RMM -Chapter 215 Happy Enemies

Sure enough, not long after Duan Wei arrived that day, Lu Yue came charging in, making a flashy entrance.

He had originally called Duan Wei, wanting to ask where on earth she had run off to again. But Duan Wei had turned off her phone when she boarded the plane and still hadn’t turned it back on. No matter how hard Lu Yue tried, he couldn’t get through. So he directly called He Wen instead, asking if she knew anything—just trying his luck.

When He Wen received Lu Yue’s call, she was startled at first. Duan Wei hadn’t told him? She’d left him behind again?

Tsk tsk, poor Lu Yue. His road to love was really far too long.

After hearing about what had happened to Su Ruo, Lu Yue was genuinely frightened. He rushed nonstop to H Province.

He never expected that he would catch the woman who had disappeared without a word right inside Su Ruo’s hospital room.

Now this was lively. Su Ruo watched the two of them with a mischievous grin. Honestly, Duan Wei was just unlucky. After coming to the hospital, she hadn’t left at all—she stayed with Su Ruo chatting the whole time. Later, He Wen also came by, and with three women together, the conversation became even livelier. And then—too much joy leads to sorrow.

No—more precisely, it was Duan Wei’s joy that turned into sorrow. By evening, she was cornered in the hospital room by the Lu Yue who came storming in.

Seeing Lu Yue looking pitiful beyond belief, Duan Wei broke out in goosebumps and also felt a bit guilty. She hurriedly dragged him away, saying she’d come back later to see Su Ruo. This was just too embarrassing.

In truth, after Lu Yue learned about Su Ruo’s accident, he no longer blamed Duan Wei. Something so serious had happened to Su Ruo—of course Duan Wei would panic. Rushing back was completely understandable, even if she had… forgotten his existence.

Still, Lu Yue’s heart felt unbearably sour. He couldn’t accuse Duan Wei, but at least he had the right to feel wronged, didn’t he?

Watching Duan Wei shove Lu Yue out of the room, Su Ruo and He Wen could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.

Seeing Duan Wei and Lu Yue more or less fly off together as a pair put Su Ruo in a good mood. But then… she glanced at the still-laughing He Wen and started worrying again about her lifelong prospects.

“Why are you still here? Aren’t you going back to work?” Su Ruo asked.

What happened to Feng Weijia—why was there no movement at all? Wasn’t he deeply in love with He Wen? She’d been here so many days, yet he hadn’t come to urge her even once.

It wasn’t that Feng Weijia hadn’t urged her—he’d been calling relentlessly, practically a death-call chain. But He Wen simply refused to budge, no matter how much he coaxed or threatened her.

I’m not going back to work. I really am skipping work. What are you going to do about it? I don’t believe you’d actually sue me.

That contract really was something Feng Weijia used to restrain He Wen. But once she became this thick-skinned, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t actually sue her—so what else could he do? All he could manage was to patiently persuade her to “come back.”

Feng Weijia didn’t know about Su Ruo’s situation at all. So he didn’t know He Wen had gone to H Province. He thought she’d just run off somewhere to have fun. But no matter how desperately he searched, he couldn’t find her anywhere, and he was getting frantic with worry.

They had been together day in and day out for so long. He had long grown used to having He Wen by his side, hadn’t he? On ordinary weekends, not seeing her already made him feel restless and uncomfortable—let alone this time, when she had vanished completely for so many days.

It was understandable that Feng Weijia didn’t know about Su Ruo’s accident. He was always close to Liang Bo’an, but he didn’t really have deep ties with Su Ruo, Wen Shaoning, and their circle. When they met, they exchanged a few polite jokes, but that was all—just acquaintances who nodded to each other. Since He Wen hadn’t told him, who else would specifically go and inform him about Su Ruo’s condition?

Seen this way, Feng Weijia was even more pitiful than Lu Yue. When Duan Wei left without a word, at least her close friends leaked information to Lu Yue. But once He Wen disappeared, Feng Weijia could only worry helplessly—knowing nothing, with no one to ask—left only to patiently coax He Wen to “change her mind.”

Looks like Young Master Feng the Third needed to change his strategy. He had to cast a wider net and break things down one by one. Fixating on a single tree—no matter what tricks you use—you’ll only end up hanging yourself from that tree, without even a rescuer.

If you’re chasing someone, how can you neglect public relations? You have to befriend their friends. Otherwise, it’d already be good if they just watched coldly without tripping you up. And tell me—among He Wen’s close friends, which one is kind and harmless? Even Su Ruo isn’t exactly a saint; she actually enjoys watching this kind of drama.

So Feng Weijia being anxious right now was entirely deserved. His pursuit strategy was simply terrible.

As for He Wen, in response to Feng Weijia’s earnest persuasion, she adopted a “three-no policy”: no care, no concern, no response. I’m not going back to work for you. Do whatever you want.

When Su Ruo brought it up, He Wen curled her lips disdainfully. “Hmph. I’m on strike. I’m taking care of a patient.”

