RMM -Chapter 273 Be Good, Don’t Cry

Zhang Huaqing looked at the scene unfolding before her, feeling almost unable to watch.

What karmic misdeeds had she committed in her past life to give birth to such a foolish daughter?

At this moment, Su Ruo couldn’t care less about what Zhang Huaqing and Su Heng were thinking. The entire world had fallen silent except for the pounding of her own heart; everything before her eyes had dulled, except for that tall, familiar figure standing in front of her.

The commander…

Ignoring the presence of others, Su Ruo felt tears welling up uncontrollably, her eyes stinging and swollen, unable to articulate the jumble of emotions inside her.

“Mom.”

Xi Yuechen called out to Zhang Huaqing, who was smiling awkwardly, then lowered his gaze and fixed his eyes on Su Ruo.

“Hey, when did you get back? Why didn’t you give me a heads-up? Look at this chaos,” Zhang Huaqing said with a smile as she stood up, her expression fully returning to normal, betraying no sign of what she was thinking.

Xi Yuechen slightly nodded, his expression softening. “I came in a hurry, so I came straight here.”

Hearing this, Zhang Huaqing’s heart leapt with joy. She could tell exactly why he had rushed over so quickly—seeing her son-in-law care so much for her daughter and grandson could only make her happy.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” she said, glancing at Xi Yuechen and then Su Ruo, a subtle smile on her face. “I’ll go downstairs and get ready. You two talk; it’s been so long since you last saw each other.”

Xi Yuechen respectfully nodded, agreeing with Zhang Huaqing, and slightly stepped aside to make way for her.

Zhang Huaqing’s mood lifted as she strode out confidently, though her expression darkened slightly when she saw her son at the door, grinning slyly.

That mischievous, gossip-filled face—what else could it be but a thief’s grin?

Once again, Zhang Huaqing lamented her unfortunate fate. How did she end up with such incompetent children? Clearly, she would have to rely on her son-in-law for her later years.

“Let’s go. What are you looking at?”

After thoughtfully closing the door behind Su Ruo and Xi Yuechen, Zhang Huaqing’s expression instantly turned fierce.

“Mom, don’t pull me! Let me watch a bit more!”

Today, Su Heng had been looking forward to seeing the show of Su Ruo being disciplined, but the unfolding events weren’t quite to his liking.

So he shouted in protest, planting his feet firmly. Today he had to see how his brother-in-law punished his arrogant, overbearing sister! Otherwise, it would be unfair—how could he bear to be caught in the crossfire like this?

Clearly, the best way to get justice was to watch his sister’s misfortune.

But Zhang Huaqing wasn’t about to let him get his way. Seeing his stubbornness, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she grabbed his ear, dragging him toward the stairs.

“Not serious at all! Where did you learn courtesy, shame, and propriety? Come on, go and copy your Disciple Rules obediently!”

Su Heng didn’t dare confront his furious mother head-on. Even his father, General Su, wouldn’t have dared such reckless defiance.

“Mom, be gentle! My ear is going to get ripped off! It hurts!”

Knowing when to yield is wisdom; a real man can bend and stretch… wail.

Su Heng walked in Zhang Huaqing’s direction to ease the pressure on his ear while wailing loudly.

Tears filled his heart. Why was he always the one suffering? Why, why?!

—Cutting out the ensuing chaos—

The scene returns to Su Ruo’s bedroom.

From the moment Xi Yuechen first looked at her, Su Ruo’s heart had raced, her face flushed.

It wasn’t because she had just spoken ill of him—by now, she no longer feared Xi Yuechen at all. How could she be uneasy over some playful words between husband and wife?

They were already like an old married couple; this was merely marital banter.

So her flushed cheeks and rapid heartbeat weren’t from guilt—they were a natural reaction to unexpectedly seeing her beloved.

After being apart so long, this sudden reunion gave Su Ruo a shy, newlywed-like feeling.

