RMM -Chapter 294 A Rage for Su Ruo

During the day, Xi Yuechen was usually unreachable by phone—but there was always an exception, wasn’t there?

Just as he was flipping through a magazine in his office, his phone rang.

Seeing that it was Gu Jiawei calling, he didn’t think much of it and answered directly.

Then he heard Gu Jiawei’s unusually cheerful voice saying something completely unexpected and nonsensical. Xi Yuechen raised an eyebrow and replied in a deep, serious tone:
“What?”

“Hey, what a delightful surprise! I’m still excited. Seeing something like this in my lifetime—truly, I can die without regrets.”

Gu Jiawei didn’t get straight to the point; instead, he teased with a smile.

“I’m about to hang up if you don’t speak. I’m busy.”

Xi Yuechen frowned. Busy or not, he had no patience for Gu Jiawei’s guessing games.

“Tsk tsk, still as annoying as ever. I don’t know how your little wife puts up with you, staying so loyal.”

Gu Jiawei sounded disappointed, complaining that Xi Yuechen, such a blockhead, never seemed clever. With that attitude, how could he understand what had possessed that Zhou woman?

Xi Yuechen frowned. He didn’t like hearing anyone say he wasn’t right for the little woman, even if it was his childhood friend. He said coldly:
“Hang up.”

“Hey, wait!” Gu Jiawei hurriedly called out. He knew Xi Yuechen never lingered on calls, especially when provoked by words like these.

Gu Yuewei hadn’t even clarified the matter of the mistress yet—how could he hang up now?

“You better have a real reason, Gu Jiawei.”

Xi Yuechen restrained the impulse to hang up, his tone icy.

“When did you start getting involved with the mistress?”

Gu Jiawei dared not joke anymore and asked directly.

“What?”

Xi Yuechen, unusually, repeated the question. The words were easy to understand, yet strange. He didn’t fully grasp them.

“Cut the act. The Zhou woman, isn’t she your little affair?”

Xi Yuechen remained silent. Of course, he knew who the “Zhou woman” was. A layer of disgust appeared in his eyes.
“I don’t know her. Don’t talk nonsense.”

However, Xi Yuechen quickly realized something was off—how did Gu Jiawei know about her?

“How do you know?”

Gu Jiawei had opened his mouth to reply to Xi Yuechen’s earlier question, but Xi Yuechen threw him another one, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“That woman staged a big drama at my hotel. If I didn’t know, would it make sense?”

Gu Jiawei’s usual casual tone didn’t mask the unusual nature of the situation, though Xi Yuechen immediately sensed it.

“Explain.”

Gu Jiawei laughed. “Finally curious, huh? Worried about your little affair?”

“Gu Jiawei, I don’t have time to joke with you.”

Xi Yuechen’s frown deepened, his tone calm but impatient. Gu Jiawei, sensing it, decided to stop teasing. Xi Yuechen was the last person anyone could toy with at will.

“When I explain, you have to stay calm,” Gu Jiawei emphasized. “Today, your little—”

“Watch your words.” Xi Yuechen interrupted, displeased by the casual language.

“Alright, alright, fine! Today, that Zhou woman dragged your wife to my hotel and… uh…”

Gu Jiawei hesitated, as he couldn’t bring himself to say it clearly with Xi Yuechen involved.

“What? Speak clearly!”

Xi Yuechen’s eyes flashed with piercing cold light, and he gripped his phone tightly.

Hearing the intensity in Xi Yuechen’s voice, Gu Jiawei shrugged helplessly. The man truly loved his wife—no wonder Su Ruo had such deep feelings in return.

“She drugged Su Ruo, then called someone over, intending to… uh, do that thing…”

“What! Bastard!” Xi Yuechen could no longer contain his rage, shouting, his voice like blazing fire—harsh, fierce, and scalding. Gu Jiawei’s ears tingled.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself! I haven’t finished. Of course, she failed—I told you to stay calm!”

Gu Jiawei switched ears and complained, though secretly he was thrilled. This was the first time he’d seen Xi Yuechen truly lose control—rare and unforgettable!

Relieved that Su Ruo was safe, Xi Yuechen let out a breath—but his expression immediately darkened. How dare anyone touch Ruo Ruo!

“Explain clearly.” Xi Yuechen suppressed his anger, his words like knives, each one sharp and deliberate.

