RMM -Chapter 275 The Su Family Mother and Son

Su Ruo and Xi Yuechen lingered in the bedroom for a little while longer, wrapped up in each other, before finally stepping out. Of course, this time little Xi Xiaobao wasn’t ignored—Xi Yuechen carefully cradled him in his arms.

Zhang Huaqing and Su Heng came out of Su Ruo’s bedroom and sat down in the living room, idly waiting for the two upstairs.

“Mom, it’s been so long—why aren’t they coming out yet?”

Su Heng had been waiting and waiting, still seeing no sign of his sister or brother-in-law. Curiosity gnawed at him, and noticing Zhang Huaqing fidgeting beside him, he couldn’t help but gossip a little.

“Adult matters? What does a child like you have to do with that? Whether they come out or not has nothing to do with you.”

Though Zhang Huaqing was also growing impatient, there was no way she would “collude” with her son in gossiping about her daughter and son-in-law. Any curiosity she had stayed strictly in her heart—never to be voiced, lest it ruin the elegant, poised image of a noble lady.

Suppressing a light cough in her chest, she kept her expression stern and serious.

Seeing his mother-in-law so hypocritical, Su Heng felt as if a flock of crows had flown over his head.

Hmph, putting on airs… like I didn’t notice the way your eyes kept drifting upstairs.

And who’s the child here? I’ve been grown up for ages!

Su Heng felt disdain in his heart, though he only allowed himself to think it—he wouldn’t dare say it out loud.

The Empress Dowager was not someone to provoke. Don’t be fooled by her noble, kind appearance; in reality, she could be merciless. Especially with him—her own son. If she really got angry, forget him running away on his own, she would definitely kick him out.

Su Heng felt a pang of sorrow. Thinking of all this, he couldn’t help but want to cry his heart out.

“I’m just worried about my sister! Didn’t you hear? She just spoke so outrageously, openly criticizing my brother-in-law behind his back. And who is he? The dignified commander of a regiment—who wouldn’t fall silent in fear around him? And my sister… she not only ignores rank, she even speaks shamelessly. Why would a daughter-in-law like that come around? Maybe my brother-in-law is training her right now—it’s just too much, right?”

Su Heng’s righteous indignation only drew an angry glare from Zhang Huaqing. Suppressing the impulse to smack her son on the head, she gritted her teeth and scolded him, frustrated at his obstinacy.

“You even know your sister is your brother-in-law’s wife? Wife and husband! Did you think this was about ranks in the army? Are you out of your mind? And what did your sister say—was she wrong? No? Then what are you thinking? Where did you learn this so-called macho attitude of yours, huh?”

Seething, she poked Su Heng on the forehead twice with her finger. “Why would your brother-in-law need to train your sister? Why can’t you say a single kind word? They haven’t seen each other in so long, of course they have things to discuss. You could at least try to be understanding instead of wishing for a fight—how can you call yourself a brother?”

At this, Zhang Huaqing looked truly heartbroken. How did she end up with a son who seemed to delight in stirring up trouble? Could this be a genetic mutation?

Su Heng, caught off guard by the scolding, was left dumbfounded. Curse his fate—just a few guesses and he gets lectured! What kind of world is this? He really was a foundling. Sob sob sob.

Feeling utterly dejected, Su Heng lowered his head in silence. What was the point of saying anything? Whatever he did or said was wrong. His mother-in-law simply disapproved of him no matter what—why bother poking the hornet’s nest?

With his head down, looking pitiful, Su Heng finally learned a bit of wisdom. He stewed in grievance but stayed silent, silently protesting Zhang Huaqing’s tyranny.

Silence is golden—surely staying quiet wouldn’t make the Empress Dowager dislike him.

After scolding him, Zhang Huaqing waited for a response. When none came, she felt puzzled. Normally, this kid would always protest when scolded. Why so quiet today? Could he have reformed overnight?

Glancing at Su Heng from the corner of her eye, she saw him looking downcast, beaten down by frost, so pitiful.

She couldn’t help feeling a bit soft-hearted. Look at him—poor thing, like a wronged little daughter-in-law. Tsk tsk.

“What’s with the sulking? Feeling wronged? Tell me—which of my words was wrong? A man of honor, and you can’t even take advice?”

