RMM -Chapter 317 Su Ruo’s Cold War Ends in Failure

After Su Ruo entered the house, she went straight into the bedroom, sat down on a chair, and sulked.

One thing after another—were they not going to let her live in peace anymore? Any random Tom, Dick, or Harry could come hopping around now.

And that Xi Yuechen wasn’t exactly a worry-free one either!

Su Ruo was angry. After being tossed around by the Lian Yunfen sisters like this, it was only natural that she shifted her resentment onto Xi Yuechen.

First there had been Zhou Yunzhen. Fine—she hadn’t reported it to the chief, nor had she complained a single word in front of him. After finally swatting that fly away, what happened? Another cloud drifted in.

When Xi Yuechen entered the house and didn’t see Su Ruo in the living room, he knew she must have gone into the bedroom, so he headed there directly.

Seeing Su Ruo curled up on the chair, completely motionless, Xi Yuechen frowned deeply. He knew she was angry, and that realization made him uncomfortable again.

From the time they met until now, Su Ruo had rarely lost her temper. They had always gotten along peacefully. But today, not only was she angry, she had pushed him—and now she clearly had no intention of paying him any attention at all.

That realization made him feel even worse. Thinking that he had been dragged into this by those two women, he even regretted letting them off so easily earlier.

“Ruo-ruo.”

Xi Yuechen walked up beside the chair and called softly.

Su Ruo had known he’d come in long ago. Hearing him speak didn’t surprise her at all. She kept a dark expression on her face and stared out the window without any reaction, as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

Seeing how unmoved Su Ruo was, Xi Yuechen felt troubled. He had never encountered a situation like this before, so he didn’t know how best to handle it—much less how to comfort someone.

Instinctively, he half-crouched down, holding Xi Zi with one hand and bracing the chair with the other, persisting stubbornly. “Ruo-ruo.”

Su Ruo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. What a block of wood.

Seeing that Su Ruo still ignored him, Xi Yuechen’s gaze darkened. He was clearly unhappy, so…

“Ruo-ruo.”

This time his tone changed slightly, the final syllable lifting gently, carrying a hint of coaxing.

Su Ruo couldn’t help it anymore. Being treated so patiently and gently by an iceberg like Xi Yuechen gave her a bit of a floating sense of achievement—but now wasn’t the time to think about that. She was still angry.

“Don’t talk to me. I want some peace and quiet.”

Su Ruo spoke dully, then stood up, walked to the bed, and flopped down, pulling the blanket over her head.

Breathing the stuffy air under the blanket, Su Ruo blinked her big eyes and thought: would the chief ask who “Quiet” was?

If he were that humorous, she’d forgive him.

Unfortunately, Xi Yuechen had never been a humorous person. That thought was pure self-deception.

Xi Yuechen watched helplessly as Su Ruo buried herself in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon, wrapping herself up tightly. At last, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

Xi Zi had been awake all along. Whether it was because it was too noisy or for some other reason, he now looked a bit listless. Resting his head against Xi Yuechen’s chest, his eyes half-open, he still hadn’t fallen asleep.

Xi Yuechen glanced at the pitiful-looking Xi Zi, then lifted his head to look at Su Ruo hiding on the bed, raising his brows helplessly.

He stood up again, walked to the bed, and looked down at the bulging blanket, finding it somewhat amusing.

“Ruo-ruo?”

The silkworm-shaped person on the bed seemed to be asleep—still no movement at all.

Xi Yuechen finally couldn’t hold back. Freeing one hand, he gently patted Su Ruo through the blanket. When there was still no response, he reached for the corner of the blanket and tugged lightly.

But Su Ruo was determined to stay covered. How could she possibly let Xi Yuechen succeed so easily? She clutched the blanket tightly, refusing to let even a sliver show.

Xi Yuechen felt utterly helpless at this childish display of sulking. With a quiet sigh, he withdrew his hand, hugged Xi Zi closer, and looked at Su Ruo curled up in the blanket, feeling deeply troubled.

He hadn’t realized that when Su Ruo got angry, she would be like this—not shouting, not making a fuss, just refusing to talk to you, not even looking at you, treating you like you were invisible, launching a cold war.

This made Xi Yuechen extremely uncomfortable. He would rather Su Ruo scold him or fight with him than bottle everything up, sulking silently and ignoring him.

But Su Ruo thought differently. What was there to argue about with an iceberg like Xi Yuechen? Rather than an argument, it would just be a one-man show. You’d rant and rage on your own, worked up to the max—while he stood off to the side, detached, watching coldly. No need to guess; he’d definitely act like a spectator watching a soap opera, never inserting himself into the situation.

What was the point of an argument like that? In the end, you’d only be so angry you’d be beside yourself, while he’d remain calm and expressionless.

So if arguing didn’t work, how about fighting? Also impossible. Xi Yuechen was someone who’d been through life-and-death battles and emerged victorious time and again. Even ordinary soldiers couldn’t beat him—what chance did Su Ruo, with her small frame, have? Even if Xi Yuechen went easy on her and let her hit him like a human punching bag, a fight required interaction from both sides. If you were the only one jumping around while the other stood unmoved like Mount Tai, even letting you hit him freely wouldn’t make you feel better. You’d just feel more stifled. He wouldn’t even take you seriously.

