RMM -Chapter 240 One Ill-Spoken Word Brings Eternal Regret

“‘Bai’ what?”

He Wen squinted, her expression full of displeasure.

To be honest, Feng Weijia’s sudden outburst had truly startled her. Thinking back, when had Feng Weijia ever been anything other than gentle, warm, and sunny in front of He Wen? Now, although he wasn’t shouting or overly aggressive, he wasn’t exactly cheerful and carefree either. To suddenly see him act like this—could anyone stay calm?

But after the shock, she immediately sensed something was wrong. She hadn’t missed the last part of Feng Weijia’s sentence—he had indeed said “Bai… what.”

Bai what? Given the previous scene, if she were to pair a word with “Bai,” what else could it be? Definitely ingrate!

“Are you trying to say I’m an ingrate?”

He Wen’s stormy gaze instantly calmed Feng Weijia down. His sudden fear made his heart sink; looking into He Wen’s bright eyes, he didn’t dare to hold her gaze. Uncomfortably, he coughed and averted his eyes.

Where was the confident, righteous Feng Weijia from before? Now he felt both anxious and regretful.

“Ah, why am I so impulsive? He Wen wants to go, let her go. She wants to find someone, let her. Why did I have to stop her? It’s not like she’s going somewhere else; Su Ruo has nothing to worry about.”

Why had he not only stopped He Wen but even scolded her? And now look, his impulsive words had angered her.

Moreover, why did he have to add “ingrate” at the end? Now what should he do?

“No, no, I absolutely did not call you an ingrate. You heard wrong! How could I ever say that?”

He Wen looked at him coldly, a smirk forming on her face. She clearly didn’t believe him.

Who would believe that? Look at him now, explaining nervously like a guilty thief—it only made it more obvious.

“So I’m an ingrate? What favor have I, He Wen, received from you to become an ingrate? Huh? Today you better tell me clearly instead of slapping this label on me blindly. Come on, Feng San Shaoye, please enlighten me.”

Her calm but pointed words chilled Feng Weijia halfway through. After she finished, his once passionate heart felt frozen.

Moving his hands nervously at his sides, Feng Weijia racked his brain for a perfect excuse. But one look at He Wen’s deep, calm eyes sent shivers down his spine.

What was the point of struggling? He Wen had already latched onto the term “ingrate.” No explanation would help now.

He didn’t even know if his heart was racing or slowing—it just felt unbearably tense.

“No, He Wen, listen. I was anxious earlier, you know? The work I mentioned was very important. Don’t be fooled by how ordinary it sounds—it’s really significant. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent so long explaining it to you. And then I saw you turn and leave without a word, and I panicked a bit. Then…”

Feng Weijia explained while observing her expression. He Wen’s mood was still unpredictable, and he had no idea whether she had absorbed a word. So he could only keep explaining.

“You know how our circle is—growing up together, we speak casually. Earlier, I just spoke rashly in a moment of panic. We’re used to joking around; it didn’t really mean anything. You and Su Ruo, you laugh it off too, right?”

Though smiling on the surface, Feng Weijia felt uneasy. The word “ingrate” was truly inappropriate.

What right did he have to accuse He Wen of being ungrateful? “Ingrate” implied betrayal or being ungrateful—saying that was serious, and he hadn’t been joking.

Thinking carefully, everything he did had been voluntary; He Wen had been passive, unaware. All he had given her wasn’t necessarily to please her. Every effort she had passively received, all of it had been his wholehearted intention. But now, it was completely one-sided. Even if all efforts went to waste, it was fate, not her fault.

Feng Weijia quickly realized how wrong he had been and felt even more guilty toward He Wen. He regretted speaking too hastily and now hoped she wouldn’t be angry.

“Joking? Hah.” He Wen let out a cold laugh, not in a hurry to leave. She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, calm and deliberate.

“But you didn’t look like you were joking just now. You almost swallowed me whole with that glare and even called me an ingrate! Tell me honestly, have I ever wronged you? Did I force you to come to work? I never asked for anything, right? And even though I was reluctant, did I slack off? Every task you gave me, I completed. Every time I ran around, obedient and hardworking like a dog. Every time you nitpicked and made me work overtime, did I ever refuse? I finished the work and kept you happy, yet you still called me an ingrate! Who’s the ingrate here? Tell me!”

He Wen’s rapid-fire words left Feng Weijia’s scalp tingling. His heart raced—he had truly angered her. Now the fire had been lit, and he had no extinguisher in sight.

Though he disagreed with her words, Feng Weijia felt that she had painted his laziness and complaints in a convincing way, ignoring some facts. Yet he still felt he had gone too far. Yes, he pursued her, forced things on her, and made her tired. Now she scolding him was justified.

So, he felt both righteously defensive and deeply regretful.

“Yes, you’re right. I speak without thinking, blabber nonsense, it’s all my fault. I deserve a beating. I’m the ingrate; you are the noble victim. Everything is my fault.”

Feng Weijia’s apology was sincere. He hadn’t yet won her heart, so he had to persist. How could he let the woman he was pursuing be wronged? He put aside pride to appease her.

He Wen’s expression softened slightly, though she still couldn’t fully let go of her anger. Feng Weijia’s nervous glances made her uneasy.

“Alright, words once spoken can’t be taken back. When you spoke so impulsively earlier, was that really your true feeling? Have you always seen me as an ingrate? That’s why you cursed so smoothly? My, it’s impressive. How could you be so lively and convincing before? Truly a flawless performance—could win an award for it! So, this ingrate should step aside and find a secretary who obeys you completely?”

He Wen’s reputation for being bold and sharp-tongued now fully hit Feng Weijia, leaving him overwhelmed.

“No, I swear, I never thought you had it hard. I was just being foolish and speaking nonsense. Please forgive me! Don’t quit—I enjoy working with you most. Really, you’re the best, and I know I was wrong. I won’t dare again.”

Feng Weijia pleaded earnestly, but He Wen suddenly felt something strange. Why was her heartbeat faster? And why were her cheeks warm?

Was it her body acting up, or the strange tone of Feng Weijia’s apology? The atmosphere felt odd.

“No, get out of my way! I’m leaving.”

He Wen hurried out of the office, not looking back, leaving Feng Weijia calling after her anxiously.

She left decisively—but what did it mean? Had she forgiven him? Would she quit?

A whirlwind of questions left Feng Weijia holding his head in regret once more.