RMM -Chapter 277 Su Ruo’s Far-Sightedness

Since Xi Yuechen had only come by briefly and would need to return to the unit that evening, Zhang Huaqing wisely allowed the young couple some private time together. She also held back Su Heng, who was itching to have a heart-to-heart chat with Xi Yuechen.

As for Xi Zi, he was brought upstairs along with his mother, Su Ruo, when his parents went up.

Their son was nearly six months old now. With his father—the commander—having been absent for so long, the little one was starting to recognize people. Naturally, he needed more opportunities to spend time with his father. Even though they would soon be apart again, it wouldn’t be long before they reunited. Consider it as getting familiar in advance.

It had to be admitted: as the precious grandson of the Xi and Su families, Xi Zi truly lived up to the title of “Little Prince.”

At this age, he already possessed a calm intelligence that other children of the same age lacked and had never caused anyone any trouble, making the grandparents immensely proud.

Aside from some facial traits inherited from Su Ruo, everything else about him was identical to Xi Yuechen, especially his inner nature—he had inherited it down to the last detail from his father, Commander Xi.

Even though he hadn’t grown teeth yet, his temperament had already begun to show: serious, quiet, and sometimes furrowing his brows over his milky white skin, making his delicate little face look extremely solemn. The innocent clumsiness typical of other children was entirely absent. He was, in every way, a miniature version of Xi Yuechen.

Moreover, it was clear that Xi Zi had inherited his father’s exceptional intelligence. At such a young age, his reactions were astonishingly quick.

Su Ruo felt both joy and worry. She was happy that her son was naturally intelligent and destined for greatness—every parent hopes for a “dragon child.” But why, oh why, did he have to inherit everything from his father? Why the exact same temperament?

Su Ruo was already worried about her child’s future at such a young age. What if he grew up like his father—cold, distant, and unapproachable? No matter how capable, if he kept to himself, what would be the point? Living enclosed in his own world, letting no one in, and never stepping out—it would be exhausting.

Thinking of Commander Xi, she knew this wasn’t exaggeration. She felt even more anxious. Her husband at least had her and a few friends, but her son? If he grew up the same, just the presence he exuded would keep people at a distance. How could intelligence matter then? His beautiful face would be wasted too.

So, Su Ruo had long planned to curb her son’s “iceberg” nature from the cradle, guiding him to become an active, healthy, cheerful young man.

First, since he was still young, she needed to start close to home—ensuring he interacted often with family to build strong bonds. Frequent contact would help prevent any alarming signs of isolation.

A father should never be absent from his child’s growth. Even if he couldn’t always be present, whenever possible, the father and son should have continuous contact.

This wasn’t just about any relationship. The father-son bond was something Su Ruo had always been cautious about. While others might make an effort to approach Xi Zi and care for him despite his coldness, how could the commander be expected to act wholeheartedly for someone else?

Su Ruo felt a twinge of guilt. Though she knew Xi Yuechen was not outwardly affectionate toward her, thinking about it this way still made her feel a bit uneasy.

Well, despite his cold nature, Xi Yuechen had already done enough for her. For someone like him, doing this much was truly heartfelt. Su Ruo felt content.

She knew that Xi Yuechen had difficulty accepting others, and his stubborn personality meant even if he cared about someone, he couldn’t show it perfectly. He could cherish someone quietly and act for their good, but he would never express it openly. Understanding this was crucial; if not, one could be left frustrated by his “thousand-year-old stubbornness.”

Su Ruo was fortunate—she understood and empathized with him, so she never felt hurt by his lack of outward affection.

But understanding him didn’t mean everyone else would, especially their son. Looking at him now, it was ten out of ten likely that he’d grow up to be a copy of his father. Two Xi Yuechens together… Su Ruo shuddered at the thought. Absolutely impossible!

Her household could not afford a father-son rift. Commander Xi was already lonely; if his son were distant too, it would be tragic. A child should feel close to their father. If they weren’t, that would be the extreme of isolation.

Early intervention was necessary. For her son’s happiness and health, guidance needed to start young.

Frequent father-son interaction would nurture their bond. Children naturally form attachments when familiar with someone, so this was a crucial period. Xi Zi was just starting to recognize people, so Commander Xi needed to be around.

Su Ruo’s plans were clever, but life was unpredictable. Even with careful planning, success required some fortune.

After all, an “iceberg” personality wasn’t easy to change. Xi Zi’s father had never altered his ways; as a copy of Xi Yuechen, Xi Zi would likely grow up in the same way, much to Su Ruo’s disappointment.

Years later, Su Ruo looked at Xi Zi—aside from his slightly weaker presence and differences in appearance and height, he was a mirror of his father. She finally gave up on trying to “reform” him and let him grow freely.

Her efforts hadn’t been wasted, though. While grown-up Xi Zi remained cold to outsiders, he still cared deeply for his family. His icy father held great weight in his heart, serving as a role model and life goal.

Family should always be a place of warmth and happiness.

Back to the present: Su Ruo, carrying Xi Zi upstairs, silently praised his mother for being perceptive and considerate—she knew the little family was about to experience a yearning for closeness and created the opportunity. Closing the door, Su Ruo proudly held Xi Zi out in front of Xi Yuechen.

“Commander, you haven’t really seen Xi Zi yet. Look how much he’s grown! His features have opened up. Mom says he’ll start teething in a couple of months!”

When it came to Xi Zi, Su Ruo could talk endlessly; if not stopped, she could go on all night.

Earlier, when Xi Yuechen first entered Su Ruo’s bedroom, he had glanced at Xi Zi, only with the corner of his eye. His attention had been entirely on Su Ruo. A few quick glances at Xi Zi were already “doing his duty,” but Xi Yuechen could gauge his son’s development in just a few looks.

It had to be said: Su Ruo had remarkable foresight. If she didn’t intervene, the father-son relationship could be at risk with Xi Yuechen’s casual attitude.

Xi Yuechen wasn’t indifferent to Xi Zi. Of course, no father dislikes his child, especially a beloved child. But Xi Yuechen was not ordinary. He cared, yet never expressed it tenderly—he was strict, and any occasional “dad” moments disappeared as Xi Zi grew. His expectations matched his severity, with no expression of emotion—just the stubborn, silent type Su Ruo often called a “stubborn elm.”

He would consider Xi Zi’s needs and give opportunities, but never seek praise. Fortunately, Su Ruo understood him.

Seeing Su Ruo’s proud and delighted expression, Xi Yuechen finally could not refuse. He carefully picked up Xi Zi, examining the little one in his arms.

Changing a diaper was trivial, and holding him now was no different. Yet, seeing Xi Yuechen’s soft, caring expression filled Su Ruo with indescribable joy.

For Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen had never been able to say no.

Xi Zi usually slept or kept his eyes closed, never fussy or mischievous. Despite his young age, he always looked serious, earning admiration for his unique cuteness.

At this moment, however, Xi Zi’s eyes were wide open, gazing intently at Xi Yuechen, his tiny hands grasping at the air unconsciously.

“Commander, don’t you think Xi Zi remembers you? Look how seriously he’s watching you—he’s never looked at me like this.”

Su Ruo, seeing her son’s focused gaze, was astonished. Whether he remembered Xi Yuechen or not was unknown, but it was clear that the little one recognized his father’s special presence.

Xi Yuechen was slightly surprised too—not at the attention, but at those eyes.