RMM -Chapter 299 The So-Called Morning Grump

The next day, Xi Yuechen surprisingly didn’t rush off as usual. He still woke up early, but instead, he stayed a little longer, holding the still-sleeping Su Ruo. Watching her curl up like a little kitten in his arms, the physical closeness and the sense of complete emotional satisfaction were so exquisite that Xi Yuechen, having tasted it once, found it hard to let go.

After getting up, he carefully tucked the blanket around Su Ruo. When he noticed the marks on her body left by him, his expression darkened for a moment but quickly softened again, returning to the usual look of affectionate indulgence.

After leaving the bedroom, Xi Yuechen recalled the marks on Su Ruo’s neck, left by his kisses the night before. Against her fair skin, they were obvious. A few times before, Su Ruo had stiffened nervously in front of others whenever he left marks on her neck and had warned him repeatedly to be careful. But last night, Xi Yuechen had been too lost in passion to remember. He thought to himself that when the little woman woke up, she wouldn’t know how she’d scold him.

At that moment, everyone else was probably having breakfast in the dining room, but Xi Yuechen didn’t rush down. Instead, he went into Xi Zi’s room.

Unexpectedly, the little one was already awake. Hearing the noise, he turned his tiny head and looked at Xi Yuechen with big, wide eyes.

Seeing his son so calm and not crying or fussing made Xi Yuechen’s heart feel as if a feather lightly brushed against it, an itch of delight that made him unable to resist stepping forward and carefully lifting Xi Zi from the small bed into his arms.

“Little one, do you remember who I am?”

Xi Yuechen lowered his head to look at his son, smiling softly. His voice was gentle, careful, as if afraid of startling him. There wasn’t a trace of his usual cold indifference; even the steel-like aura about him had softened. His eyes and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, making him look nothing like the iron-blooded, hard man the rumors described. Like any ordinary father, holding his young child, all his love was laid bare.

Xi Zi lay quietly, looking up at Xi Yuechen with innocent, serene eyes. He seemed content, as if he remembered this father who was often away.

After watching his smiling father for a while, Xi Zi reached out his tiny hands, lightly scratching Xi Yuechen’s face and patting him. Xi Yuechen didn’t mind being “slapped” by his son; he even leaned his face down to make it easier for Xi Zi’s little arms.

After a while, Xi Zi’s hands slid down, clutching Xi Yuechen’s chest. He made no further movements, just relying fully on him.

Seeing his son’s trusting actions reminded Xi Yuechen of Su Ruo curling up against him in the morning, one hand on his chest, completely reliant. His facial features softened with overwhelming satisfaction.

At that moment, Shen Liang entered with a bottle of milk, surprised to see Xi Yuechen there.

“What are you doing here?”

After asking, she quickly realized—he was Xi Zi’s father, naturally here to see his son. What a silly question to ask!

“I mean, you’re up so early?”

Shen Liang had a good idea of what the young couple had been up to last night. Young, recently reunited, it was impossible that nothing had happened… though she didn’t need to think too deeply.

So last night she quietly prepared the milk for her grandson and didn’t disturb Su Ruo. In the morning, she hadn’t eaten yet and assumed her grandson would be hungry. She set aside her breakfast, made the milk, and went up to feed him.

“Ruo Ruo is still sleeping.”

Xi Yuechen’s expression didn’t change. He answered calmly, glancing at the small bottle in Shen Liang’s hand.

“Oh, then let her sleep. That’s fine.”

From his answer, Shen Liang confirmed what had happened last night. The young couple had indeed had a very eventful evening… but well, that’s normal for young people.

Realizing her thoughts, Shen Liang froze and felt embarrassed—what was she thinking? It was none of her business what the couple did!

“Give Xi Zi to me. I’ll feed him.”

Shen Liang stepped forward, shaking the bottle.

“I’ll feed him.”

Xi Yuechen, looking at his little cat-like son, asked softly. Although phrased as a question, it left no room for refusal.

Shen Liang sighed. This son was so blunt—his question was more like a statement.

“Do you know how?”

Shen Liang asked, concerned. Xi Zi had only had diapers changed before, never fed. Would Xi Yuechen manage?

“It’s fine, give him to me.”

