RMM -Chapter 225 Having Capital Lets You Be This Willful

When Xi Yuechen walked in, this was the scene he saw: Su Ruo biting her lip, seemingly pondering some difficult problem, her brows furrowed, and her phone tossed aside.

“What’s wrong?”

She had been fine just a moment ago—how could a single phone call change her like this?

If Xi Yuechen hadn’t spoken, it would have been fine. But as soon as he did, Su Ruo immediately lifted her head, eyes sharp, looking at him with clear dissatisfaction.

“I just got a strange phone call,” Su Ruo started to vent. Seeing that Zhou Yun Zhen responded so naturally to Xi Yuechen, she thought maybe the two of them knew each other.

“Huh? You don’t know her?”

Xi Yuechen asked instinctively, not even thinking about it. With the caller ID on the screen, how could he not recognize her?

“I do… By the way, do you know Zhou Yun Zhen?” Su Ruo tried asking.

Unexpectedly, Xi Yuechen answered without hesitation: “No.”

…Couldn’t you at least think about it? Su Ruo felt helpless.

“But it sounded like she knew you,” Su Ruo persisted. Zhou Yun Zhen’s reaction had left her unsettled, and she wanted to find out more. If Zhou Yun Zhen knew her husband, maybe he knew something too.

Su Ruo felt uneasy. Zhou Yun Zhen’s behavior this time was too strange. She had the sense that she had overlooked something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure it out—little did she know, Zhou Yun Zhen was thinking about her husband all along.

Xi Yuechen, seeing that Su Ruo still had doubts, focused for a moment. Among the people he knew, only General Zhou had the surname Zhou—and he seemed to have a daughter… but he didn’t personally know her. So what? He became even more certain.

“I don’t know her.”

As mentioned before, Xi Yuechen was shockingly oblivious to romance. Poetry, love, and other such things were foreign to him; his mind ran on a single main line and rarely deviated. Even with comrades, relationships were purely platonic. He rarely opened up, especially to women. Important people in his life were few, and women even fewer. The rest didn’t even count as scenery. People like He Wen and Duan Wei only lingered in his memory because of Su Ruo. How could he remember Zhou Yun Zhen, whom he had met only a few times? Actually, it wasn’t that he forgot—he simply didn’t take her seriously, so naturally, he didn’t know her.

“Then why did she say your name so smoothly?” Su Ruo wondered. She and Zhou Yun Zhen had met only a few times, and she had never mentioned Xi Yuechen’s name in front of her. Yet Zhou Yun Zhen said it so naturally, even smoother than He Wen ever did.

But since Xi Yuechen insisted he didn’t know her, Su Ruo, however curious, had to drop it. Perhaps Zhou Yun Zhen really was facing some difficulty. Xi Yuechen wasn’t the type to lie about such things—if he knew, he knew; if not, he didn’t.

Besides, it made sense. Apart from the few years working at the hospital, Zhou Yun Zhen had mostly been at school, hardly ever home. How could she know Xi Yuechen? And he wasn’t the type to casually make friends anywhere; even if he wandered around daily, it didn’t mean he socialized.

“Alright, alright, if you don’t know her, you don’t know her. Maybe I’m overthinking,” Su Ruo waved her hand casually, letting it go.

“Yeah, as long as it’s nothing serious,” Xi Yuechen replied, not bothered. He sat down, picked up Xi Zi, and looked down at the sleeping child.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yun Zhen was forgotten. They chatted casually, taking care of Xi Zi together.

At dinner, Zhang Huaqing, Su Feng, and Su Heng came to Zhengjia Courtyard, carrying all kinds of things to see Xi Zi.

Su Ruo looked at the pile of items, sighed, and massaged her forehead. What were all these things for? Were they planning to open a shop? Also, what was the difference between keeping her and Xi Zi’s things at Zhengjia Courtyard versus the military compound?

A bunch of people going crazy over a child, Su Ruo muttered.

Xi Yuechen, seeing Su Ruo pouting, knew what she was thinking—probably complaining about all the things they had brought.

Over the past few days, people had started visiting Su Ruo, naturally bringing gifts. But these were all close friends and family, so nothing too annoying. Except for He Wen and her group, the others were all received by Shen Liang.

