RMM -Chapter 250 The Wen Family in Chaos

Let’s not even mention Xi Yuechen, who was pining away with longing—Su Ruo wasn’t feeling any better on this end either.

It had already been over a month since Xi Yuechen left. During this time, aside from phone calls, Su Ruo had no other way to contact him.

She thought about asking Xi Yuechen to come see her, but if he didn’t have a break, how could a man as strict and dutiful as him possibly waste his work time to come?

Going to him herself wasn’t possible either; even though he was now at his original unit, a round trip would still take a whole day. What about her son then?

After weighing all options, Su Ruo had given up hope of seeing her husband even once before she joined the military.

“Forget it, forget it… I’ll just stay home and take care of my son. Once he’s half a year old, I’ll go to him with the baby, and then we’ll be reunited as a family, living happily ever after.”

Even though she couldn’t see Xi Yuechen, Su Ruo’s life wasn’t dull. Her body had fully recovered, she could move freely, though she rarely went out—after all, if she left, her son would go hungry.

So every time Ye Huaiming and the others invited her out, she refused without a second thought. How ridiculous—they didn’t understand that being a mom wasn’t easy. Her refusal earned her a nickname among them: “slave to her child.”

“Slave to my child? So what? I have a son, so I’m a slave, and I’m proud of it! Can you say the same? Go ahead, try being a slave to a child if you dare. Don’t think I can’t see your envy and jealousy.”

Su Ruo felt disdainful. Even as a “child’s slave,” she wore it as a badge of honor. One sentence from her would leave several people speechless, staring at each other. Honestly, watching Su Ruo post pictures of her precious son every day—the little one was delicate and lively—they couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.

The unluckiest of all was Wen Shaoning. One day, he was scrolling through his social feed. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem—but unfortunately, he was doing it in front of his parents. That was when sharp-eyed Madam Wen spotted a newly posted photo of Xi’s child by Su Ruo.

“Oh! Whose child is this? Let me see! Is this a poster?”

Madam Wen had only seen Xi at the full-month banquet; she hadn’t seen him since. Children change day by day, and this was months later. At a glance, she didn’t recognize him, only noticing the picture was beautifully taken, almost like a poster—she couldn’t help but want a closer look.

Wen Shaoning’s heart jumped—he knew at once that this photo must not be shown to his mother. Why? There was no time to analyze, but the situation felt urgent.

“Yes, just a poster. An advertisement. Nothing special. If you want, I can download a bunch from my computer later—much prettier and cuter than this one.”

He quickly tried to exit the page, forcing a natural expression to cover up his panic.

“I said, let me see it! Even if it’s a poster, I want to see it! Will you give it to me or not?”

Madam Wen’s curiosity was piqued; it was impossible to say no. Even a brief glance, the child was adorable. At her age, she wanted to be a grandmother, but her son Wen Shaoning was useless—every time she mentioned it, he vanished. She couldn’t hold her own grandson yet wanted to admire other kids. Even a poster would do.

Wen Shaoning tried to stall: “Wait a moment, can I just make a quick call first? After I call, I’ll show you.”

“Why don’t you just give it to me now? Using the home phone for calls? Are you hiding something? Do you have a girlfriend?”

Hearing his mother’s joyful tone, Wen Shaoning’s scalp went numb. “Mom, stop joking. No girlfriend, never happened.”

Madam Wen was used to his denials and wasn’t disappointed, but she insisted on seeing the phone. The more Wen Shaoning tried to hide the photo, the more she wanted to see it.

“You want to see it, then just show it. Hiding it, what are you doing?”

At that moment, Wen’s father spoke. Wen Shaoning had no choice but to obediently hand over the phone.

“Show me the photo! Where else should I find it?” Madam Wen commanded proudly. She could have seen it earlier, but now she would make him go through it.

Wen Shaoning grimly found the photo and handed it over, preparing for the inevitable lecture.

He now understood the bad feeling he’d had earlier: his mother had been eagerly waiting for a grandchild, often pressuring him to find a girlfriend and marry. If it were truly just a poster, it would have been fine—just a little envy—but this was Su Ruo’s child. She had been obsessing over it since the full-month banquet; now, with a photo online, there was no escaping the scolding.

Madam Wen looked at the photo first and exclaimed, “Oh my, this child is gorgeous! How did they come out like this?”

The photo was freshly taken by Su Ruo. Xi lay on a small bed, afternoon sunlight streaming onto his pale yellow blanket. His small face faced the sun, skin glowing. Tiny mouth, nose, and chubby cheeks complemented bright, innocent eyes looking straight at the camera. The pursed lips gave him a touch of seriousness amidst his cuteness. Everyone naturally adored him.

It was no wonder Madam Wen praised him endlessly—and even Wen Shaoning himself found him adorable.

“Where did this photo come from? So lovable… wait, this child looks familiar…”

Finally, Madam Wen realized something wasn’t right. The child looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. She looked up at the poster’s source, only to see the name “Child’s Slave.”

“Who’s ‘Child’s Slave’? Does your friend go by that name?”

Curious, she asked. The post included elaborate captions, clearly showing this child belonged to that person. Not a random poster at all.

Wen Shaoning’s eyelid twitched. Luckily, he had changed Su Ruo’s note last night.

Ignoring her son, Madam Wen scrolled through the comments. Unluckily for Wen Shaoning, she saw the names He Wen, Duan Wei, and Lu Yue—and worse, several mentioned “Ruo Ruo,” with mixed reactions, allowing her to deduce the truth:

Child’s Slave? Poster? No, this is Su Ruo’s child! No wonder he looked familiar.

Wen Shaoning’s relief vanished under his mother’s scrutinizing gaze.

“I asked why you didn’t let me see the photo. What poster, what image? Do you think I wouldn’t know whose child this is?”

Wen Shaoning sighed. Fate was against him; he might have to endure half a month—or more—of nagging. He mentally cursed Su Ruo: just a child, always showing off! Couldn’t she consider others?

“You’ve got eagle eyes—nothing escapes you,” Wen Shaoning forced a laugh. “Su Ruo posts a photo of her son every day. Nothing new.”

“What’s new about that? Having a son is new! You, however, couldn’t even get me a grandson! Look at Ruo Ruo’s child, already this big! How long are you going to drag your feet?”

Madam Wen raged, glaring at her son. When would this good-for-nothing finally put their minds at ease?

…And of course, it turned out exactly like this.

“Don’t just focus on Su Ruo. Look at everyone else—aren’t they single too? You’re young and vigorous, why are you in such a hurry to become a grandmother?”

“Don’t give me excuses! Don’t try to dodge me this time! Look at how adorable Ruo Ruo’s son is—you’re not anxious at all?”

Madam Wen remained unmoved, continuing her scolding. Her desire to hold a grandson had waned, but seeing Su Ruo’s child so cute revived it.

Beside her, Wen’s father, unable to focus on his newspaper, said, “Ruo Ruo’s son, let me see him too.”

Even Wen’s father couldn’t resist; everyone likes children at that age.

Madam Wen handed over the phone, saying, “See? Isn’t he beautiful? Makes sense—Ruo Ruo’s gorgeous, and the Xi child isn’t bad-looking either. If only we could have a grandson like this.”

Wen Shaoning’s expression grew even grimmer. Now even his father was joining the fuss—did they want him dead?

He wanted a child too, but first, he needed someone to make one with. How could this be forced?