RMM -Chapter 227 Xi Zi’s Full Moon Banquet (Part 2)

“Chief Xi, good to see you well.”

Gu Jiawei, standing behind Xi Yuechen, stepped forward a couple of paces, coming alongside him. He curled his lips into a faint smile.

Since Gu Jiawei arrived, Xi Yuechen’s expressionless face finally showed some change. Although he still looked very cold, his eyes now carried a relaxed gleam. The frosty demeanor he usually radiated had softened noticeably.

“Why are you here?” Xi Yuechen ignored Gu Jiawei’s teasing and asked calmly.

“Tsk, of course, I came to deliver a red envelope for your son. Don’t be so ungrateful,” Gu Jiawei said, his tone rising slightly, a hint of displeasure in his voice.

Xi Yuechen paid no attention to whether he was pleased or not, remaining as unfeeling as ever. “Aren’t you afraid of causing too much commotion?”

Gu Jiawei sighed in boredom. He knew exactly what Xi Yuechen meant and snorted. “I really don’t understand how Miss Su could fall for such an unromantic ice cube like you… How did she not suffocate?”

Hearing Gu Jiawei’s regretful sigh, Xi Yuechen finally made a move. He turned slightly to look at Gu Jiawei beside him. The relaxed gleam in his eyes vanished, replaced with an unmistakable hint of displeasure.

Gu Jiawei was somewhat surprised. After so many years of friendship, he knew Xi Yuechen’s personality thoroughly—this man never showed his emotions lightly. In all these years, there were very few times he had seen him with anything other than a deadpan expression.

Yet now, merely mentioning Su Ruo was enough to make him openly show dissatisfaction. Surprised, Gu Jiawei also felt a strong curiosity rising within him.

Recalling the few times Xi Yuechen had reached out to him for help over the phone, Gu Jiawei could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations even through the calls. This Su Ruo… seems capable of stirring Xi Yuechen’s emotions quite easily. No—more precisely, the rare emotional fluctuations Xi Yuechen experienced were all because of Su Ruo. Tsk tsk…

He had really come at the right time. To see Xi Yuechen turn into such a flustered young man—it truly takes an extraordinary woman! He has to meet her!

Although he had heard Su Ruo’s name before, and that she was supposedly talented—a prominent figure among women in their circles—he had never been interested in getting to know her. Partly because of the age gap, partly because he, Gu Jiawei, had no interest or time to socialize with people who offered him no advantage. Of course, Xi Yuechen was a huge exception.

So, not to mention meeting her, people like Su Ruo had never even seen Gu Jiawei’s face, only continually hearing the name that resounded like thunder.

Thus, the ever-elusive and highly capable Gu Jiawei became the most mysterious figure in Beijing. Many of his peers never even had a chance to meet him.

For this full-moon banquet, the presence of one Gu family member was already prestigious enough. Gu Jiawei’s sudden appearance clearly exceeded everyone’s expectations. The father and son of the Gu family appearing together—what could this mean? Previously, there had been no news suggesting that Gu Jiawei would attend—at least, not in the minds of those who knew him.

Gu Jiawei stood beside Xi Yuechen, watching the indistinguishable expressions of the crowd, a sarcastic smile on his face. Don’t get the wrong idea—regardless of his father’s motives, his own reason for being here was purely to join in the fun.

First, to meet the long-absent old friend Xi Yuechen; second, to deliver a red envelope for Xi Yuechen’s son; and third… to see the extraordinary woman, Su Ruo.

Could she not be extraordinary? In Gu Jiawei’s eyes, nothing in the world was more shocking than seeing Xi Yuechen “change his ways,” and as the instigator, Su Ruo naturally became extraordinary too.

Xi Yuechen naturally ignored the various gazes from around him and walked two steps forward to speak to Gu Yanzhi, who had already arrived.

“Uncle Gu.”

Everyone here attended as friends, so Xi Yuechen appropriately addressed Gu Yanzhi as “Uncle Gu.” Even in the few times Xi Yuechen had met Gu Yanzhi before, he had called him that. They weren’t in a superior-subordinate relationship, nor in the same circle. With the connection to Gu Jiawei, Xi Yuechen calling him “Uncle” was entirely natural.

Seeing the smile on Xi Yuechen’s face, Gu Yanzhi became even more warm-hearted. He patted Xi Yuechen’s shoulder lightly and said with a smile, “Congratulations, Yuechen! You have a fine son. Well done!”

Then he turned to Xi Jian’an and Su Feng, who were walking over, and asked, “How is it? So happy—where’s the grandson?”

Xi Jian’an chuckled. “We’ve waited for so many years. How could we not be happy? Look, here’s my grandson. Isn’t he handsome?”