He Wen and Duan Wei would pop in occasionally, hiding in the room, chatting privately—a pastime Su Ruo used to pass the time.

Shen Liang went along with it, since letting Su Ruo rest all day would be boring and bad for her health. The girls chatting and laughing didn’t tire anyone, and Xi Yuechen always quietly retreated to the study whenever they came.

Time passed like this, and soon it was Xi Zi’s full month.

As the legitimate grandson of the Xi family, a grand banquet was naturally in order. Shen Liang and Zhang Huaqing had begun preparations long ago: booking the hotel, making the guest list, arranging the menu and decorations—it had taken over ten days to organize everything extravagantly.

Of course, they dared to go all out only with the approval of Xi Jian’an and Su Feng; otherwise, they wouldn’t dare.

Why not approve? They had been cautious and low-profile their whole lives. Their long-awaited grandson’s full-month celebration was a chance to be festive. Who would dare interfere?

No one did. When the Xi and Su families first married, it shook the upper circles of the capital. Anything involving Xi or Su families required caution. Now, with this golden grandson, the bond between the families became stronger. Who would dare provoke them?

So yes, if they want to hold a grand banquet, they can. Others just bring gifts, attend happily, and enjoy the celebration.

Indeed, the child’s status was special—the only grandson of the Xi and Su families. Precious beyond measure.

Even the Wang faction wouldn’t act up on this day. If invited, they would attend. After all, appearances mattered.

Thus, Xi Zi’s full-month banquet caused a stir across the capital. The powerful and influential either attended personally or sent gifts, creating an outwardly harmonious and prosperous scene.

Given Xi Jian’an and Su Feng’s status, their support was expected. Additionally, the respected elder Xi Lao could not be slighted. Days before the banquet, news spread that someone from the Gu family would attend to celebrate Xi Zi—a shocking development.

The Gu family? Everyone knew their status. In the next election, the likely contenders were from the Gu and Wang families. While the outcome was unclear, Gu’s gesture showed how highly they valued the Xi-Su alliance. Whoever won later, the Xi-Su families would benefit further. Who would dare offend them now?

So, while it seemed like just a child’s banquet, in reality, it held layers of political significance.

Speculation outside was accurate. The upcoming election stirred all factions, especially the Wang family, acting increasingly audaciously. Confident in victory, they could no longer maintain calm, making a show to remind others that silence did not equal weakness.

Xi Jian’an and Su Feng didn’t refuse. As part of the Gu faction, supporting each other was natural. It also served as a warning to those becoming too arrogant recently.

No matter the outcome, even if the Wang faction won, the Gu and Xi-Su families were untouchable. With capital comes willfulness.

The Wang faction, however, never considered that they could shake these deeply rooted powers. They were just “new rich” in politics, nothing more.

The reason the Xi-Su families could act so freely was due to that ambiguous stance, which left room for misunderstanding… In short, until the last moment, nothing was certain.

Thus, a seemingly cheerful full-month banquet quietly marked the start of turbulent undercurrents.

At home, Su Ruo had no idea. All she knew was which hotel the banquet was at, and that she needed to coordinate with the stylist to look presentable before leaving.

Upon hearing the hotel, Su Ruo was shocked. Huh, such a big deal for a full-month banquet? Wouldn’t it attract criticism?

She voiced her concern to Zhang Huaqing, only to get a slap on the head: “Mind your own business. Adults will handle adults. You just take care of yourself.”

“I’m an adult too! I have a son…” Su Ruo grumbled, glaring.

“My grandson’s full month should be celebrated grandly, so everyone sees how adorable he is. And if we have the means, why make my grandson suffer? It’s not like you’re paying,” Zhang Huaqing said dismissively, then left to hold the grandson, leaving Su Ruo stunned.

Xi Yuechen, unaware of the underlying politics, remained silent. Being a soldier, he had little interest in political affairs, and Xi Jian’an wouldn’t allow him to interfere. He just focused on his own matters.

Yes, there was no need for him to intervene yet. He could remain inconspicuous; his father could handle it expertly.

For Xi Yuechen and Su Ruo, this full-month banquet was truly just that—a simple full-month celebration.