…Su Ruo fell silent. That excuse was just too noble-sounding. Taking care of a patient? If Feng Weijia heard this, what would he think? Besides, when had she ever needed He Wen to serve her? She really couldn’t bear that “honor.”

“Hey, hey, if you’re skipping work and slacking off, just say so. Why drag me, a patient, into it? I’m not joining your grudges—I’ll just watch the fire from the opposite shore and enjoy myself,” Su Ruo said quickly, distancing herself, grinning smugly.

“Tch, show-off,” He Wen snorted, casting her a sideways glance.

“But seriously, you really skipped work?” Su Ruo asked, turning serious.

“Yeah. I’ve been squeezed dry by that Yang Bailao—it’s miserable. I’m going on strike. Hmph, the tiger hasn’t shown its might and people think I’m a sick cat? Didn’t they bother to ask about my illustrious reputation?” He Wen said arrogantly, lips curling.

“I don’t care about your reputation. If you skip work like this, didn’t Feng Weijia say anything? Does he know you’re here?” Su Ruo persisted.

“Nope. I didn’t tell him anything. I came straight over that night. I didn’t tell him about your situation either,” He Wen shook her head, thinking to herself: Better not tell him about Su Ruo. If Feng Weijia finds out, wouldn’t that mean Liang Bo’an would know too? And if Liang Bo’an knew something this serious happened, who knows how he’d react—he might rush over immediately. But this is Su Ruo’s mother-in-law’s place, and Xi Yuechen’s territory—what would he even be doing here? Su Ruo already has a son. Better to avoid letting those two meet. Given enough time, maybe everything will fade away.

He Wen thought a lot, but didn’t show any of it. Why add unnecessary worries for Su Ruo? Better left unsaid.

Su Ruo had no idea what was going through He Wen’s mind. Hearing that she hadn’t told Feng Weijia about her situation, Su Ruo didn’t care much either. They weren’t that close, after all. Something like kidnapping didn’t need to be broadcast everywhere. Once she returned to B City, she could just inform everyone about Xi Zi’s birth in one go.

Still, she felt she should worry a bit about He Wen’s lifelong happiness. She didn’t know how things were developing between those two.

“You disappeared completely—your boss must be really worried, right?” Su Ruo asked again.

“Of course! He calls me N times a day, telling me to go back to work. I said I’m too tired and not going! He even said that as long as I go back, he won’t make me do any work—just show up and that’s enough. Tch—who’s he trying to fool? Him? Feng Weijia would do something that unprofitable? No way I’m falling for that. If I believed him and happily went back, I’d really fall into an abyss. Let him yell all he wants—I don’t care.”

He Wen rattled on indignantly, making Su Ruo laugh despite herself.

“Don’t get so worked up. Maybe he’s telling the truth? Why not go back and see? I have plenty of people here anyway,” Su Ruo said, holding back her laughter.

She didn’t think Feng Weijia was necessarily lying. With He Wen gone without a word for so long, who knew how anxious he was by now? She didn’t believe that all those schemes to lure He Wen into becoming his secretary were just to make her do hard labor.

“I’m not going, not going. I’ll talk about it when I’m in a better mood. Hey—why are you so anxious about this? Are you tired of me?” He Wen finally sensed something was off.

Su Ruo hurriedly explained, “No, you’re overthinking it. I’m just worried about you. If you end up unemployed, I’d feel bad too, wouldn’t I?”

“Really? Why do I feel like something’s not right?” He Wen frowned suspiciously.

“It’s really nothing. Why are you so paranoid? I’m being kind-hearted, okay?” Su Ruo said dismissively, her face calm, her heart steady—though inwardly she sighed. What a pity. Feng Weijia really failed miserably. Forget winning her heart—now she doesn’t even want to see him. What’s the point of chasing her anymore?

“Hey, look—my son’s already been born, and Duan Wei and Lu Yue are close to a happy ending. What about you? Be honest—how old are you now?” Su Ruo pressed.

He Wen’s face darkened instantly. “How old? How old do you think I am? Just because you two found homes and had kids, I have to package myself and sell myself off? I’m telling you, I’m in the prime of my youth!”

“Yes, yes, you’re young and vibrant, and we’re old and fading. But you can’t just ignore lifelong matters. Come on, tell me—do you have someone you like?” Su Ruo coaxed persistently, determined to find something out. Ideally, she’d even package He Wen off too. If He Wen had a daughter someday, she could consider abducting her to be her own future daughter-in-law—haha.

Unfortunately, He Wen truly had no plans in that regard. No matter how Su Ruo asked, the answers were always “don’t know,” “haven’t thought about it.”

Left with no choice, Su Ruo finally asked directly, “Then what do you think of Feng Weijia? I mean… as your other half.”

He Wen’s reaction could only be described as shock. She cried out, “Him?! Oh my god—if you’re really sick of me, just say it! Why use him to scare me? Aren’t you deliberately trying to suffocate me? Even if all the men in the world were dead, I wouldn’t dare consider him, okay?”

…Su Ruo was completely choked by that response. How was she supposed to continue after that?

Fine. She had done all she could.

Feng Weijia—good luck to you. She had truly tried her best.