Su Feng joined in with a hum. “Of course. And don’t forget who the mother is.”

As if ignoring how beautiful his daughter was—otherwise, how could such a beautiful grandson be born?

Xi Jian’an twitched at the corner of his eye. Since having a grandson, this old man had become even less composed, always bragging. Does the grandson’s looks have nothing to do with his son?

Here, there was no need to be particular about formalities. Ostensibly, everyone was here to celebrate Xi Zi’s full month, so Xi Jian’an and Su Feng spoke without much restraint.

Watching the two, Gu Yanzhi was both amused and slightly envious. Yes, these two had grandchildren, but what about himself? Forget grandchildren—even a daughter-in-law was nowhere in sight!

Thinking of this, Gu Yanzhi felt uneasy again, glancing at Gu Jiawei standing nearby.

Gu Jiawei’s expression turned a bit sour at his father’s glance. How could he not understand his father’s meaning? Of course, it was a push to get him married and have children. But without a suitable partner, how could he marry? He couldn’t just grab a random woman off the street to have a child.

Resigned, he shrugged at his father, indicating his helplessness. Gu Yanzhi wanted to scold him but couldn’t, and had to restrain himself.

This unfilial son! Doesn’t he see his age? Xi Yuechen already has a son, and yet he hasn’t brought home a wife! What a disgrace!

He always says, “wait a few years,” but until when? He can’t wait until he’s dust and still hasn’t seen a grandchild!

Xi Yuechen had long seen through this interaction and allowed a small smile to twitch at the corner of his lips. The sight of Gu Jiawei being flustered clearly amused him.

In such occasions, any displeasure is only temporary. Soon, Gu Yanzhi was laughing and chatting again with Xi Jian’an and Su Feng.

Others witnessing this also relaxed, talking and laughing with those beside them.

“You dislike gatherings like this the most. So why are you suddenly so enthusiastic? Why not just leave?”

Seeing his father chatting and no longer paying attention to him, Gu Jiawei quietly exhaled in relief, then continued teasing Xi Yuechen.

Indeed, Xi Yuechen, a man of such indifference, preferred quietness and disliked boisterous banquets. Yet now, he showed not a trace of impatience. How amusing.

Xi Yuechen glanced at the grinning Gu Jiawei, snorted coldly, and did not respond.

Gu Jiawei was long used to Xi Yuechen’s stony, indifferent demeanor, so this icy treatment did not bother him. He continued to curl his lips in teasing.

“It’s for your son, isn’t it? Tsk tsk, I never imagined our former iron-blooded commander would become a good husband, now even a good father. Say, do you think the sky might fall tomorrow?”

Gu Jiawei was a strange man. Though he seemed persistent and shameless now, in front of others, he always carried a mysterious, unreadable expression, constantly calculating, wary of saying or doing the wrong thing that might bring trouble to his father.

Yet, facing Xi Yuechen, a man few dared to challenge, his personality shifted immediately—talkative, mischievous, and playful. Even if Xi Yuechen ignored him, he could entertain himself for a long while.

Those who feared him would be shocked to see this side of him. This is the same Gu Jiawei, long known for his mystery and power?

Yes, absolutely. Teasing Xi Yuechen had become a long-standing amusement.

Life is stressful. Being smart makes it even harder. One must find entertainment to relieve the pressure, right?

Thus, Xi Yuechen, often regarded by Su Ruo as a blockhead, accidentally became the perfect outlet for Gu Jiawei’s stress. Since first meeting him, he would find opportunities to chat, but Xi Yuechen was not one for idle talk. Even when listening seriously, he remained expressionless and seemingly absent-minded. Gu Jiawei found this appealing—smart, silent, competent—so he kept talking to him more and more. Gradually, they became friends, and the bond strengthened—though outwardly, they seemed mismatched.

Yet Xi Yuechen spent most of his time in the military, and Gu Jiawei rarely mingled in crowds, so few knew of their relationship. Only when Su Ruo was kidnapped by Hong Shirong did a few people suspect something, after Xi Yuechen gave Gu Jiawei his number.

Now… the people in the hall were no fools. Seeing Young Master Gu and Colonel Xi chatting so closely, anyone could tell. One, a high-ranking, omnipotent heir; the other, a cold, decorated officer. Their intimacy clearly indicated familiarity.

Unexpectedly, these two had a connection. Apart from the Xi family being part of the Gu faction, there was no apparent link whatsoever.

Surprised though they were, no one dared show it on their faces. Their expressions remained cheerful and composed.

“Look at their faces—seeing us together like we’re ghosts? So exaggerated,” Gu Jiawei sneered.

Though the crowd remained calm, he could easily guess their thoughts from their glances.

Curious, aren’t they? Who I make friends with is none of their business. Why so concerned? Truly meddlesome.