RMM -Chapter 351 Let’s Get Married

Thinking back to last night, He Wen couldn’t help but frown, unsure what expression to make.

Last night, just as Feng Weijia entered and started speaking to He Wen’s parents, He Wen’s father’s fist suddenly came flying at him, fast enough to stir the air.

Given Feng Weijia’s skills, dodging the punch wouldn’t have been difficult, but in the end, he still got hit across the face. He didn’t dodge—lightning fast, he consciously suppressed his reflexes and stood still, taking the punch.

After all, this was his future father-in-law’s fist. Even if he got hurt, he had to endure it.

That was Feng Weijia’s thought process. So, for the series of punches and kicks that followed, he didn’t evade a single one, letting He Wen’s father strike him at will.

The rain of fists kept pounding his body. It hurt so badly that Feng Weijia gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t plead; he just endured it.

His future father-in-law seemed elderly, but his martial skills were terrifyingly strong. The force behind those punches—it really, truly hurt…

The two women standing nearby were utterly frightened, rushing forward to pull away the fierce He Wen’s father. The sheer ferocity of his attack was terrifying.

Finally, once the beating was over, He Wen’s father exhaled deeply, ignored his wife’s questions, sat down, and took a sip of tea. His face cleared slightly, though he still looked displeased.

He Wen was frightened too. She glanced at her still-angry father, then at the battered Feng Weijia, unsure what to say. Eventually, she plopped down beside Feng Weijia, asking someone to fetch medicine, checking if he was hurt, worried sick.

Then she seemed to scold her father, saying, “What’s wrong with you? How can you beat someone up for no reason?”

He Wen’s father, upon hearing this, felt his carefully suppressed anger flare up again. His eyes glared fiercely at Feng Weijia.

Feng Weijia quickly comforted He Wen, saying he wasn’t hurt at all. “It just looks serious. Uncle didn’t hit hard. Really, it doesn’t hurt. I haven’t practiced in a long time, so this sparring session was actually perfect—it’s not only painless but also loosened my muscles. I feel great, really grateful to you, Uncle.”

Lying through his teeth like this—he was in agony all over, his bones felt like they’d shifted out of place, and his father-in-law hadn’t held back at all. But he couldn’t say so. Today, even if his future father-in-law beat him into a pulp, he had to smile and praise the effort. After all, he wanted to marry He Wen.

Feng Weijia knew that He Wen’s father’s rage and violence were simply because someone was “taking away” his daughter. After all, he had cherished her for so many years; it was natural to react violently. Beating him was justified—as long as he didn’t die. Marrying He Wen was non-negotiable; dying would ruin everything.

Sure enough, He Wen’s father was slightly surprised by Feng Weijia’s words, glanced at him, then averted his gaze, grunting but speaking no more. The anger in his eyes had eased considerably.

This kid, clever at reading the situation.

He Wen, hearing Feng Weijia’s nonsensical lies, frowned, clearly doubting him. Understandably so—who could believe such words? Even He Wen’s grandmother didn’t fully buy it, though she silently admired the young man’s respectful attitude toward elders. Thus, her fondness for him began to grow.

Moreover, seeing Feng Weijia in such a state after being beaten, the embarrassed He Wen’s mother couldn’t bring herself to further torment him. The words she had planned in her mind never came out; instead, she actively showed concern.

Feng Weijia, seeing this, silently wept with joy inside. It was so worth it! That beating not only got her father to reluctantly accept him but also earned her mother’s care—and He Wen’s concern. Absolutely worth it! Even if her father threw a few more punches, he wouldn’t mind.

Then came the dramatic reversal.

He Wen sat on the sofa, watching coldly as the two who had just been on edge were now laughing and speaking politely to each other.

Yes, the two were now happily drinking and chatting, the atmosphere extremely harmonious, looking like the best of friends.

He Wen bit into an apple, glaring at Feng Weijia, whose face was dotted with band-aids, and snorted silently, finding the sight unbearable.

Feng Weijia looked ridiculous. His painstakingly arranged elegant appearance had been ruined by He Wen’s father. His face was bruised and swollen, looking utterly disheveled. Yet here he was, wearing a near-flattering smile, sipping his drink with exaggerated elegance, pretending to respond wisely to He Wen’s father’s words.

