RMM -Chapter 210 Xi Zi’s Fatherly Love

The other day, when Su Heng showed Su Ruo a photo of Xi Zi—aka the little one—for the first time, even Xi Da Xiao (Commander Xi), who was usually so composed and in control, saw his own son for the first time. He didn’t know whether to feel that he had been an incompetent father or an over-dutiful husband. From the moment he arrived at the hospital, he had stayed by Su Ruo’s side, never leaving her for a step, and hadn’t even mentioned his son, let alone gone to see him.

If Xi Zi ever grows up and finds out about this, one wonders if he would feel disappointed.

That day, Su Ruo was completely captivated by the tiny figure in the photo. She flipped through the pictures again and again, unwilling to put the phone down.

“So this is what the baby in my belly will look like… it’s so tiny. Could it be because he was premature?” Su Ruo felt a pang of guilt, then gazed at the photos with wonder. “Such red skin, wrinkly… really adorable… baba…”

Her maternal instincts flared up even more at the sight of the pictures. She couldn’t get enough, constantly praising the baby in her heart, almost pressing her eyes against the screen.

But Xi Da Xiao had a habit of spoiling the fun. While Su Ruo was still absorbed, he suddenly reached over and snatched the phone from her hand with decisive swiftness.

Su Ruo was momentarily stunned, staring at her empty palm, then whirled around to glare at Xi Yuechen. “Give me back my son!”

Before she could even protest, Xi Yuechen spoke first: “You can’t use your phone during your confinement period.”

“Pft…” He Wen snorted loudly.

Su Ruo wanted to laugh too—confinement period? Yes, technically, she had just given birth. But why should that take away her right to look at her child?!

Feeling both wronged and frustrated, Su Ruo found Xi Yuechen’s expression calm and indifferent, completely ignoring her anger. He wasn’t about to indulge her; Xi Yuechen was sure in his heart that this was about the little woman’s future and could not be taken lightly.

Unable to win a staring contest with him, Su Ruo had no choice. She then shot a resentful glare at the few others quietly enjoying the scene. “I’m going to rest.”

After issuing the expulsion order, she felt a bit relieved. People who kick someone when they’re down deserve disdain! She gave Xi Yuechen one last haughty glare, let out a proud huff, and lay down, closing her eyes, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.

At least she had seen her son. Su Ruo felt satisfied—she understood her own state. She couldn’t go see him directly; her previous insistence had just been childish frustration over not being able to.

Now that she had seen him, though tiny and slightly weak, the baby was alive and well. Nothing could delight her more, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After all the fuss, it was good that her wound hadn’t flared up again. How could she not be tired?

Xi Yuechen, knowing Su Ruo’s condition, immediately gave another expulsion order once she fell asleep:

“Ruo Ruo is asleep. You may leave now.”

So He Wen and the others didn’t even get a glimpse of Su Ruo’s sleeping face before being driven out by Xi Yuechen’s cold authority. They slunk away in a pitiable manner.

This is what it means when husband and wife act in perfect harmony: Su Ruo drives them out, and her husband follows suit. Truly a case of husband supporting wife!

Ye Huaiming raised an eyebrow at Su Heng teasingly: “It’s understandable that we were kicked out, but your brother-in-law too? He doesn’t care about you at all!”

Su Heng’s eyes widened. “She’s asleep, can’t you see? I’m not like you, shamelessly pushy without tact. Of course, I care about my sister.”

“Hey, now you’re mocking me. Sharp-tongued, aren’t you?” Ye Huaiming replied in mock surprise, lips curling in a half-smile.

“All right, all right, settle down,” He Wen interrupted, looking at Ye Huaiming. “Ruo Ruo’s fine now. You should go back. You have things to do anyway. And you,” he said, turning to Wen Shaoning, “head back too. We’ve got this covered. Too many people here is just troublesome.”

After receiving three expulsion orders that morning, Ye Huaiming and Wen Shaoning were helpless. Since when had they become unwelcome extras everywhere they went?

Still, they didn’t take it seriously and nodded earnestly. “Fine. There are enough people here anyway. We’ll go back and wait until Ruo Ruo returns to Beijing.”

