RMM -Chapter 334 Why Bother the Past

After finishing with He Wen and the others that day, Su Ruo called Xi Yuechen before she even went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, on her way down, she ran into Mo Qi, which delayed her a bit. Xi Yuechen, therefore, waited by the car on the roadside for a while.

The chief and Gu Jiawei were probably nearby; otherwise, they wouldn’t have arrived so quickly.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Su Ruo walked toward the car Xi Yuechen had sent, lost in thought.

“Chief, have you eaten?”

Su Ruo buckled her seatbelt and tilted her head, looking at Xi Yuechen.

“I had a little with Gu Jiawei. You?”

Xi Yuechen started the car, eyes fixed on the road.

“I just had a snack, not hungry.”

As she replied, Su Ruo glanced at the time and felt a bit embarrassed—it was already past eight.

In summer, when it gets dark late, even at eight, it’s only slightly dim, which explained why she hadn’t noticed.

She hurriedly checked her phone, worried there might be missed calls. After all, it was late; her family probably finished dinner and might have called. It was possible she didn’t hear the phone in the earlier commotion.

Normally, if Su Ruo went out with friends, the Zhengjia household would never care—they wouldn’t call to urge her to return. But Su Ruo had always been self-disciplined: when she went to gatherings, she would be home by nine at the latest, sometimes even calling Shen Liang to report. She had never caused trouble for her family by staying out late.

But now it was different. There was a baby at home waiting to be fed. She had been away all afternoon and didn’t know if he had cried.

When Su Ruo, expecting to see missed calls, opened her phone, she froze. After blinking a few times, she was speechless.

There was nothing. No missed calls, not even unread messages.

Su Ruo thought, silently: not even a single call. Is it that they understand she hasn’t seen friends in a long time and are being considerate, not wanting to disturb her… or have they simply forgotten she exists?

Judging from how wholeheartedly they focused on Xi Zi, Su Ruo thought the latter was more likely. As long as Xi Zi didn’t cry or look for his mother, they could easily forget about her for even longer.

“What’s wrong?”

Xi Yuechen noticed Su Ruo staring at her phone and asked.

“Nothing,” she said, smiling and shrugging. She didn’t share her thoughts—trivial things like this were fine to vent about in her own mind. There was no need to bring them to the chief. Anyway, they were going home now. If her family forgot them, let them forget…

As the saying goes, if the mountain won’t come, I’ll go to the mountain.

Seeing Su Ruo in a good mood, Xi Yuechen relaxed and focused on driving.

After a while, Su Ruo kept glancing at Xi Yuechen’s profile, feeling a wave of emotion.

Honestly, she had only been apart from him for an afternoon, yet she already missed him—especially after seeing Mo Qi, her longing grew stronger.

Thinking back to the earlier scene, Su Ruo felt a tinge of melancholy, turning her gaze to the passing scenery outside the window.

Mo Qi’s expression when he saw Duan Wei was subtle—surprised yet not exactly surprised, joyful yet laced with endless sorrow.

When he called Duan Wei’s name, the lingering affection in his voice was palpable, even to someone like Su Ruo.

She couldn’t believe Mo Qi had no feelings for Duan Wei, not when his eyes and voice spoke volumes.

Yet, in reality, he had personally severed Duan Wei’s feelings, pushing her completely away.

Like in a movie, what followed was predictable, yet somehow overwhelmingly tragic.

Su Ruo had long known Mo Qi would eventually regret it. Letting go of someone as good as Duan Wei to treasure someone like Zhao Nuanxun? He would surely repent one day.

Now he did regret it—but it was too late. The past was set, and nothing could change it.

Su Ruo didn’t know the full entanglement between Duan Wei and Mo Qi, but she knew how deeply Duan Wei had been hurt. She knew the devastation Mo Qi had brought her. After finally surviving that ordeal, no matter how much Mo Qi regretted it now, she would never allow him to harm Duan Wei again. Besides, Duan Wei now had Lu Yue.

Duan Wei had smiled at Mo Qi, saying: You taught me to grow. So even if I spent my youth on you, it wasn’t wasted. I loved, and I have no regrets. What’s past is past; bringing it up only adds sorrow. Besides, I have found the right person and am very happy. You need not feel guilty.