Xi Yuechen shook his head, taking the bottle. Shen Liang, still anxious, stayed to watch. After all, if he accidentally choked her precious grandson…

But there was no danger. The milk flowed gently through the nipple; Xi Zi controlled the drinking. Xi Yuechen just held the bottle. Shen Liang’s fussiness showed how much she doted on her grandson.

Naturally, Xi Yuechen fed him successfully. Shen Liang breathed a sigh of relief—her son was not useless at small tasks.

“You feed him first. I’ll go downstairs and eat. After you’re done, you can come down too.”

“Okay.”

Xi Yuechen nodded and focused on feeding Xi Zi.

When he carried Xi Zi downstairs, Shen Liang was still eating. Xi Jian’an and the old man had finished, one reading the newspaper, the other playing with his beloved bird.

“Grandpa, Dad,” Xi Yuechen called from the living room.

“Yuechen, you’re down? Go eat something,” the old man said with a smile, unsurprised. He had been told by Shen Liang.

“Okay,” Xi Yuechen nodded, turning toward the dining room.

“Dad,” Xi Yuechen called to Xi Jian’an, who had set down the newspaper.

“Okay, eat. Give me Xi Zi,” Xi Jian’an said happily. He wasn’t in a rush to work and wanted to hold his grandson.

Xi Yuechen carefully placed Xi Zi into Xi Jian’an’s arms and sat down.

Morning passed slowly. The living room was filled with the gentle sounds of the old man playing with the bird and Xi Jian’an teasing his grandson—peaceful and beautiful.

When Su Ruo finally awoke, the sun was high.

She opened her eyes slowly, half-dazed, letting out a soft murmur. She tried to move, but a faint ache reminded her of last night, fully waking her.

Her arm stretched outside the blanket. Half-opening her eyes, she remembered the previous night’s passion. The post-passion soreness was rare and familiar, and she felt lazy and reluctant to move.

That soldier had probably left early again. Su Ruo felt annoyed and uncomfortable. It was always so rushed and diligent—it was too much.

Her displeasure was understandable. If Xi Yuechen hadn’t returned, she wouldn’t mind, but after last night’s intimate time, seeing him gone in the morning naturally upset her.

Tender moments made loneliness even sharper.

Just as Su Ruo indulged in self-pity, her son’s voice rang from above. The soft voice cut through the quiet, startling her.

Su Ruo’s head instinctively turned aside.

She saw Xi Yuechen holding Xi Zi, sitting by the head of the bed, looking at her with a teasing expression.

He clearly understood her displeasure but didn’t remind her of his presence, silently watching her sulk.

Su Ruo blushed. He… he was still here?

Feeling guilty, she tried to look away but couldn’t bear to lose face. She forced herself to speak calmly: “What are you looking at? Don’t you know about morning grumpiness?”

Though her tone was stern, there was a hint of feigned indignation that made Xi Yuechen unable to hold back a smirk. His muffled laugh made his chest tremble slightly, and Xi Zi let out a timely coo.

Teased by father and son, Su Ruo grew more annoyed, huffing and decisively turning away, burying her face in the blanket.

Laugh all you want!

As she moved, the blanket slid, revealing a bit of her smooth back. There were faint red marks from before, lending an unintended allure that made Xi Yuechen squint slightly, a dark light flickering in his eyes.

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

Unable to bear neglecting her, Su Ruo asked, knowing he wouldn’t stay long anyway.

“The army isn’t busy. I’ll go back later,” Xi Yuechen replied, his gaze lingering on her exposed back.

In truth, there was never a time he was “busy.” He was always meticulous and never slack. He had left without saying a word yesterday, sending Li Lizhen away with only a phone call. He should have returned early today.

But holding Su Ruo, curled in his arms, exhausted yet satisfied, he couldn’t bring himself to let go. He didn’t want her waking up alone. He didn’t want his presence to be fleeting like a dream—he knew it would upset her.

“You’re smart for once. That’s rare.”

Su Ruo couldn’t hide the smile at the corners of her lips, pretending to be calm but secretly radiant.

Even if Xi Yuechen couldn’t see her face, he could imagine it from her voice. He didn’t spoil the moment, eyes full of indulgence and warmth, lowering his gaze to his son.