Gu Jiawei was surprised—why was Xi Yuechen so enraged? Had he underestimated Su Ruo’s importance? What explained this fierce, somber fury?

“My sister-in-law actually drugged her, then made her accomplice do it. My sister-in-law is unharmed and already home.”

After hearing this, Gu Jiawei had no room to joke and quickly summarized.

“Ruo Ruo is really safe?” Xi Yuechen asked, still uneasy.

“Yes, completely unharmed. She’s already home, comforting your son. I’m watching. What’s there to worry about?”

Gu Jiawei said proudly. Without his intervention, Su Ruo might have been in trouble.

“Where is that woman now?”

No longer concerned for Su Ruo, Xi Yuechen asked about Zhou Yunzhen.

“She’s… entangled with someone. Can’t tear them apart,” Gu Jiawei chuckled, glancing at the surveillance.

Xi Yuechen understood immediately. Without wasting words, he said coldly:
“I want the video.”

Gu Jiawei laughed. “Bro, so in sync! Guess what I’m doing now? Sitting in front of the monitor, watching live.”

This was too memorable not to record, he thought.

From the start, Gu Jiawei knew Zhou Yunzhen’s foolish act would provoke Xi Yuechen. Even if they weren’t involved, no one would allow such despicable behavior. It was like slapping oneself in the face—any man would lose his temper. Since Xi Yuechen and Su Ruo were close, he wouldn’t let it slide, so recording it was foresighted.

However, Gu Jiawei’s opinion changed. He thought Xi Yuechen and Su Ruo had a good relationship, harmonious and pleasant—but seeing him now, it was clear: this was deep, undying love.

“Wait for me. I’m coming now.”

Xi Yuechen didn’t care where Gu Jiawei was lost in thought. Without hesitation, he hung up.

“Eh…” Gu Jiawei froze, no chance to speak—Xi Yuechen had already disconnected.

Tsk. Thanks to Su Ruo, today I witnessed Xi Yuechen’s righteous fury for a beauty—or rather, for Su Ruo herself.

This time, Xi Yuechen didn’t notify Li Lizhen. He drove the military jeep straight from the base, still in jungle camo and combat boots.

By the time he arrived at Gu Jiawei’s hotel, it was dark, but Zhou Yunzhen had not yet emerged.

Xi Yuechen strode into the hotel with a commanding presence, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Everyone wondered: why was this soldier dressed like that here? Was he showing off? But seeing the sheer aura capable of killing everything in a three-meter radius, they wisely chose silence.

Who cares why he’s here? None of their business. Best to stay calm… though what was this murderous aura? Had something gone wrong?

While everyone speculated, someone came forward.

It was one of Gu Jiawei’s men, sent to escort Xi Yuechen. Sweat dripped as he struggled to stay composed, his scalp stiff.

“Mr. Xi, Gu is waiting upstairs.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, just turned to lead the way.

Anyone close to Gu Jiawei wasn’t foolish. He knew Xi Yuechen wouldn’t want to converse in this state—one more word could get him thrown aside.

Silently leading the way, he lamented internally: no wonder they say keeping company with a master is like living with a tiger… the first to be cannon fodder is always the closest.

“Wow, that was fast!” Gu Jiawei whistled when he saw Xi Yuechen, ignoring the lethal aura he radiated.

Xi Yuechen ignored the teasing and sat down beside Gu Jiawei, eyes icy as he stared at the screen.

The scene on the screen had ended. Both were probably exhausted, clinging together, their bodies inseparable.

Naked and entwined, the two radiated intimacy, especially with Zhou Yunzhen’s visible post-coital traces.

Yet Xi Yuechen and Gu Jiawei watched impassively—like looking at a blank sheet. Compared to Gu Jiawei’s smirk, Xi Yuechen’s face was a frost-covered glacier.

“Too bad you’re late. Want to see a replay? You have no idea how wild it was—the cooperation was incredible.”

Xi Yuechen ignored the taunt.
“Make a copy. Keep the original.”

Gu Jiawei wasn’t disappointed; what else could he expect from this blockhead?

But… “Why take this? Won’t your little wife get jealous?”

Xi Yuechen said nothing, eyes fixed on the screen. The light reflected on his face, radiating a terrifying chill.