RMM – Chapter 92 Qi Ran

Su Ruo really didn’t want to sit idle for even a minute. She shook her head hard, trying to get rid of the messy thoughts swirling in her mind, and let out a weary sigh.

The moment she had nothing to do, her thoughts would involuntarily drift to Xie Yuechen—what was he doing now? Had he eaten? Was he still with that Brother Long? How was the mission going?

Forcing herself to throw away Yuechen’s shadow from her mind, Su Ruo reminded herself that she should give him more trust, instead of endlessly worrying here. He was so capable—was there any mission he hadn’t carried out before? People said he had even served in a special forces unit. He was perfectly fine now, wasn’t he?

Just as she picked up her phone intending to call Duan Wei—she had been gone for so many days and Su Ruo hadn’t even given her a call yet—the phone rang on its own. It was He Wen.

“Ruo Ruo, I’ve got something to tell you. I guarantee you won’t see this coming!”

Before Su Ruo could speak, He Wen’s exuberant voice rang in her ear. What could it be that had her so happy?

“What’s up? Why so excited—did something happen that the whole world should celebrate?” Su Ruo teased lazily.

“Oh, stop fooling around.” He Wen laughed and scolded, then coughed lightly before continuing. “Weiwei left, right? Guess what that brat Lu Yue did?”

“What about Lu Yue?” What did this have to do with him?

“He actually went after Weiwei! Left B City yesterday, swearing that this time he’s going to win her back and won’t give up no matter what.” He Wen clicked her tongue twice, sighing with emotion. “Never thought that kid would be so brave. Hopefully Weiwei gives him a chance—wouldn’t it be great if they made it work?”

“Lu Yue likes Weiwei?” Su Ruo was stunned. She hadn’t known at all.

“Of course. He’s liked her for ages, always faithful. Everyone knows that. Oh right—you’re our little amnesiac, you must’ve forgotten.”

Su Ruo raised her brows. Thinking about it now, Lu Yue and Duan Wei were actually a pretty good match. Especially Lu Yue—so persistent. Far better than that Mo Qi. She felt this matter might really succeed. They’d just have to wait for the wedding banquet.

“By the way, are you still at your man’s unit? What’s it like there?” He Wen suddenly remembered Su Ruo had gone to Province D to visit her husband. Honestly, Su Ruo had been to many places, but never there.

“I came back yesterday. Didn’t really see much of it.” Su Ruo snorted.

“Back already? That fast?” Just the day before, hadn’t she left all smiles, looking like she wished she could stay there forever?

“There was nothing to do, so I came back. Why’re you asking so many questions?”

Tsk tsk… she was embarrassed. He Wen smirked at her phone, full of interest. “Oh my, so worked up. Don’t tell me something dramatic happened between you two?”

“Yeah, dramatic alright. But I’m not telling you. Hmph.” Su Ruo shot back.

The two chatted idly for a while before hanging up.

He Wen had barely ended the call before she was about to play her game—the stage she’d been stuck on forever had to be cleared today!

But just as she started, the phone rang again. It was Feng Weijia.

She looked at her game, now heating up, then at her phone ringing non-stop. With a groan, she scratched her hair in frustration, let out a wail, and grabbed the phone.

“Feng Weijia, I swear you’d better have some earth-shattering news for me today, otherwise I’ll kill you!”

Hearing He Wen rattle this off in one breath, Feng Weijia raised his brows in surprise. What on earth?

“Well, well, who fed our Lady He so much gunpowder that she’s about to explode?”

“Cut the crap and spit it out, I don’t have time to shoot the breeze with you.” Damn it! Dead again. Was this stage cursed?

Hearing He Wen’s curses, Feng Weijia asked curiously, “What’s got you so worked up?”

He Wen didn’t want to bother, but suddenly thought of something. Her eyes lit up. Feng Weijia was a gaming master—what game hadn’t he beaten with ease?

And so, with barely any persuasion, Feng Weijia cheerfully set out for He Wen’s place, eager to help her clear the stage.

When beauty calls, how could he refuse?

Before leaving, he stopped by Liang Bo’an’s office to remind him to take care. The man had been wound tight like a clockwork spring these past few days, working nonstop. He couldn’t keep it up forever.

But Liang Bo’an just waved him off, saying he could handle it himself. The busier, the better.

That afternoon, Liang Bo’an actually got off work on time—but didn’t head home.

Instead, he sat in the dim, hazy lights of a bar, head slightly lowered, gaze unfocused, silently drinking.

Across the bar, Qi Ran had her eyes fixed, intentionally or not, on Liang Bo’an in the corner, brimming with interest.

She had noticed him the moment he walked in. With his looks and presence, how could anyone not? But he was strange—he hadn’t said a word, hadn’t joined anything, just sat there drinking, as if drowning his sorrows.

Thinking of this, Qi Ran let out a light chuckle. What woman could be so blind as to let such a man go?

