RMM -Chapter 271 Everyone but My Daughter Is Ungrateful

After returning to her room, Zhou Yunzhen absentmindedly began to take off her coat.

Her neck and wrist injuries hadn’t fully healed yet. If they were exposed, anyone could notice at a glance. That’s why today she had deliberately worn a high-necked undershirt and layered a trench coat over it—perfectly concealing everything.

Luckily, the weather wasn’t too hot.

Sitting on the bed, Zhou Yunzhen still appeared lost in thought, obviously still immersed in what Zhou Tingzhang had just said.

Some feelings need to be spoken aloud. Even if the other person knows how you feel, unspoken words might fail to move them, fail to make them value you, or even leave them indifferent.

Zhou Yunzhen knew her father loved her, of course. But he never said it, never had a real heart-to-heart conversation with her. Their communication was pitifully scarce. In such a relationship, what good did it do her to know her father held her in his heart?

That’s why she respected her father, feared him, and loved him—these were innate, a bond of blood—but she could never truly confide in him.

Their interactions had long become a fixed pattern, as if preordained.

It was no wonder Zhou Tingzhang’s words had struck her so powerfully, like a bomb suddenly dropped into her stagnant heart—earth-shattering in an instant.

She knew her father was not a social man, nor eloquent, rarely considering others’ feelings. He was self-willed, proud, and solitary.

Torn between laughter and tears, Zhou Yunzhen felt a bitter ache in her heart—for both herself and her father.

“Dad, I will never let you down in this life. Whether in my career or… in love, I will have the best things in the world, worthy of myself, and worthy of your concern. So you can truly rest easy.”

Zhou Yunzhen gently stroked the scars on her wrist, her gaze deep. Silently, she resolved with firm determination.

Meanwhile, in contrast to the solemn atmosphere at the Zhou household, the Su family was lively with the presence of baby Xi Zi.

“Dad, you’re holding him wrong!” Su Ruo, sitting on the sofa, looked anxiously at Su Feng holding Xi Zi beside her.

“You have to support his head with your hand! You can’t let it dangle—what if it can’t bear the weight and breaks?”

“Pfft…” No sooner had she finished speaking than Su Heng burst out laughing, imagining the neck breaking…

Su Ruo’s panic had finally triggered Su Feng’s own anxiousness. Hearing his daughter describe it so dramatically, he panicked.

“Then put him down quickly! I won’t hold him anymore, hurry!”

Su Feng, flustered, stiffened as he spoke urgently to Su Ruo. He had only wanted to hold his grandson out of affection, never expecting that his embrace could somehow endanger the baby’s neck! Disaster!

Thus, General Su, usually calm and wise even in crisis, found himself completely flustered, frantically trying to place his precious grandson down safely. This was the only solution he could think of to protect Xi Zi.

As for Su Ruo scolding him for his technique—he completely ignored it. Or rather, he was too nervous to even hear it.

Zhang Huaqing, seeing her usually decisive and commanding husband reduced to such a flustered state, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tsk tsk, look at you—can’t even hold a child properly. Your subordinates would laugh themselves silly! General, really impressive.”

She mocked her husband while stepping in to guide Su Feng, not by taking the baby herself, but by adjusting his posture correctly and instructing him.

“I told you to put him down. Why are you still shoving him toward me? Do you want his neck to break?!”

Su Feng glared and hissed under his breath, though the carefully suppressed volume lacked its usual authority.

If it weren’t for the sight of his delicate grandson blinking innocently in his arms, Su Feng would have roared with the ferocity he used on his soldiers.

Su Ruo, seeing her father, couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.

Zhang Huaqing ignored her husband’s outburst, continuing to adjust Su Feng’s posture, and he, concerned for the baby, reluctantly complied.

“My grandson is strong and lucky. His neck is as solid as iron. Besides, if it were so fragile, he would have… You think children are made of paper? Don’t take Ruoruo’s words seriously.”

Having corrected Su Feng, Zhang Huaqing returned to her seat, casting a sharp glance at Su Ruo, who was enjoying the scene.

“Not fragile? But it looks so dangerous to me,” Su Feng said, worried about the baby’s soft neck.

With his wife’s support, however, he regained a bit of confidence. He no longer rushed to hand over the child.

“No, if you maintain this posture, your grandson’s neck is as solid as iron,” Zhang Huaqing said, rolling her eyes at him.

Su Ruo watched amusedly, completely unconcerned for Xi Zi’s safety. She had never seen General Su so flustered—angry yet forced to restrain himself, panicked yet rigidly holding his pose, face almost contorted.

Even Su Heng, watching from the side, couldn’t help but shrug and laugh, though he dared not laugh openly.

“Dad, clearly you never held us as kids. Otherwise, you’d have experience and wouldn’t be so nervous now,” Su Heng teased casually.

Su Feng immediately flushed, growling, “Shut up! Go copy the Disciplines of a Pupil fifty times!”

“You little brat! Even you dare provoke me!”

Su Feng was furious. Zhang Huaqing, however, couldn’t intervene—could her son manage him?

Su Ruo couldn’t stop laughing at the absurdity.

Su Heng was left stunned, heart pounding, realizing just how powerless he was… fifty times!

Su Feng, feeling touched by his daughter’s defense, realized: truly, only a daughter cares. Everyone else is ungrateful!

With his daughter standing up for him, his anger lessened, though he still shot his composed wife a resentful glare.

Lawless… ungrateful!

Zhang Huaqing snorted and fell silent, letting him fume.

Su Heng, having witnessed the commotion, grinned mischievously at his father, noting the tension.