In that case, how could the fight continue? In the end, you’d be the one stewing, while he’d feel like he’d just been lightly scratched—no deterrence at all.

After careful analysis, Su Ruo concluded that arguing and fighting were both completely ineffective against Xi Yuechen. So she had long decided that if the day ever came when she truly lost her temper, she’d take a step back. Since all kinds of violence were useless, she’d go with cold violence instead.

And thus, today’s scene came about.

Xi Yuechen was tormented by Su Ruo’s cold war and couldn’t think of any good solution. All he could do was continue tugging at her blanket.

As for scolding or reprimanding her, such thoughts never even crossed his mind. So even though he was helpless and troubled, there wasn’t the slightest hint of impatience or anger—only a desire to make the sulking little woman feel better as soon as possible.

This time, Xi Yuechen used quite a bit of strength. With one firm pull, Su Ruo’s head popped into view.

Su Ruo was furious. Sure enough, in front of him she was nothing but a powerless little ant, completely unable to resist.

“What are you doing?!” Su Ruo lifted her head and glared at him fiercely.

Xi Yuechen looked at her flushed face, her eyes wide with anger, her soft hair tousled messily. A trace of indulgent affection flashed through his eyes.

At this moment, Su Ruo looked to him like an angry cat with its fur standing on end—fierce, yet irresistibly lovable.

Just as he was organizing his thoughts on how to answer her, his son very helpfully began to cry. Xi Yuechen’s eyes lit up.

So—

“Xi Zi is crying.”

Xi Yuechen extended the baby in his arms forward solemnly.

…Su Ruo was livid. That little traitor! Taking his dad’s side at such a critical moment!

She hadn’t wanted to pay attention to the father-and-son duo, but Xi Zi cried harder and harder. What started as a small whimper grew louder. Already not in great spirits, he looked even more pitiful now—his little face scrunched up, his usually bright eyes filled with tears, watery and heartbreaking, fixed motionlessly on Su Ruo.

Su Ruo’s heart melted instantly. Unable to hold back any longer, she hurriedly reached out to take Xi Zi into her arms, softly coaxing him. Her face was full of distress, and hearing his cries felt like needles pricking her heart, causing a fine, rolling pain.

Ever the gentle and loving mother, Xi Zi gradually stopped crying in Su Ruo’s arms, though he still sniffled. His little face was wet with tears, making Su Ruo’s heart ache again.

“Baby, why are you crying so pitifully? Do you also think Daddy is too annoying, hmm?”

Su Ruo gently patted Xi Zi as she spoke softly. Though she was clearly accusing Xi Yuechen, she didn’t spare him even a glance, focusing entirely on the baby.

Xi Yuechen raised an eyebrow, his eyes filling with deep helplessness. The little woman was truly angry with him.

Su Ruo didn’t care what expression Xi Yuechen had. Seeing her son like this, she knew he must be tired and hungry, and guilt crept into her heart. It was all her fault—she’d been so wrapped up in her own emotions that she’d let her son suffer.

So Su Ruo lifted her top and lowered her head to nurse Xi Zi.

As for Xi Zi’s father, Su Ruo once again chose to ignore him, murmuring softly to the baby as she spoke, a faint smile finally appearing on her face.

But clearly, that smile wasn’t meant for Xi Yuechen. He understood this perfectly, and his expression darkened as he cast a heavy look at Xi Zi.

Being treated so differently, he felt his status in the family was under threat.

“About what happened today—I didn’t know… it was a mistake.”

Xi Yuechen was silent for a moment, then very consciously began a self-review. He’d suddenly figured it out: if he wanted Su Ruo to look at him, he had to address the problem directly.

Su Ruo looked at him in surprise. Since when did this man become so tactful?

Seeing that Su Ruo finally gave him a proper look, Xi Yuechen pressed on. “I’ve punished her already. They won’t dare come and make you angry again.”

When Xi Yuechen mentioned punishment, Su Ruo recalled Lian Yunduo’s miserable state earlier and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

It wasn’t hard to guess that Lian Yunduo’s appearance was Xi Yuechen’s handiwork, but hearing him admit it himself made it even more amusing—and also deeply satisfying.

“Don’t be angry anymore.”

Seeing Su Ruo finally laugh, Xi Yuechen felt a weight lift off his heart and spoke softly again.

Only then did Su Ruo remember she was supposed to be angry. She hurriedly put on a straight face, suppressing her smile and trying to look expressionless. But after that laugh, she realized she didn’t have much anger left.

“I insist on being angry. I’m very angry!” Su Ruo shot Xi Yuechen a sideways glance, declaring righteously.

“It won’t happen again,” Xi Yuechen replied patiently, unfazed by her unreasonable behavior.

“But it already happened,” Su Ruo countered.

“Only this once.”

Xi Yuechen’s voice was low, deliberately restrained—Xi Zi had probably fallen asleep.

“But today that woman brought you dumplings.”

“I returned them.”

“You’re always attracting bees and butterflies.”

“They’re not worth mentioning.”

“You’re just a troublemaker—mmph—”

Su Ruo’s unreasonable accusations finally came to a halt, replaced by another sound altogether.

The temperature in the room gradually rose.