RMM -Chapter 325 When You Compare People, It Can Literally Kill You

When Su Ruo arrived at Mu You, everyone was already there, hanging out and having fun at the bar on the second floor. When they spotted her, they all got up and headed upstairs.

Reuniting with these childhood friends put Su Ruo in a genuinely good mood. They had always treated her sincerely well, so she was willing to truly regard them as friends too.

“Ruoruo, where’s your Chief?”
He Wen asked curiously. Why wasn’t Chief Xi around? Could he be at home coaxing the baby?

“Is he watching the kid?”

He Wen had just been thinking this when Feng Weijia happened to blurt out the same thing. It made her heart skip—could this guy read minds or something?

“Our Chief would love to, but that depends on whether Xi Zi even lets him hold him,” Su Ruo said lazily. “Didn’t you notice Su Heng didn’t come today? He’s at home competing with my mom and the others for Xi Zi.”

She sat down beside Duan Wei, leaning back into the sofa and stretching comfortably as she spoke.

“That figures. Your son is basically a crown prince—of course he gets doted on by everyone,” Wen Shaoning laughed.

“Get lost. You’re the crown prince,” Su Ruo shot him a sideways glance. “My son’s just a perfectly normal little kid. You can save that kind of honor for your future son.”

“As if he wouldn’t want to—but where would he find a wife with your qualifications?”
Before Wen Shaoning could reply, Ye Huaiming cut in with a hearty laugh. “And besides, how could the Wen family compare to the Xi family?”

Wen Shaoning wasn’t offended at all. He smiled calmly and said to Ye Huaiming, “In the next ten or twenty years, the Ye family still won’t be able to climb past the Wen family.”

Everyone knew the Ye and Wen families had always been evenly matched, neither above nor below the other. Luckily, their relationship was good—otherwise there would have been plenty of scheming and rivalry.

“Exactly,” Ye Huaiming said. “That’s why I’m still here drinking with you. Otherwise, I’d have flown off long ago. You should thank our Ye family for being content with what we have.”

Since everyone here was an old friend, Ye Huaiming spoke without restraint, saying whatever came to mind. The others listening in couldn’t help but laugh.

“Then I really must thank you,” Wen Shaoning replied unhurriedly, lifting his glass for a light sip. His movements were smooth and elegant, like flowing clouds and water.

Su Ruo couldn’t help laughing. “Enough already. If you’ve got the guts, compare your own net worth twenty years from now. Using your family backgrounds—aren’t you embarrassed?”

Lu Yue joined in, grinning. “Wow, Ruoruo, I didn’t expect you to be such an ambitious youth. Such lofty thinking! So what—are you not going to let your son enjoy the shade under the huge Xi and Su family trees?”

“That depends on his ability,” Su Ruo said confidently, refusing to fall into Lu Yue’s trap. “As long as he can carve out his own achievements, I don’t care how he gets there. Anyway, my son’s character definitely won’t be a problem.”

Why not use available resources? If her son wanted to, both families would spare no effort to help. As long as he knew right from wrong and understood how to conduct himself, the methods could be flexible.

Lu Yue hadn’t expected that answer and was instantly choked, staring at Su Ruo and unable to say a word.

“The world is full of temptations,” Feng Weijia countered. “How can you be so sure your son won’t turn bad?”

The moment he finished speaking, He Wen smacked him hard on the shoulder. It didn’t really hurt, but Feng Weijia was completely caught off guard.

“Why’d you hit me?” he blurted out.

He Wen shot him a sharp glare. “You dared say my godson has bad character. And you’re any better? Hitting you lightly was already merciful.”

He Wen adored Xi Zi now. Whenever she passed a children’s store, she wished she could buy everything inside for him. Every few days she’d ask Su Ruo for photos, saying she missed him terribly and needed pictures to ease her longing.

Naturally, she also had enormous expectations for Xi Zi, harboring a full-blown hope-he-becomes-a-dragon mentality.

So how could she possibly stay calm when someone spoke ill of him?

Feng Weijia hadn’t expected her to be this protective—her elbow was stretched so far outward it hurt. Protecting what exactly? He was supposed to be the one she protected, okay?

Wife, you’ve got the wrong target…

He felt deeply wronged inside. Wasn’t he supposed to be the closest person to her? Xi Zi was adorable, sure, but he wasn’t her biological son. They could have their own someday—and it would definitely be even cuter!

Yet despite the emotional storm raging inside him, the moment Feng Weijia opened his mouth, a fawning smile appeared.

