RMM -Chapter 300 One Misstep, Shock Follows

In the days after Xi Yuechen left, Su Ruo continued living an exceptionally peaceful life—carefree, unburdened, and completely at her own whim. Truly a perfect life.

Those who are happy continue to be happy. But the suffering of the unfortunate is only just beginning.

When Zhou Yunzhen returned home that day, Zhou Tingzhang had already gone to his room. He didn’t even come out when he heard her voice—clearly, he didn’t want to see her. And even though she deeply regretted her actions, she didn’t dare knock on his door.

Almost every day after that followed the same pattern. Zhou Tingzhang came home, but he avoided Zhou Yunzhen at all costs. If they accidentally crossed paths, he acted as if she were invisible, doing whatever he pleased.

Zhou Tingzhang was utterly disappointed in his daughter. Just a few days ago, he had still been proud of having such an outstanding daughter. But she had delivered him such a harsh blow—not only shattering his dignity completely, but also breaking his heart. He was devastated.

Being treated so coldly by her father, Zhou Yunzhen naturally felt miserable. Combined with what had happened that day, she wandered through each day like a walking corpse, barely eating, mostly locking herself in her room. She knew her father despised her and didn’t want to see her, so even when she left her room, she did so only when he wasn’t around, quickly retreating afterward, as if some terrifying force were chasing her, nerves on edge.

Yet the worst part wasn’t the days themselves—it was nighttime. At night, she felt so terrified she wished she could disappear from the world.

Since that day, Zhou Yunzhen barely slept at night. How could she rest under such circumstances? Yet on the few occasions she did drift into exhausted sleep, she repeatedly dreamed of that day—seeing herself being violated, then seeing her father suddenly appear, pointing at her in anguish, screaming that he no longer wanted her as a daughter, threatening to sever their father-daughter bond…

Waking from these struggles, Zhou Yunzhen would be drenched in cold sweat. It took a long time for her to recover, too terrified to sleep again. The dream felt far too real, and only when she viewed it as an outsider could she see how utterly pathetic she had been that day.

In the few remaining dreams she had, the nightmare persisted, clinging to her without end.

Every time, she woke with her heart pounding and soaked in sweat. The pain reached into her bones, and so she dared not sleep, fearing the dreams. Even seeing her bed would fill her with terror.

Thus, every night, Zhou Yunzhen treated bedtime like facing an enemy. She didn’t dare approach the bed, instead curling up on the carpet, hugging her icy knees, staring blankly at the bed until dawn.

They say “food is iron, rice is steel”—a few missed meals are hard enough to endure. Zhou Yunzhen, however, went without proper meals entirely, barely sleeping. After several days, she grew emaciated, her body almost skeletal, looking frighteningly gaunt.

If this continued, she surely wouldn’t survive. And Zhou Tingzhang, still avoiding her, had no idea his daughter had deteriorated this way. He had yet to recover and continued to treat her as if she were venomous.

The hospital had called Zhou Yunzhen multiple times—she had been absent for so long. They didn’t know what had happened. Although Zhou Tingzhang had contacted the director before, her leave had already stretched far too long. Some colleagues were dissatisfied. Every call went unanswered; her phone was off. In the end, they called Zhou Tingzhang to ask about her condition and whether she could return to work.

Already enraged, Zhou Tingzhang answered furiously: “She can’t come. Handle it as you see fit—fire her if you must.”

Those on the other end didn’t understand Zhou Tingzhang’s fury, but dared not ask further. In fact, Zhou Tingzhang didn’t give them a chance to. After saying this, he hung up immediately.

The hospital had no choice. Even if Zhou Tingzhang said to fire her, they couldn’t just do it right away. And with his anger on the line, who could tell what he truly wanted?

A few days passed, still no sign of Zhou Yunzhen or any news. Only then did the hospital realize Zhou Tingzhang might be serious—he truly wanted his daughter dismissed, and he wasn’t joking.

What could they do? If her father said so, they’d comply. Zhou Yunzhen wouldn’t return, and leaving her position open might spark rumors.