At that moment, Su Ruo clearly saw tears welling in Mo Qi’s eyes, reflecting the dazzling lights of Muyou. There was a sense of poignant desolation, and Su Ruo felt a pang of sorrow herself.

If only things had been different—why bother the past?

Su Ruo instinctively glanced at Duan Wei’s face. She imagined Duan Wei must also feel uneasy. Indeed, the calm smile Duan Wei wore carried a subtle sadness.

Even though she claimed to have let go and started anew, a heart that had once been deeply affected couldn’t become a stranger’s overnight—it took time.

Even Su Ruo’s emotions were stirred by Mo Qi’s sadness; Duan Wei’s were even more so.

He Wen, unusually, said nothing, though her gaze remained disdainful and hostile toward Mo Qi. She stayed silent only because Feng Weijia had stopped her. Considering what Duan Wei had said earlier, she felt a bit reassured.

Though Mo Qi’s display of remorse was vivid, Duan Wei was not fickle. When she said she had let go, she truly had. Even if she felt pain, she would move on and start anew.

Thus, He Wen could only suppress her annoyance, scowling at Mo Qi’s pitiful act, occasionally huffing to express strong disapproval.

Once, she had simply disliked Weiwei. Now, when the “white lotus” had become as disgusting as mosquito blood, did she finally remember Weiwei’s goodness? Think again!

The most anxious person was Lu Yue. Watching Mo Qi’s regretful attempts to win Duan Wei back, he was nearly losing his mind. No one knew better than him how important Mo Qi had been to Duan Wei in the past. He feared that, after waiting so long, Duan Wei could be taken so easily. His gaze at Mo Qi turned deadly.

If he had known, he would have finished Mo Qi off then and there. With Duan Wei present now, he restrained himself.

Amid her sadness, Duan Wei felt Lu Yue’s unease, and her heart warmed. The earlier grief seemed less overwhelming.

She reached out, gently holding Lu Yue’s hand, giving him a slight squeeze—a signal that she had already made her choice.

Duan Wei knew Mo Qi was easily shaken and overly concerned with their difference in social status. His actions were controlled by these ingrained ideas; once there was a first time, second and third times could follow.

Duan Wei had long outgrown naivety. One painful experience was enough; she would not risk hopeless danger again.

Besides… she now had Lu Yue. She didn’t know if anyone else in the world could make her happy, but Lu Yue certainly could.

As time passed, Duan Wei understood how deeply Lu Yue loved her and realized that she had wasted years chasing Mo Qi, ignoring the one who had been protecting her all along.

Fortunately, the mistake ended before Lu Yue gave up.

Holding Lu Yue’s hand, she smiled at Mo Qi: It’s okay. You need not feel guilty. I’ve recovered. From now on, we can live separate lives.

By framing Mo Qi’s regret as guilt, she was actually rejecting his attempts to reclaim her. He had a wife and child; she had someone to spend her life with. Everything had been decided the moment he chose Zhao Nuanxun.

Lu Yue held her hand, trembling slightly—partly from emotion, partly from excitement. He hadn’t expected Mo Qi’s “bombshell” to act as a catalyst. Weiwei finally acknowledged him, even saying she would be with him for life—a love declaration more touching than anything he had ever heard.

His eyes now saw no one but Duan Wei. Sparkling, focused only on her, even Mo Qi seemed invisible to him.

Watching them hold hands, Su Ruo felt they were like a perfect celestial couple—truly matched.

Mo Qi could no longer hold back, tears slipping silently. He dared not let Duan Wei see, lowering his head as if knives pierced his heart. He knew all too well that Duan Wei would never return to him.

Indeed, what right did he have to try to keep Duan Wei? He had been a complete jerk, breaking her heart. All this was his own doing, blinded by petty pride, marrying Zhao Nuanxun and having children.

Zhao Nuanxun… a woman like her—what a self-inflicted disaster.

Mo Qi suddenly remembered he had come to see Zhao Nuanxun today, planning to drag her home and break her leg. She caused him to lose Duan Wei, now trying to cuckold him—truly audacious.

Zhao Nuanxun, my life is ruined, but while I am sorrowful and regretful, I will not let you feel comfortable.

This sin we planted together, this bitter fruit we must share together.

Suppressing the tears welling in his eyes, Mo Qi forced a smile: “Weiwei, you must be happy.”

May that man bring you only joy. May I also spend the rest of my life repenting.