RMM -Chapter 346 An Alternative Kind of Domestic Abuse

Duan Wei’s wedding was lively and grand. It was said that Lu Yue had personally planned everything, and Duan Wei was so moved that she couldn’t hold back her tears, nearly ruining her carefully applied makeup.

Su Ruo, sitting at the table, was filled with countless emotions. Watching this, she thought to herself: Lu Yue truly loved Duan Wei deeply; just this wedding alone was proof. She guessed that from now on, he would serve her wholeheartedly until his last breath.

“Commander, this wedding was planned by Lu Yue, you know. What do you think? Romantic, isn’t it?”

After the ceremony, Su Ruo turned to Xi Yuechen with a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Xi Yuechen raised an eyebrow at her words. He quickly understood Su Ruo’s underlying meaning—she was using Lu Yue to tease him, comparing him to someone else.

Romantic? Xi Yuechen’s face remained expressionless. He didn’t understand romance at all, so comparing him to someone else on that front was basically a joke.

He calmly looked at Su Ruo and said in a deep voice, “Sounds like something a young boy would do.”

Pfft… Su Ruo nearly spit out her drink. She didn’t even care about the occasion and rolled her eyes dramatically.

What kind of thing was that to say? “Something a young boy would do”? Did that mean Xi Yuechen never did such things for some grand principle? That it was the ultimate proof of his maturity and steadiness?

Su Ruo felt powerless and wanted to smack this frustratingly reserved man. If he couldn’t do it, fine, but why come up with all these lofty excuses? She wasn’t blaming him! And now he looked down on someone else’s romance? What a stubborn, childish man.

“So, you mean your usual cold demeanor is intentional? Just to show how mature you are? Tsk, so all that dignity of yours is just an act? Not bad acting, Commander.”

Watching Xi Yuechen pretend to be composed, Su Ruo couldn’t stop teasing him. Seeing his expression begin to crack, she was secretly delighted.

Indeed, Xi Yuechen’s eye twitched slightly at her words. Although he knew Su Ruo was joking, her deliberate “provocation” still sparked the impulse to give her a lesson.

“Why so quiet? Commander, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed and angry because I caught on?”

Xi Yuechen chose to ignore Su Ruo’s somewhat “nonsensical” chatter. He couldn’t really punish her—this morning’s little scuffle had been plenty exciting—and he hadn’t forgotten it yet. So he simply ignored her and let her rant herself out, knowing she would calm down eventually.

But Su Ruo wasn’t about to let him have it easy. Seeing him ignore her only made her more enthusiastic. She leaned close to Xi Yuechen, peppering him with questions and playful banter. Her face shone with a restrained smile, her eyes twinkling with tiny sparks of mischief.

“Quiet down and sit back in your place.”

Xi Yuechen sat upright, staring straight ahead, not even glancing at her. His calm, low voice carried softly into her ears.

“See? I called it! You’re guilty, aren’t you? You can’t even look me in the eye. Come on, everyone has their own way. If you like to pursue dignity, that’s fine—I understand. Just say it outright! I wouldn’t stop you from maintaining your perfect image. Why hold it in? If you said it, I’d gladly help you perform flawlessly in front of everyone, leaving no flaw at all.”

Su Ruo got carried away, babbling on in a rapid, unstoppable stream, fortunately keeping her voice low so no one else could hear.

“Either be quiet or go home and stand at attention. Take your pick.”

Xi Yuechen was too tired to argue, especially in this setting. His eyelids didn’t move. His thin lips parted, and in a calm, cold voice he issued the ultimatum, his face still expressionless, as if he were speaking about something completely trivial.

Su Ruo froze, opening her mouth and then closing it, glaring at him fiercely.

Xi Yuechen met her murderous glare without flinching, clearly indifferent to her reaction.

Seeing no reaction from him, Su Ruo felt deflated. How could he be so unresponsive! She wanted to provoke him, but recalling his earlier “threat,” she couldn’t bring herself to speak. The words hovered on her tongue before silently sinking back inside.

Judging by Xi Yuechen’s demeanor, he hadn’t been joking earlier. That threat was blatant and unrestrained. Su Ruo had to be cautious—he was a man of absolute action and reliability. If he decided to do something, it would be done with absolute certainty. From his serious expression earlier, she knew that if she acted foolishly at home, she would end up “standing at attention.”

For Xi Yuechen, since he couldn’t really strike her, he needed another punishment that would be equally effective—one that would make Su Ruo wary without causing her physical harm. Otherwise, this woman would run wild.

This morning’s “rough” incident was just a momentary impulse, something that had never happened before and probably wouldn’t happen again. It wasn’t a viable disciplinary method.

So, the usually clever Commander Xi had long devised a brilliant way to discipline Su Ruo: standing at attention!

This method was reserved for when Su Ruo truly misbehaved or became uncontrollable, warranting a proper “lesson.”

It had been proven effective twice already.

And indeed, the results spoke for themselves.

Su Ruo couldn’t glare effectively, so she reluctantly withdrew her gaze and sat up straight, suppressing her complaints. Her expression had shifted from playful amusement to righteous indignation, her hands clenched tightly beneath the tablecloth. One could imagine that, if she had a handkerchief, she would’ve ripped it to shreds.

What terrible luck! Standing at attention? Military posture? How could anyone do this to someone? He’s just a few years in the military, a minor officer, a little skillful—what’s there to be proud of? My father is a general! Bullying a woman with no strength—does that give you satisfaction?

Having endured this punishment twice before, Su Ruo was extremely resentful, silently cursing. Standing at attention was truly detestable.

For someone like her, who cried just standing briefly during military training, having to maintain a perfect, meticulous military stance under Xi Yuechen’s supervision was a disaster.

Those painful experiences still haunted her. Normally quiet and gentle, Xi Yuechen could be merciless when serious, holding Su Ruo to the same strict standards as soldiers. No amount of pleading would work.

Remembering the pain, Su Ruo wanted to kick Xi Yuechen in revenge—it was infuriating!

So, no matter how frustrated she felt, she had to grit her teeth and remain silent… silent…

Xi Yuechen, you really have gone too far! I trusted the wrong person! Who makes his wife stand at attention? And with such perfectionism? I’m not made of wood, I get tired!

Su Ruo quietly bit her handkerchief, tears flowing endlessly, full of grievance and sorrow.

Domestic abuse—this was domestic abuse. Life at home was truly harsh.