So externally, they announced that Zhou Yunzhen had resigned, preserving some dignity for her.

Her colleagues were shocked. How could someone so talented, with such a bright future, suddenly resign? What a joke!

At first, they speculated endlessly during spare moments, guessing why she left. But the hospital was busy; patients came and went like a never-ending tide. Over time, everyone forgot, and the topic of Zhou Yunzhen disappeared, as if the hospital had never had such a brilliant young doctor.

Life is like that—people move on, and no one remembers a passerby for long.

Zhou Yunzhen, dwelling at home in a daze, had no idea. Even if she did, in her current state, she would likely be indifferent.

One day, as she stepped out to get a drink, the doorbell rang suddenly. Startled, she dropped her cup, shattering it, her face instantly filled with terror.

Who could it be?!

Frozen, she didn’t dare move, as if a vengeful ghost were at the door. Her already haggard, emaciated face made her wide eyes look even more terrified, almost as if they would pop out.

The person outside, however, didn’t sense her state. The doorbell rang again and again, urgent, as if refusing to stop until she answered.

Zhou Yunzhen couldn’t hold out any longer and finally moved.

Eyes fixed on the door, her body stiff, she inched toward it. Sweat already soaked her clothes before she even reached it.

“Wh…who is it?”

She hadn’t spoken in so long that when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.

“Hello. You have a package.”

A man’s voice came from outside—clear and straightforward. Not the lecherous voice from that day. Zhou Yunzhen swallowed and felt some relief.

Still, she didn’t dare open the door. After so many days of hiding, she was afraid of the outside world—the sunlight, the air, and people.

“I-I didn’t order anything,” she thought. It couldn’t be hers.

“Are you Zhou Yunzhen?” the man asked politely, undeterred.

“I am…”

“Then that must be you. Probably a friend sent this. You’d better sign for it quickly; I have several more deliveries to make.”

He spoke calmly but with a hint of urgency.

Frowning, Zhou Yunzhen hesitated, then opened the door.

A casually dressed young man stood there, smiling brightly with energy. Zhou Yunzhen looked at him and finally felt a bit of relief.

Seeing her, his eyes widened in surprise at her gaunt, dispirited appearance. Quickly, he masked the shock and disgust, resuming a warm smile.

Boss had told him to handle it personally and be careful. He had expected a difficult task, but instead faced a woman who looked like she had just risen from the grave. Bad luck.

“Here’s your delivery,” he said, disappointed, eager to leave. He handed her the package and had her sign.

Even a boring task must be done properly.

Inside, Zhou Yunzhen signed the slip in a shaky hand, then carried the package back into her room.

The young man outside watched the door close, a smirk on his face. “Relax, I haven’t finished yet!”

He glanced around, pretended to stroll a few steps, then vanished without a trace.

Zhou Yunzhen stared at the package. A box, addressed only to her, with no sender information. Unease crept in.

Trembling, she opened it, revealing only a tablet computer lying quietly inside.

She couldn’t imagine who would send this—or why a tablet—but her mind was too fragile after days of torment. Any mental effort caused a headache.

Not overthinking it, she picked up the tablet and turned it on.

One detail slipped her mind: this was a military compound. How could a courier even enter? Usually, deliveries were left at the gate.

Something was already off, but Zhou Yunzhen had no strength to analyze it.

She could not have guessed that the moment she opened the tablet, she would see what was inside.

A video played immediately. On screen, a man and a woman were entangled in passionate lovemaking, their sounds unceasing, accompanied by other unmentionable noises, as if a film.

But Zhou Yunzhen recognized the woman instantly…

It was herself—the woman completely lost in ecstasy, utterly unrestrained.

“Ah!”

She finally broke down, screaming, trying to turn it off. But nothing worked. No matter what she pressed, the two continued.

She hurled the tablet to the floor, but the sounds persisted, pushing her backward until she collapsed, tightly shutting her eyes, covering her ears.

“No! Go away, go away! That’s not me! Ah!”

Screaming like a madwoman, she could take no more and fainted, collapsing onto the floor.