She felt overwhelmed by the intensity and sharpness of Xi Yuechen’s gaze, as if it bore tangible weight, almost more than she could bear.

Hence, she hadn’t paid attention to the conversation between Xi Yuechen and Zhang Huaqing. It wasn’t until Zhang Huaqing left, and the door clicked shut behind her, that Su Ruo’s mind returned to the present.

Looking up, she realized that Zhang Huaqing had “cleared the scene,” leaving only her, Xi Yuechen, and a small, negligible bun of a presence—Xi Zi.

Her gaze was once again captured by Xi Yuechen. This time, however, she didn’t look away. She froze, staring at his handsome, masculine face.

Xi Yuechen’s heart, already slightly uplifted, softened completely at her dazed look.

He could see the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes, hints of grievance, and his heart ached.

After the pang of heartache, a thought crossed his mind: he should have come home to see her earlier.

But only he and Political Commissar Li Lizhen knew how he had come back this time.

Li Lizhen, meanwhile, stood outside, looking at the now-green trees with a mix of annoyance and curiosity, furrowing his brows in endless speculation.

Even Xi Yuechen, the ice-cold commander, could “skip work”? What a wonder of the world!

Anyone who had interacted with him knew the renowned iron-blooded commander was a true workaholic. Even on leave, he seldom went home, dedicating himself entirely to the army. Yet now, just three months after returning from leave, he hurried home during working hours!

What could have happened to make the normally disciplined Xi Yuechen risk skipping work?

Could his previous guesses have been right?

Li Lizhen, ever sharp, now felt like a middle schooler, letting his imagination run wild. The more he thought, the more convinced he became—and more alarmed.

Little did he know, the real reason Xi Yuechen had returned in such a flustered, distracted state was… for his wife, Su Ruo.

Indeed, after returning to the army this time, the normally restrained Commander Xi finally experienced the pangs of longing—profound and unmistakable.

His yearning for Su Ruo had grown sharper over time. A few calls could no longer satisfy him; calling her only made him more restless, sleepless at night, craving the warmth of holding her.

Finally, he couldn’t endure it any longer. That day, seeing no urgent matters at hand, he told Li Lizhen and immediately jumped into his car, leaving in a blur.

Even if he had plenty of work that afternoon, nothing could hinder his determined steps home.

He vanished without a trace, never considering how his Political Commissar might speculate wildly.

Impulsive as a young lad, Xi Yuechen not only didn’t reflect on his actions, he regretted leaving work even later.

As the ancients said, beauty is a source of trouble—and indeed, Su Ruo was Xi Yuechen’s irresistible trouble.

If Li Lizhen knew that Xi Yuechen’s emotional swings and sudden absenteeism were all because of his wife, he would be astounded.

Su Ruo, looking at the silent Xi Yuechen, felt her heart both sour and sweet, overwhelmed with joy. Her face no longer flushed, tears fell freely in crystal-clear drops.

“Commander… you’re back…”

She said this after a long pause, and it only made Xi Yuechen’s heart ache more.

“Mm.”

With that, Xi Yuechen stepped toward her, his movements steady but quick, reaching her side in just two steps.

Su Ruo, still half-kneeling by the bed, lifted her head higher as he approached, forgetting to stand fully.

Xi Yuechen looked down at her tear-streaked, beautiful eyes, her face wet with tears, and felt an ache in his chest.

He slowly crouched to meet her height, then carefully reached out to wipe her tears, as if handling a priceless treasure.

“Be good. Don’t cry.”

Su Ruo shook her head, continuing to cry silently.

“I’m back.”

Seeing her stubborn tears, Xi Yuechen tried to comfort her again, gently wiping her cheeks. The more he tried, the more her tears flowed like a river breaking its banks.

Unexpectedly, his attempts only backfired. No matter how much he wiped, the tears didn’t stop, and his heart ached with every drop.

From long ago, he had never been able to bear seeing Su Ruo cry.