RMM -Chapter 312 So-Called Needless Worry

Hearing Su Ruo’s completely unapologetic words, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

Especially Lu Yue.

“Su Ruo, can you dial it back a little? Who praises themselves like that? ‘Clever hands and a wise heart’—you really dare say it. If you ask me, that’s just self-inflation.”

Lu Yue laughed heartily as he plopped down onto the soft sofa and started teasing Xi Zi, who was cradled in Duan Wei’s arms. As soon as they’d arrived, Duan Wei had taken Xi Zi from Su Ruo, and now, sitting on the sofa, the scene actually looked quite harmonious.

Watching them, Lu Yue couldn’t help thinking to himself: If only Weiwei could give me a baby someday too.

“Hey, the food’s already ready. Don’t just sit there—come eat,” Su Ruo said with a smiling scold, then headed into the dining room first, calling out loudly, “Weiwei, put Xi Zi in the bedroom.”

“But he’s not asleep yet,” Duan Wei said, looking at Xi Zi’s wide, watery eyes.

“It’s fine. He’s not fussing. Just put him down and come eat—if it gets cold it won’t taste good.”

Su Ruo went into the kitchen, slipped on her apron, and called out while she busied herself.

“Ruoruo, you made all of this?” He Wen followed her into the kitchen and asked in surprise.

“Who else would’ve made it? Pretty impressive, right? I’ve been busy all morning,” Su Ruo said smugly, her hands never stopping.

“Yeah, I can tell. Not bad, not bad,” He Wen laughed, shrugging as she leaned against the doorframe to watch Su Ruo work.

Feng Weijia sat down on the sofa, quietly taking in Su Ruo’s home, a trace of emotion in his eyes. He could feel Su Ruo’s happiness—he’d sensed it the moment he stepped inside. The house was filled with it, and the smile in Su Ruo’s eyes never faded.

Seeing her happy genuinely made him glad, but he couldn’t help thinking of Liang Bo’an. That guy had been gone for so long without even a phone call. Even when Feng Weijia called him, they only talked about work or exchanged pleasantries—never a word about feelings. Liang Bo’an didn’t bring it up, and Feng Weijia couldn’t bring himself to either. A few times, Liang Bo’an had asked about how Su Ruo was doing lately. Every time, Feng Weijia felt the urge to ask: What do you really feel about Su Ruo now? Has what once cut so deeply finally faded?

But in the end, he never asked. He only smiled and said how well Su Ruo was doing, how happy she was. He never told Liang Bo’an anything bad. Even about the mess Zhou Yunzhen had caused—he hadn’t let a single word slip. If Liang Bo’an had known, even if Su Ruo hadn’t actually suffered in the end, his heart would still have ached. He would still have acted recklessly, punishing Zhou Yunzhen with his own sacrifices.

But now there was Xi Yuechen. What place did Liang Bo’an still have?

If you’ve decided to leave, then leave completely. If you’ve decided to forget, then there’s no need to know anything more. Otherwise, it becomes a swamp you can never escape—only sinking deeper and deeper, with no way out.

Feng Weijia felt helpless, yet his face still wore a smile, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.

At the dinner table, Duan Wei brought up Lian Yunfen.

“Ruoruo, that woman with the surname Lian—you seem like you don’t really like her?”

As soon as she asked, everyone else paused their chopsticks and turned to look at Su Ruo.

“Do I?” He Wen frowned after swallowing a bite. “I didn’t notice anything. I really couldn’t tell.”

“By the time you notice, they’ll already be fighting,” Feng Weijia chuckled, teasing her gently, his eyes full of helpless amusement.

“Hey, nobody asked you. Why are you butting in?” He Wen shot him an annoyed look.

“Yes, I don’t like her,” Su Ruo nodded casually. “Maybe our vibes just don’t match. We don’t get along, can’t really talk.”

She didn’t complain much about Lian Yunfen’s behavior. Family squabbles weren’t something to broadcast to everyone—especially with Lu Yue and Feng Weijia present.

Duan Wei understood and nodded. “Then just interact less. No need to let it affect your mood.”

After the meal, He Wen and Duan Wei went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Su Ruo went to check on her son.

As for Lu Yue and Feng Weijia, the two gentlemen relaxed on the sofa, chatting idly.

They talked about current affairs, family matters, then gossiped about each other’s progress in pursuing wives, offering advice along the way. The atmosphere was warm and easy.

When He Wen and Duan Wei finished up, they noticed Su Ruo hadn’t come out yet, so they went to her bedroom.

