RMM -Chapter 222 Bo An’s Wound

“What? You… why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Liang Bo’an’s expression changed abruptly as he asked sharply.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I haven’t finished yet. Su Ruo is fine now—both mother and child are safe, and it’s a healthy chubby little boy! Everything’s fine!”

Feng Weijia hurriedly explained over the phone. He hadn’t even finished speaking yet—why all the urgency?

“That’s good…” Liang Bo’an finally exhaled, his expression softening slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, then asked again, “How is she now?”

Feng Weijia rolled his eyes. He had guessed this reaction. “She’s still in H Province for now, but she’ll be returning to B City soon. From what I hear, she’s doing well—already discharged and resting. The baby’s healthy too.”

“And what about Xi Yuechen? Where is he?” Liang Bo’an continued. With something this serious happening to Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen couldn’t still be in the army, could he?

“Of course he’s in H Province too. Apparently, he hasn’t left her side, watching over her constantly. Quite the devoted husband. Though, hearing people describe it sounds almost exaggerated—just look at him…”

Feng Weijia’s teasing comment died on his lips as he heard dead silence on the other end. A chill ran down his spine. Maybe this wasn’t the right thing to say to Bo’an…

“Ahem, I mean, Xi Yuechen is just staying with Su Ruo,” Feng Weijia tried to recover, inwardly scolding himself. Saying this in front of Bo’an was like stabbing him straight in the heart…

“I was just asking. That’s good,” Liang Bo’an lowered his gaze and smiled faintly. His face was calm, betraying no emotion. “That’s good.”

Yes… it was rare that Xi Yuechen put aside his work. Su Ruo must be very happy. He would never forget it for life. Whenever she spoke of Xi Yuechen, her eyes shone like the starry nights he had seen on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau—bright, dazzling, and breathtakingly beautiful, yet icy enough to freeze his heart.

How could someone who loved Xi Yuechen so deeply not be happy at this moment?

That was enough… He could also quietly retreat and leave her to her life.

“Who kidnapped her?” Liang Bo’an asked, his peach blossom eyes glinting with deadly cold.

“I don’t know,” Feng Weijia shrugged. “I heard Xi Yuechen took care of it himself, not letting anyone intervene. Even the Su family didn’t pursue it. Now, no one knows what he did—no news has come out.”

Feng Weijia clicked his tongue in admiration. “Everyone’s guessing how Xi Yuechen handled them. There were only five people, and their backgrounds weren’t revealed.”

Liang Bo’an listened, his anger unrelenting, but he fell silent again, seemingly lost in thought.

“Listen, don’t get any ideas. Su Ruo was in danger—Xi Yuechen stepping up is natural. Even without him, there’s the Su family. There’s no shortage of people to avenge her. What makes you think you can do anything here? Those people vanished after Xi Yuechen took them away; where would you even find them? Mark my words, Xi Yuechen won’t let this go easily. We should just stay put and mind our own business.”

Feng Weijia sighed. Those words were harsh for Liang Bo’an, but they were the truth. If not warned, Bo’an might rush to B City to seek revenge, but what did Su Ruo’s trouble have to do with him? No matter how close they were as childhood friends, Xi Yuechen had clearly stated that no one should interfere. As a potential rival, it was best for Bo’an to do nothing. Everyone knew—Xi Yuechen seemed indifferent on the surface, but once serious, no one knew what he was capable of. He certainly wouldn’t be merciful.

So care is one thing, but Su Ruo was fine. These people should not meddle.

Liang Bo’an’s pupils constricted slightly, then sank into endless darkness. His lips moved, but he could not speak.

What could he say? Feng Weijia’s words were irrefutable. Yes, he was an outsider, and obsessing over Su Ruo was nothing but a vain fantasy. The more he clung, the more distasteful he seemed.

Yet even when he understood everything clearly, once it was unveiled, the subtle pain in his heart uncontrollably spread through his body.

His hands clenched the phone tightly, knuckles whitening. His face shifted through emotions until it finally froze in dim solitude.