Zhang Huaqing inwardly laughed. He was grown up but still acting like a child.

When Su Heng was young, he would retreat into silence whenever scolded or upset, waiting for his mood to improve. Now, grown up, he usually argued back instead of sulking—so seeing him like this was new to her.

Though amused, she didn’t spare him sympathy. Su Heng, meanwhile, was suffocating with frustration, his chest tight with indignation.

“Mom… I really am not your biological child, right? I was picked up somewhere, right?”

Su Heng’s face contorted with grievance, almost in tears, looking truly heartbroken.

Zhang Huaqing had grown numb to such words; Su Heng always brought it up. She didn’t get angry but instead raised her lips in a haughty smile, casting him a sidelong glance full of condescension.

“Go look in a mirror—without me, who knows what you’d look like? And now you’ve inherited my beauty and want to kick it aside? Ungrateful little brat.”

Pfft…

Su Heng swallowed the spit that had nearly escaped his mouth, silently cursing inwardly. Compared to his mother-in-law, his own thick skin was nothing.

Though he couldn’t show his true emotions, his face flushed red, and he dared not look at Zhang Huaqing too openly, lest he accidentally provoke her. Exposing the truth would be deadly.

“You’re right. My sister and I owe whatever decent looks we have to your genes—you are the true contributor.”

Su Heng carefully phrased his words, not daring to contradict.

Zhang Huaqing raised her eyes and snorted. “Do you think I don’t know what you mean? You’re complaining about your looks, huh?”

Su Heng felt a jolt in his chest. His lips twitched, and a cold sweat trickled down his neck.

Awkwardly, he laughed dryly and explained: “No, no, I mean I’m grateful! You don’t know how satisfied I am with my looks. Everywhere I go, all the girls stare—I’m confident! Without you, could I look this good? No way!”

Su Heng’s flattery was relentless, like a comic monologue, one line after another.

Zhang Huaqing waved him off. “Enough, I’m tired of your nonsense. By the way, have you finished copying the Standards for Disciples?”

Su Heng’s face froze. “Mom, you have to help me! Copying it fifty times is practically the death of me! Mom, we’ve been mother and son for over twenty years—how can you let me suffer such a cruel disaster?”

Hearing her son’s pitiful whining, Zhang Huaqing knew making him obediently copy it fifty times was impossible. Her husband had been too harsh in his order—there was no need. Su Heng already knew the text by heart; repeating it that many times would be futile. True understanding comes from awareness, character, and conduct!

Thinking this, she inwardly despised her husband but dared not show it—otherwise, she’d face his wrath. Punishment was inevitable.

Quarreling was normal, but Zhang Huaqing was smart. She never truly provoked Su Feng’s limits. Even arguments were conducted with wit—artful, strategic, and controlled. Thanks to this, real marital crises never happened over the years.

After her private scorn, she said casually, “Alright, you don’t need to worry about this. Mind your own business. I’ll handle your father.”

Su Heng, previously secretly judging Zhang Huaqing, was instantly overwhelmed with gratitude, eyes brimming with tears. “Mom, you really are my biological mom! So righteous! Love you!”

“Enough, stop jabbering. It’s just the Standards for Disciples. Look at you—what hope is there?”

She sipped her cup casually, still teasing her son. But Su Heng felt infinitely grateful, taking it as kind humor.

“Hehe,” Su Heng chuckled foolishly, then glanced at the silent Zhang Huaqing. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Mom… are you worried about my sister?”

He immediately noticed his mother’s eyes darting upstairs—no need to guess what she was thinking.

What upstairs could worry the Empress Dowager? Surely her daughter and son-in-law.

Zhang Huaqing, hearing this, glared at Su Heng and said with mock indignation, “What do I have to worry about? They’re a young couple reunited after a long time—they need time and space.”

Her words sounded righteous, but in her heart, she was still curious why her daughter and son-in-law hadn’t come out yet. Could it really be… that?

Well, her son-in-law had been virtuous for so long; it was understandable if he couldn’t restrain himself now. She wouldn’t blame him… But what about her precious grandson in the room?

Daytime indulgence or whatever—her grandson was still so young! He should be shielded, given a healthy environment to grow, didn’t they understand that?

Once again, this proved that gossiping is a natural gift of every woman—it really has nothing to do with social status or refinement.