Su Ruo had just lulled Xi Zi to sleep. She’d planned to leave, but seeing them come in, she simply sat back down on the bed.

“Wow, Ruoruo, you’re really something. You’ve redone this place inside and out,” He Wen said, looking around the bedroom and laughing. With how warm and sweet the decor felt now, there was no way it hadn’t been Su Ruo’s doing.

Commander Xi didn’t seem like the type to decorate a room like this—it had to be after Su Ruo arrived.

“Of course. Our family’s reunited now—home should feel like home. Besides, I’ve got nothing better to do,” Su Ruo said lazily, leaning against the headboard, her expression utterly matter-of-fact.

“Tsk tsk. I really can’t understand how your icy commander can tolerate you,” He Wen sighed, sitting down on the bed and shaking her head.

“Get lost,” Su Ruo kicked her lightly, laughing as she scolded. “Don’t be jealous of my happy marriage. You sound sour—don’t think I can’t tell. My commander just likes indulging me. If you’re that envious, find yourself someone who dotes on you too.”

She curled her lips mischievously. “Or… have you already found that person?”

He Wen froze. “What person?”

Duan Wei, sitting nearby, couldn’t help laughing. “Dummy—of course she means your crush.”

Crush…?

He Wen’s face instantly flushed red. She knew exactly who they meant and snapped back in embarrassment, “W-what nonsense are you two talking about? I don’t have a crush! He just said he’d come see Ruoruo and Xi Zi today—how could I refuse? Stop talking nonsense!”

She cursed with her mouth, but oddly, her heart started pounding wildly.

“Haha, someone’s feeling guilty. So what if you brought him? Why are you so nervous? I didn’t even say anything—why do you look like you’re giving yourself away?” Su Ruo teased relentlessly, genuinely delighted to see He Wen flustered like this.

“Su Ruo, are you done yet? Weiwei brought Lu Yue too—why don’t you say anything about her?” He Wen shot back angrily. Who was nervous? Who was guilty?

Duan Wei, who’d been enjoying the show, hadn’t expected to get dragged in. She quickly protested, “Hey, let’s stick to the point. Don’t drag innocent people into this, He Wen.”

“I’ll drag whoever I want! What can you do about it?” He Wen retorted, raising an eyebrow.

“What are you so smug about?” Su Ruo cut in, smiling sweetly. “Can you compare yourself to Weiwei? She and Lu Yue are openly a couple—mutual feelings, everyone knows it. But you? What exactly are you and Feng Weijia? Are you the same as Duan Wei and Lu Yue?”

The remark was perfectly on point. Sure enough, both women bristled.

“Ruoruo, why are you so improper? What do you mean a couple? Lu Yue and I are perfectly innocent—there’s nothing between us!” Duan Wei hurried to distance herself. Lately, Lu Yue hadn’t even mentioned liking her anymore. Who knew what he was really thinking?

The thought made her feel faintly disappointed.

On the other side, He Wen completely exploded, pointing at Su Ruo and stammering, “Su Ruo, y-you explain yourself! How am I the same as Weiwei and Lu Yue with Feng Weijia?!”

“Haha…” Watching the two of them panic, Su Ruo burst out laughing, clutching her aching stomach. “Really—this is so normal. What’s there to be nervous about?”

The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, so her unrestrained laughter slipped out into the living room.

The two men chatting outside paused, exchanging puzzled looks. What on earth was so funny?

Duan Wei quickly recovered from her fleeting disappointment. Seeing Su Ruo laughing so hard was both irritating and amusing, and she shot her an exasperated look. Let her talk, she thought—remembering how Lu Yue had stubbornly grabbed her hand in the car that morning, making her palm warm even now.

He Wen, however, wasn’t nearly as calm. Her heart kept racing. The more she tried to settle down, the more agitated she felt. Just thinking about Feng Weijia sitting in the living room made her cheeks flush again.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you,” Su Ruo finally said. “But seriously, you’re both not young anymore—shouldn’t you settle down? My son’s already this big, and you’re still single. Listen to me: those two guys out there are both good men. When it’s time to act, act.”

She truly worried about them. Lu Yue and Feng Weijia were both deeply devoted—why drag things out and waste good years?

“Mind your own business,” He Wen snorted. “Just focus on your husband and kid. Why are you worrying about things that don’t concern you?”

Hmph.

The three stayed in the room chatting a bit longer before heading back out to join the two men, resuming their lively banter.

It was almost five o’clock when the four of them finally got up to leave. If they stayed any longer, it really would’ve gotten too late.