“Mm.”

With a nearly inaudible sound, Liang Bo’an hung up, staring blankly at the bustling streets below. He felt as though he had fallen into an abyss, engulfed by unbearable loneliness and sorrow.

Even though he had decided to let go, even though he was far from her, why couldn’t he release her? Upon hearing about Su Ruo’s danger, his heart skipped beats, panicked, and even his fingers trembled.

Mother and child are safe… how wonderful. Su Ruo must be very happy now, with someone guarding her, no one else to worry about… No. She had never needed Liang Bo’an’s protection, never looked at him with such eyes—never. From beginning to end, it had always been so.

It was over. They were far apart. Why cling to someone who never belonged to him?

It wasn’t indecisiveness. Even though he couldn’t let go of his feelings for Su Ruo, he had been a coward all along, hiding his heart, unable to act.

But what could he do? If Su Ruo were single, even with someone in her heart, he could still try. Even if she were married but unhappy, he would not hesitate to try to win her. But nothing was like that. Su Ruo, the woman he had hidden in his heart for so many years, already had the right man, loved him deeply, and now had borne his child. Why destroy her life?

Liang Bo’an, all his life, had never compromised. Known as a viper for his ruthless nature, yet in front of Su Ruo, all that vanished. No matter how clever others were, no one would guess that such a cold, ruthless man could be so weak and devoted for one woman.

But the one he admired was never his, so he could only retreat repeatedly, silently, pretending to live well.

He had long said Su Ruo was his calamity: if he could pass, all would rejoice; if not, endless loneliness. Before that, only desolate emptiness.

Feng Weijia silently watched the phone, now black, for a long time.

He knew how miserable Liang Bo’an felt, but what could be done? No matter how deep the affection, if there’s no fate, there’s no love. Why torture oneself so?

He had only learned of Su Ruo’s situation today. Normally, he didn’t keep in touch with people in that circle, so the connections were distant. No one had informed him of such a major incident until she was almost fully recovered. He was certain Wen Shaoning’s comments had been casual, not meant to notify him.

After understanding what had happened, even someone as calm as Feng Weijia couldn’t help but gasp. Such a serious event!

But why didn’t he know? Almost ready to demand an explanation, he swallowed it when he saw Wen Shaoning’s indifferent smile.

What right did he have to question it? It was only a casual acquaintance. Why should they announce Su Ruo’s situation to him? Not telling him was entirely reasonable. Today’s disclosure was already exceptional.

Feng Weijia, not foolish, reflected on himself and broke into a cold sweat. Su Ruo had been in danger, and he only found out after ten or fifteen days. What if something happened to He Wen later—would anyone inform him?

Naturally, Feng Weijia thought of He Wen’s recent mysterious disappearance. She must have been with Su Ruo, but he was completely unaware. No matter how anxious he was, it was useless.

Yes, with such distant ties, it was natural he wouldn’t know if Su Ruo had been in danger. And if He Wen had a problem in the future, he wouldn’t know either.

That wouldn’t do! Feng Weijia couldn’t allow it. He immediately reflected on his lack of interpersonal strategy—focusing only on pursuing He Wen. He had to change tactics, build relationships with her friends quickly, and secure their favor. Who knew what might happen later?

Having understood this, Feng Weijia acted immediately, linking arms with Wen Shaoning, chatting smoothly, and starting to strengthen connections. He intended to win over these people as quickly as possible.

Back home, Feng Weijia’s head ached. Su Ruo had been in serious danger—Bo’an should have been told.

But… should he tell him? If not, Bo’an would eventually find out. If told, who knew how he would react? Bo’an had always been sensitive about Su Ruo; hearing this might make him rush over immediately.

After hesitating, he decided to tell him. Wen Shaoning had said that Su Ruo had survived, given birth to a son, and Xi Yuechen was staying by her side. It sounded perfect and happy.

Telling Bo’an this, though harsh, would force him to let go of Su Ruo. Otherwise, how long would he continue to suffer?