Wen Shaoning spoke gravely. They had rushed over for Su Ruo’s safety, and now that both she and the baby were fine, there was nothing to worry about. As for the kidnappers, that was Xi and Su family business now.

Unlike the previous incident with Hong Shirong, which nearly ended in disaster, Su Ruo and the baby had survived. The Xi and Su families would not let the culprits off easily. Not just Xi Yuechen, but even Minister Xi and General Su likely wouldn’t forgive them.

They heard the kidnappers had previously worked for Hong Shirong. The coincidence left them speechless: former kidnappers turned good citizens capturing the current ones?

If Xi Yuechen hadn’t restrained himself against Hong Shirong, they might have suspected it was a setup. But since he had not acted, Hong Shirong was truly harmless.

Life really is full of strange twists—the coincidence that Hong Shirong became Su Ruo’s savior was unbelievable.

But these things had nothing to do with them, so they didn’t stick around. Before leaving, they decided to at least see the Xi family’s treasure—the little one.

“Why does Commander Xi call his own son ‘the little thing’? Ha, if his son’s a thing, isn’t he one too?” Ye Huaiming laughed loudly in the corridor, ignoring the stares of passersby.

Su Heng, anxious, slapped his hand over Ye Huaiming’s mouth. “Don’t talk nonsense. If you have the guts, say that in front of my brother-in-law. You’re the one who’s a thing!”

To Su Heng, Xi Yuechen was both family and idol. How could he allow someone to call him a “thing”? And his beloved nephew? His brother-in-law could say it, fine, but Ye Huaiming—outrageous!

“How could I be a thing? I didn’t say that. Calm down, Su Da Shao; anger doesn’t suit you.” Ye Huaiming continued to tease with a smile.

He marveled internally. Xi Yuechen was known to be strict and detached, but he didn’t expect him to be so cold and unromantic—even toward his own son. How did Su Ruo endure it?

Su Heng was about to argue but remembered something—his brother-in-law hadn’t returned his phone. Should he go back for it? Shrugging, he decided to leave it in the hospital for now; he could get it later.

Meanwhile, what was Xi Yuechen doing, having just been teased by Ye Huaiming?

Su Ruo was sleeping soundly. Her long, steady breaths caused her nostrils to rise and fall gently. The faint curve of a smile appeared on her lips, tracing a soft expression on her peaceful face.

Xi Yuechen watched quietly for a while, eyes calm. The gentle morning sunlight cast a warm glow on him.

After a long moment, he looked away and glanced at the phone in his hand—it was Su Heng’s. Su Heng had forgotten to retrieve it earlier, but Xi Yuechen had deliberately withheld it.

Before, like Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen hadn’t seen Xi Zi at all. Even with the photos, he had only glanced at them casually.

Now, his eyes moved over the phone, his finger pressed along the edge, then swiped the screen.

He didn’t linger. He opened the gallery—this was the first time our little Xi Zi was properly seen by his father.

Small, wrinkled, red…

Xi Da Xiao and Su Heng shared an unspoken agreement—like looking at a little monkey.

Xi Yuechen recalled Su Ruo’s comments on the photos: adorable, pink, and soft…

He glanced at the sleeping Su Ruo, lips pressed together. Su Ruo’s adjectives indeed described this small, red, wrinkled, sparsely haired little monkey with blue marks.

Su Heng had taken several shots; Xi Yuechen carefully flipped through them, frowning slightly, but concentrating deeply, studying each photo for a long time.

This tiny thing was their child? Suddenly, Xi Da Xiao’s heart softened completely, overwhelmed with emotion.

Feelings that couldn’t be expressed in words churned inside him. Looking at the little one in the photos, Xi Yuechen’s dark eyes softened. A strange, unprecedented feeling spread through his entire body.

After flipping through the photos multiple times, he closed the phone and a thought struck him: maybe he could go see this little one later.

Admittedly, Xi Yuechen hadn’t gone to see Xi Zi before, partly because he needed to stay with Su Ruo, and partly because he hadn’t felt a strong desire. Being emotionally reserved, he had focused entirely on Su Ruo.

Now, with a few photos from Su Heng, his paternal instincts had been awakened—proof, perhaps, of that legendary father-child bond.