She watched for a while. He showed no sign of leaving, only drinking more and more, his aura sinking darker and deeper.

Picking up her own glass, Qi Ran stood gracefully and walked toward him. Her brows and eyes delicate as a painting, her smile blooming like a flower.

Qi Ran was indeed a rare beauty—different from Su Ruo’s delicate freshness tinged with softness, Qi Ran was pure enchantment, alluring and dazzling. Every inch of her exuded charm. If Su Ruo was an orchid hidden in a secluded valley, then Qi Ran was the true blue enchantress—mysterious and irresistible.

Many men’s gazes followed her as she crossed the room, only reluctantly looking away when she sat at Liang Bo’an’s table.

A beauty to admire was one thing, but if she was someone else’s target, better to leave it.

Qi Ran had barely sat down, not even spoken yet, when Liang Bo’an’s cold voice cut in:

“Get lost.”

…What the hell? He didn’t even glance at her before telling her to scram? How rude! Qi Ran knew this wasn’t some man’s usual hard-to-get tactic. Her eyes flashed.

Never before had anyone shamed her like this. Hmph. Now she was even more determined. She didn’t believe there was a man alive who could resist her.

“A gentleman wouldn’t ignore a lady offering her kindness,” Qi Ran raised her glass slightly toward him. “A toast to you.”

Liang Bo’an finally lifted his gaze, sweeping it briefly over her before looking away again.

That one look—so indifferent, so dismissive—made Qi Ran’s expression stiffen. She wasn’t overconfident, but wherever she went, she was the center of attention. And this man… what was his deal?

Startled, angry, and yet more intrigued, Qi Ran found her curiosity intensifying. At first it had just been his appearance. But now, provoked by his coldness, she was determined to conquer him.

Hmph. She didn’t believe there was any man she couldn’t handle.

“Bad mood? They say drinking only makes your sorrows heavier. Drinking like this won’t help.” Her tone was soft, almost sighing.

Liang Bo’an gave no response. He didn’t even turn his head, just kept drinking.

Damn it! Qi Ran was about to explode. Since when had she ever been treated like this? She’d come over herself, and he dismissed her without care. Her fighting spirit surged—she would not give up!

“How about we play a game? I guarantee you’ll be drunk fast, won’t remember a thing, and it’ll be fun.”

Not waiting for his reply, Qi Ran called a waiter, ordered several items and bottles of strong liquor, her face alight with excitement.

Liang Bo’an, irritated by her persistence, finally looked at her properly.

Pretty indeed. Seductive but not vulgar—obviously a decent woman. But what was she trying to do now?

Thinking he had nothing better to do anyway, he set down his glass, leaned back on the sofa, and watched her coldly.

Sensing his gaze, Qi Ran’s heart gave a little flutter. Finally, he was willing to look at her properly. That wasn’t easy. When had she ever lowered herself this much for a man?

When everything was ready, Qi Ran turned to him, arching a brow with a smile. “Dare you? If you get drunk, maybe I’ll be kind enough to send you to a hotel.”

“Let’s see.” Liang Bo’an curled his lips into a rare smile. Killing time, nothing more—what did it matter how?

That smile shook Qi Ran’s composure, her heart beating a little faster. Damn… with that wicked face, a single smile could steal souls. His eyes were like spring water, deep and mesmerizing.

Controlling herself, she maintained her calm expression and smiled back. “The game’s called Just Messing With You.” She explained the rules, which he picked up instantly.

But knowing the rules didn’t mean winning. Qi Ran had grown up playing this. There were countless tricks, and Liang Bo’an was no match for her.

So, one by one, the glasses of carefully mixed strong liquor ended up in Liang Bo’an’s stomach. He never refused.

Even with his impressive tolerance, such drinking soon made him tipsy. And then… truly drunk. He leaned back against the sofa, brows furrowed, cheeks faintly flushed.

Such a picture of a drunken beauty—it left Qi Ran dazed. Damn… how could a man be this devastatingly attractive? Her heart pounded, her face flushed.

Coughing lightly, she gathered herself. At least she’d managed to get him drunk. That was his punishment for embarrassing her earlier. Let him stay here all night—whatever hangover he had tomorrow wasn’t her problem!

She picked up her bag, ready to leave. But just as she stood, she heard him let out a low groan, clearly uncomfortable.

She frowned, glancing back. The tall, imposing man was now slumped, utterly drunk. Whether it was the alcohol or the dim lighting, his figure seemed oddly vulnerable, and it unsettled her.

She wanted to leave—but her feet wouldn’t move. After a struggle, she let out a reluctant humph and went back.

“Fine, just this once. Consider it me doing a good deed for the day. I’ll send you to a hotel. A grown man looking this pitiful—it’s almost shameful.”

Muttering, she completely ignored the fact that she was the one who’d gotten him into this pitiful state in the first place.