RMM -Chapter 350 A Different Kind of Victory Souvenir

With the patriarch at home satisfied, and the prospective mother-in-law—the minister’s wife—also happily accepting her future daughter-in-law, it was all going smoothly. After all, this was the daughter her son had carefully chosen, someone he truly loved. How could she be displeased? Moreover, she knew He Wen personally and was aware of his character and conduct; as the daughter of a friend, having such a daughter-in-law was nothing short of a blessing. Naturally, the most important thing was that her son was happy.

No one expected that so suddenly, her son would bring home his bride—it was like joy falling from the sky! How could she have any complaints? By the time she fully realized it, He Wen had already become her daughter-in-law in her eyes.

Seeing the satisfied expressions on her own father and mother, Minister Feng was also pleased. He had never been possessive of his son’s emotions, nor would he force him into an arranged marriage, so his son choosing someone he truly liked was perfectly fine. With both the family patriarch and matriarch satisfied, naturally, he was too.

After all, he also knew the He family and had a good impression of He Wen’s father, a decent man. Such in-laws were not something he would reject.

Once the three most important members of the Feng family gave their approval, it was only natural that He Wen would become a Feng family daughter-in-law without any obstacles. Before she even realized it, everything had been settled.

As soon as Feng Weijia confirmed He Wen’s status as a Feng daughter-in-law, he began plotting to solidify his position as a son-in-law of the He family.

He could only marry this bride with the consent of He Wen’s parents; otherwise, everything would still be uncertain. Likewise, once He Wen’s parents recognized him as their son-in-law, his relationship with this girl would gain an extra layer of security. With the future in-laws on his side, there would be no fear of He Wen causing trouble.

So, in just a few days, he started subtly nudging He Wen to bring him home, unable to rest even for a moment, determined not to stop until he achieved his goal.

He Wen was annoyed by his pestering, wishing she could kick him away, yet she refused to give in. She would never agree to bring him home—after having suffered one scare, she would not make the same mistake so quickly.

She still had lingering fear from the last time she went to Feng Weijia’s home. Just after confirming their relationship, she had rushed over, acting impulsively and recklessly, and it had caused her great anxiety at the time.

This time, she was determined not to repeat the same mistake. She needed some time to adjust. Although it was her turn to bring Feng Weijia to her home, her parents would certainly not make it easy for her. Going to the Feng home had been a mental trial, but bringing him to her own home could easily become a trial of both mind and body. So He Wen firmly and rationally rejected Feng Weijia’s persistent pleas.

But her refusal could never stop Feng Weijia’s advance; otherwise, he would never have caught up with her.

Not long after, one day, He Wen’s grandmother suddenly called her. The contents of the call shocked her so much that she nearly dropped her phone.

The grandmother’s tone was calm, revealing no emotion. She simply said: “Come home tonight, and bring Feng Weijia with you.”

Seeing He Wen like this, Feng Weijia’s curiosity was piqued. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My mom wants me to bring you home tonight…” He Wen replied mechanically, her eyes vacant.

Feng Weijia’s eyebrows twitched, a hint of secret delight flashing in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile, though he tried to suppress it, still showing concern.

“Bring me home? Why all of a sudden… They wouldn’t know, would they?”

“They don’t know… No, they must know… But how would they know?!” He Wen stomped her foot, torn and distressed. She hadn’t said a word—how could her grandmother know?

Had she gone through her phone? No, impossible. He Wen was certain her mother wasn’t that shameless, yet somehow, she knew!

Nearly on the verge of a breakdown, He Wen didn’t notice that Feng Weijia, beside her, was wearing a mischievous, triumphant grin, forever losing the chance to learn the truth.

Feng Weijia would never admit it: the reason He Wen’s mother suddenly knew about them was because he had called his own mother the previous night, vented about his recent frustrations, and then orchestrated a “task” for her—so that, “by accident,” she would inform He Wen’s mother.

Once He Wen’s mother knew, everything else would fall into place effortlessly. Why fear not being welcomed into the He family?

Feng Weijia was very pleased with this clever plan. And indeed, his mother did not disappoint; it succeeded quickly. Now, with his mother-in-law summoning him, how perfect! Tonight he would have to perform well, charm both parents, and aim for total success.

Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived. That afternoon, he openly skipped work with He Wen, then went to buy gifts—a whole pile of them—constantly asking what her parents liked. But He Wen, anxious and uneasy, couldn’t care less; her mind was entirely on the upcoming home visit, a worried frown on her face, ignoring Feng Weijia.

After finishing the shopping, Feng Weijia busied himself further, consulting several top stylists before finalizing his outfit, dressed as if he were about to marry.

That evening, Feng Weijia, looking heroic and imposing, carried a huge bundle of gifts, following He Wen as they stepped into the He family home for the first time.

No one knew what happened that night. The next day, Feng Weijia was covered in bruises, obviously beaten—but he wore a look of triumph. When asked what had happened to him, he smiled broadly and said, “These are souvenirs of victory, medals, symbols of success.”

At times like this, He Wen couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him, full of disdain. Curious onlookers couldn’t understand Feng Weijia’s words, so they asked He Wen instead. She just shrugged and shook her head: “Can’t say, can’t say.”

Seeing nothing could be gleaned, the onlookers gave up, though their eyes couldn’t help glancing at Feng Weijia. He had been acting abnormally all day, grinning nonstop from morning, radiating an aura that made others feel like a gentle spring breeze… Such a terrifying transformation! The sly, cunning fox of yesterday suddenly seemed almost… dim-witted?

Faced with everyone’s curiosity, He Wen shook her head at all questions, secretly pinching Feng Weijia to signal him to behave. Looking at his current state—with a few purplish bruises on his face—it was downright embarrassing.

He Wen could never reveal that these marks were from her father last night.