Indeed, in He Wen’s eyes, Feng Weijia was sucking up to her dad. Whatever her father said, he echoed and expanded upon it, making her father laugh nonstop, forgetting all the earlier tension.

Suddenly, they seemed like best buddies, all thanks to Feng Weijia’s relentless flattery.

He Wen finished her apple and rolled her eyes subtly, careful not to let her father see. If he did, she’d be scolded severely.

“By the way, Mom,” He Wen whispered to her grandmother, glancing at the happily chatting duo, “why did Dad beat Feng Weijia? I was nearly scared to death.”

“I don’t know,” her mother replied, still slightly shaken. “It was like a storm. But look, he’s fine now. Anyway, you should still take him to the hospital; your father wasn’t gentle.”

He Wen’s mother shivered at the thought, realizing her father-in-law could be such a violent man. Even she had been frightened earlier.

After such a bizarre night, Feng Weijia had, inexplicably yet inevitably, become a legitimate member of the He family. He Wen couldn’t understand how things had turned out so strangely.

Whenever Feng Weijia thought of it, he couldn’t help but laugh—everything went smoothly thanks to that beating. Now her parents doted on him even more than He Wen did. Looking at He Wen’s indignant expression, he felt completely satisfied.

Thus, they officially “hooked up” and lived happily together. At first, He Wen felt a bit awkward—used to being alone—but after Feng Weijia targeted her, she rarely had any solo moments anyway.

This was love, after all. He Wen had never imagined she would ever be in a relationship herself.

After a day or two of adjustment, she returned to her usual self. Life went on normally, their quarrels continued, but the house was livelier.

They informed their family of their relationship. There was no hiding it from friends either—they would find out soon enough. They decided to go public in style, stunning everyone.

When they went out to Muyu, Su Ruo instructed Yang Yu to charge Feng Weijia extra, no mercy. He had money to spare, after all.

Su Ruo and Duan Wei complained to He Wen about the pair being sneaky, but seeing He Wen finally settled, they were happy.

A year passed. Duan Wei got married. The couple attended the wedding, cheerfully, yet never mentioned their own marriage.

Su Ruo couldn’t help asking when they’d register. Feng Weijia looked pitiful, whining: “Su Ruo, you need to talk to your friend! We’ve been dating a year, but she won’t marry me! I’m getting old…”

He Wen remained calm, casting Feng Weijia a disdainful glance, saying nothing.

Su Ruo laughed, seeing Feng Weijia’s plight. He finally caught her but still hadn’t gotten married—truly pitiable.

He Wen, however, felt it natural. She had only promised to date him, not to marry.

Watching Duan Wei in her wedding dress, He Wen felt touched. Over the past year, Feng Weijia’s feelings had been clear.

She had always avoided marriage—not because she disliked it, but because it seemed distant. Marriage was a serious matter, not to be rushed.

Today, however, seeing Duan Wei and Su Ruo’s happiness, she felt a tiny longing. Though her expression remained composed, her heart softened slightly.

“Life’s short. Don’t waste your happiness. Feng Weijia is really good. You should think about it; it’s only a matter of time,” Su Ruo advised earnestly before leaving.

“Go, go, go. Go pester your son. I’ve got it handled,” He Wen waved, signaling Su Ruo to leave.

Being nagged at home and then outside was exhausting.

Su Ruo didn’t mind, laughing at He Wen’s embarrassment: “Then I wish you two an early marriage and many children!”

He Wen blushed, pretending to pinch Su Ruo, “You’re impossible. Already a mom and still so shameless.”

Su Ruo laughed and ran to Xi Yuechen, who was waiting silently with their child Xi Zi. Xi Yuechen frowned slightly, then carried Xi Zi and prepared to leave.

“Okay, okay. Tonight, I’ll make you both a feast,” Su Ruo’s laughter echoed in the wind. He Wen watched the family of three fade into the distance, smiling brightly.

“Alright, they’re gone. Stop staring,” Feng Weijia’s sudden voice jolted her, somewhat ruining the moment.

But He Wen turned to him, her smile softening. She said aloud, “Feng Weijia, let’s get married.”