RMM -Chapter 239 The Miserable Feng Weijia

The army had assigned Xi Yuechen to the same house he had lived in before.

Since he left, the house had remained vacant, so returning it to Xi Yuechen felt like a natural restoration.

Because Xi Yuechen hadn’t taken much with him when he left last time, most of the room’s belongings were still there. Now, even if he moved in immediately, there wouldn’t be any issues.

Looking at the still neat and clean room, Xi Yuechen’s eyes were calm. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, though perhaps he felt some nostalgia—after all the twists and turns, he had ultimately returned to the starting point.

When he arrived, Xi Yuechen had brought his personal belongings with him. Now, once everything was arranged, the room was fully equipped, and there was no need for him to make another trip home.

Wang Ze followed Xi Yuechen step by step, unable to hide his excitement. He hadn’t expected to see their commander again in his lifetime, let alone serve under him once more—it was truly wonderful!

Before Xi Yuechen arrived, the soldiers of the reinforced battalion had discussed whether to hold a welcome ceremony for him. After all, their previous farewells had been so ostentatious, a welcome party wouldn’t be out of place.

However, after some discussion, they abandoned the idea, all because Political Commissar Li Lizhen had said one sentence:

“With your commander’s temper, do you really dare hold a welcome ceremony for him? I think you’d better spend this time tightening your training, so that when your iron-blooded commander arrives, he can put you through proper drills—that would be more practical.”

That single sentence instantly dispersed everyone’s enthusiasm for holding a welcome party. After all, Commander Xi was infamous for being cold and ruthless. If they held a ceremony, he might not appreciate it at all, and he could even think they were trying to curry favor—which would be disastrous.

So, it was best to behave properly and brace for the long-awaited intense training.

Li Lizhen was right—Xi Yuechen was not the type to enjoy flashy, superficial gestures. For him, steadily making progress was the greatest skill of all.

Still, the soldiers were highly enthusiastic about Xi Yuechen’s return. Everyone in the battalion had been waiting for this day, eager to see their heroic commander in person.

Xi Yuechen’s deeds in D Province were already legendary within the reinforced battalion, earning both admiration and envy.

No wonder he was their iron-blooded commander—wherever he went, he shone like gold. With such military achievements, becoming a general was only a matter of time.

Wang Ze watched Xi Yuechen efficiently arrange his belongings, ready to immediately take up his post. He clicked his tongue in admiration—this was truly Commander Xi, decisive and efficient. He had thought Xi would wait until tomorrow to start, but no, he was ready right now.

Yet, Wang Ze noticed that his sister-in-law wasn’t here.

“Commander,” Wang Ze hesitated, then asked, “how have you and your sister-in-law been during this time?”

There was nothing wrong with inquiring about the commander’s family. In Wang Ze’s mind, his sister-in-law should have come along this time—at least to see him off.

At the mention of Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen paused slightly, but soon returned to normal and nodded faintly. “All is well.”

He didn’t mention Xi Zi. On one hand, Xi Yuechen was naturally low-profile, never sharing personal matters; on the other hand, it wasn’t necessary—what could anyone do with that information? Congratulate him individually? Rush to buy gifts?

Soldiers didn’t have much money; aside from sending home some cigarettes, there wasn’t much else. Why spend on unnecessary formalities?

So when Su Ruo finally brought Xi Zi to the army later, everyone was shocked to realize that Commander Xi already had such a big son!

By then, Xi Yuechen was fully immersed in work, while Su Ruo remained leisurely.

Su Ruo’s life had become extremely monotonous: eat, sleep, feed Xi Zi, take a stroll in the yard, repeat.

Shen Liang and the others couldn’t stand it. If she continued like this, she’d lose all semblance of human activity. Anyone who didn’t know might think she was being held captive, just eating and sleeping all day.

Since giving birth, Su Ruo had become lazier. Unless absolutely necessary, she refused to leave home, always making excuses: it was too cold, too windy, too early post-partum, and Xi Zi needed frequent feeding. If she went out, who would take care of the baby’s meals?

In short, she wouldn’t leave the house.

Today, boredom finally set in. Feeling restless, she wanted someone to talk to, to pass the time.

So she called He Wen and Duan Wei, asking them to come quickly.

He Wen was at the company at the time. Receiving Su Ruo’s pitiful call, she immediately set off for Zhengjia Courtyard without a second thought.

“Hey! He Wen, wait!”

At that moment, He Wen was in Feng Weijia’s office, listening to him arrange work. Feng Weijia cherished these moments of private time with He Wen; he wanted to explain every detail personally. Yet now, with just one call, He Wen turned and left without a word. Such a resolute back made Feng Weijia unable to remain calm.

“What’s the matter?”

He Wen stopped, raised an eyebrow, and asked impatiently.

Feng Weijia had to admit he felt hurt by her disdainful look. How could she remain so indifferent even after all this time?

Despite feeling hurt, he maintained a calm exterior. What could he do? He had loved He Wen deeply for so long. Everyone knew she was emotionally oblivious. Making her understand his feelings was not an easy task.

“My work isn’t finished yet. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Besides, you’re not off work yet—you’re skipping!”

Feng Weijia said gently, trying to reason with her.

“Your little work needs an hour or two to explain? I can handle it in minutes! How long do you want me to listen to your rambling?”

He Wen’s expression darkened further. Was Feng Weijia crazy? Did he think he was assigning her some state-level mission? He repeated the same things endlessly, assuming she was incompetent.

She was already being patient—why couldn’t he let her leave?

“Fine, I’ll skip! Your pay or not, I don’t care. I’m done working for you. Care to fire me? Go ahead. If you can’t stand me, find someone else. I won’t be in your way anymore.”

He Wen didn’t understand herself. Normally, she would never tolerate someone talking endlessly. If it were anyone else, she’d have exploded or walked away long ago. But now, in front of Feng Weijia, she could endure it. Why? Was she ill?

The more He Wen thought, the more terrified she became. Her heartbeat even quickened when meeting Feng Weijia’s gaze.

No, she had to leave, cool down, and figure out if she was just overworked.

He Wen resolved to leave, but Feng Weijia, hearing her rash words, panicked.

“He Wen, wait! How can you say such things? How could you be so heartless? After all this time, haven’t I treated you well? Even ice would have melted in my hands! You’re always annoyed by me, trying to distance yourself… I… I’ve raised a white—”

Feng Weijia’s face reddened with anger. He was frustrated—not just by her lack of understanding, but by the fact that his efforts over time seemed to make no impact. He was angry and anxious.

At the end, he wanted to call her an ungrateful person, but seeing her shocked expression, he couldn’t. He exhaled sharply, ran his hand through his hair, turned away, and looked utterly helpless.

Perhaps he didn’t curse her because he feared pushing her away. Maybe her surprised, bright eyes looked too endearing to bear scolding.

Either way, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.