“No, no, I was just talking casually,” he said ingratiatingly. “I was only curious because Su Ruo sounded so confident. How could Xi Zi not be successful? He’ll definitely grow into an extraordinary talent—towering above all others and ruling the world!”

“Pff—”

A perfectly synchronized spray of drinks erupted around the table.

Feng Third, could you have a little backbone? Is it really okay to be this shameless just to chase your wife? You’ve completely lost all restraint—where’s your dignity?

“Feng Third, I’m truly moved,” Ye Huaiming said with a half-smile. “Very inspiring.”

His teasing gaze lingered on He Wen.

Who would’ve thought? He Wen usually looked carefree and clueless about romance, but wow—look how she’d trained Feng Third into a human spring. Impressive.

Who was Feng Third? Back in the day, he was famously arrogant and unruly. Now he was completely whipped by He Wen. Truly a sight to behold.

Women were terrifying creatures indeed.

And then there was Lu Yue—aside from his body still being his own, he practically wanted to offer everything to Weiwei already. And don’t even mention Xi Yuechen—what a terrifying man he was. Yet in the end, hadn’t he still fallen to a mere woman like Ruoruo?

The more Ye Huaiming thought about it, the more chilling it felt. Then he wondered—would he ever meet a woman like that, someone he’d willingly surrender to?

On second thought… it didn’t sound too bad.

His long-quiet heart finally began to stir. But matters of love came down to fate—who knew if he’d be that lucky? That was for the future; best not to dwell on it.

Su Ruo laughed nonstop. Feng Weijia was such a bootlicker—short of writing “My Lord He Wen” on his forehead.

He Wen grew annoyed under everyone’s laughter. She didn’t fully understand what they were laughing at, but she knew it had something to do with Feng Weijia’s words—and probably herself too. Their looks made her uncomfortable.

“What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”
She snapped, then shot a glare at the culprit.

Feng Weijia sighed inwardly and rubbed his nose. Being a loyal dog was hard—no appreciation no matter what you did.

Su Ruo laughed even harder, finally collapsing onto Duan Wei, clutching her stomach.

“Alright, alright. He Wen, don’t blame Feng Weijia,” she said between breaths. “He was praising Xi Zi. He’s stuck in the middle—poor thing.”

She nudged He Wen with her foot, helping Feng Weijia out. Really, that man had it rough—his whole life tied to He Wen.

“Exactly! Look how reasonable Su Ruo is. Why are you always picking on me?”
Feng Weijia seized the chance to cry injustice, his face instantly shifting into a pitiful expression, which made everyone laugh again.

He Wen was even more depressed now. She stopped talking altogether and pulled out her phone to play games. Laugh all you want. I’ll do my thing.

Seeing her like that, Su Ruo stopped teasing—pushing He Wen too far would only mean Feng Weijia suffered later. Haha.

“Alright, back to the point,” Su Ruo said, clearing her throat and looking seriously at Feng Weijia. “Is my son’s character even up for debate? Look at where he comes from—he inherits nothing but upright integrity. And with me handling his upbringing, there’s no way he can go astray!”

She was smug again, her chin nearly lifted to the sky.

“So confident?” Ye Huaiming drawled with a provoking smile. “Sure, your family genes are good, but that’s not enough. Postnatal education is crucial. With your temperament, I’m honestly worried about Xi Zi’s childhood.”

“Hmph.” Su Ruo wasn’t angry at all. “Doubt me all you want. But would my Chief let him go crooked? We live in a strictly upright military environment. Xi Zi can only grow up straight—no other option.”

She was completely full of herself. Her son had top-tier genetics and environment—how could he possibly turn out bad?

“In the future, when your kids grow up, you’ll just stand aside and envy, resent, and hate my Xi Zi.”

Su Ruo delivered that shameless declaration and successfully rendered everyone speechless.

Her family genes were excellent. Growing up in the military was character-building. And with the Xi and Su families backing him—even if Xi Zi accomplished nothing, he’d still be elevated to a lofty position.

Fine. What else was there to say?

Truly—comparing people could kill you.

Their generation couldn’t beat Xi Yuechen. And now the next generation would still live in the shadow of Xi Yuechen’s son. How tragic.

“Tsk—worthy of being my godson. He’s got to be this domineering!”

Suddenly, He Wen spoke up from her game, her tone full of pride.

Everyone froze.

Feng Weijia let out an awkward laugh, wailing internally.

Wife, you’re confused! Xi Zi isn’t your son, do you know that? Your own son isn’t even born yet—and you’re already this optimistic about someone else’s kid? What exactly are you trying to say here…