yunxiao.

“Tonight’s meeting is postponed. Wait for my notice.”

Gao Yunxiao stared blankly at the phone that had already been hung up, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

He had gone out of his way today to prepare for this conference call—personally finding the equipment, setting everything up, and even canceling the action group’s night training—all just to wait for Xi Yuechen’s call.

And now, after finally getting the call, Captain Xi ended all his anticipation and excitement with a single sentence. He didn’t even have time to say a word, let alone ask why.

Wait for notice… wait until when?

With a face full of black lines, Gao Yunxiao put his phone down on the table and curved his lips at the eager team members watching him.

“The captain’s orders—keep waiting.”

As expected, a wave of wailing erupted below. They hadn’t even had dinner yet. After finally hearing that a mission was coming, who would still have the leisure to eat? One by one, they’d rushed over here, anxiously waiting for the meeting to begin.

A long-absent Captain Xi was holding a conference call instead of appearing in person—how novel. Everyone knew how serious, cautious, and meticulous Xi Yuechen was. Now he was holding a call without showing up—how rich must the content be?

Thinking of Xi Yuechen’s disappearance over this period, everyone more or less had an answer in their hearts, though no one said it aloud. Now they were all ready and waiting, yet the captain still didn’t appear. Naturally, curiosity was through the roof—they all wanted to hear what the captain had been “on official business” with for so long.

But “keep waiting”? What did that mean?

If he had time to call and tell them to keep waiting, why didn’t he have time to hold the meeting? Were they supposed to keep standing here, or go find something to eat? After a whole day of intense training, how could their bodies take it on empty stomachs? Why would such a serious man like Captain Xi play this kind of joke on them?

Han Zhiyuan, always the more lively one, couldn’t help asking the deputy captain, “Deputy, what about dinner?”

Gao Yunxiao didn’t even lift his head. “Meal time has already passed.”

Another wave of groans followed. Strangely, this actually improved Gao Yunxiao’s gloomy mood quite a bit, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing more obvious.

Han Zhiyuan sighed. “Captain Xi must be training our patience. Comrades, victory is just ahead—please remain calm.”

Xie Haomin rolled his eyes and snorted. “Who’s the one that needs to remain calm the most?”

Han Zhiyuan shot him a sideways look. “Who, huh? Who do you mean?”

This guy just loved going against him. Tch.

Groaning aside, every team member still waited enthusiastically for Xi Yuechen’s next call, eyes practically straining.

After so long of training and preparation, they were finally about to put it to use. How could anyone stay calm?

After all, this mission was being personally overseen by higher-ups. Its importance was beyond question. If they won a complete victory, it would mean fame and merit—and a real contribution to the country’s stability.

The scene shifts back to Xi Yuechen…

Captain Xi temporarily postponed the conference call and delayed official business—what exactly was he up to?

Ahem. Pushing official matters aside, Captain Xi simply wanted to call his wife.

Su Ruo was just getting ready for bed. Recently, she hadn’t been calling Xi Yuechen much, nor had she been waiting specifically for his calls.

Xi Yuechen had told her he’d been busy lately and asked her not to wait for his calls, and to avoid calling him if possible.

Su Ruo had obediently agreed, though she felt a bit puzzled. What kind of business was so serious that even phone calls weren’t allowed?

But since Xi Yuechen had said so, she didn’t press for answers. After all, if he didn’t want to say something, no amount of asking would get a response.

She hadn’t expected that just as she lay down tonight, she’d hear her phone ringing from the dressing table. Her heart stirred—could it be the chief?

Because of her belly, Su Ruo moved quite slowly. By the time she picked up the phone, it had already been ringing for a while.

“Chief!”

Seeing the caller ID, her eyes lit up and she answered with barely concealed excitement.