The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 72
To Please
That evening, Wen Yan was exhausted to the point of tears as he slept. He seemed as if he had been fiercely bullied, whimpering and sniffling in his sleep.
Yet, even in his fatigue, he still held onto Rong Xiao’s hand, obediently nestling beside him.
Rong Xiao’s hand was much larger than his, but Wen Yan insisted on holding it tightly, occasionally tracing Rong Xiao’s ring finger with his own fingers.
A red thread, invisible to others, was tied around that ring finger, connecting their past lives and present. Rong Xiao also wore a jade ring visible to everyone, symbolizing his commitment to Wen Yan.
The next morning, Wen Yan woke up thinking he had been forgiven. He had slept, and getting angry again didn’t seem appropriate. Besides, the old monster always doted on him. Even if his crimes were unforgivable, there was no rush to settle scores; they had a lifetime to figure things out.
However, to his surprise, Rong Xiao seemed to have changed his attitude completely after their night together. Despite the fiery passion of the previous night, where he left hickeys all over Wen Yan’s body, Rong Xiao turned cold and distant after getting out of bed, as if they were strangers.
Rong Xiao chatted with Su Meng and Qin You in the living room after breakfast, his expression unchanged. However, he deliberately avoided looking directly at Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was shaking with anger. What was this?
Three days without any response!
He sat in the dining room, eating breakfast and occasionally glancing towards the living room. Every time he saw Rong Xiao’s calm and collected demeanor, his frustration deepened.
This was unbearable. He had never suffered such humiliation before. With a drooping face and lowered brows, he looked pitiable.
Meanwhile, Yu Bu Wen watched and laughed. As he poured milk, he teased Wen Yan, “Master’s temper is really something. Previously, anyone who offended him would be skinned alive. Young Master, a simple apology for one night is not enough. It should last at least a month.”
Wen Yan’s eyes shot towards Yu Bu Wen like small knives.
Yu Bu Wen wasn’t afraid. The tables turned, and now it was Wen Yan’s turn to be the paper tiger.
He lightly chuckled and suggested to Wen Yan, “I’m planning to make osmanthus cake for the master. Do you want to help? Even if you can’t make it, at least you will have tried.”
Wen Yan thought it was a good idea, gulped down his milk, and followed Yu Bu Wen into the kitchen.
Yu Bu Wen prepared the ingredients, chatting with Wen Yan. “It’s strange; the master has never liked sweets, but he is willing to eat osmanthus cake, though with less sugar.”
Wen Yan smiled. “It’s not because he likes it; it’s because I do. In the past… or rather, in the previous life, when I came down from the mountain, I always liked to buy pastries from an old shop in the city. My favorite was osmanthus cake. I’d eat half and give him the other half. Over time, he stopped disliking it.”
Thinking back, Wen Yan felt a bit wicked. It was like forcing someone who couldn’t eat spicy food to get used to Sichuan cuisine.
However, Rong Xiao not only tolerated it but also frequently went down the mountain to buy pastries for him, casually feeding him while he read his books.
Recalling those old memories, Wen Yan’s heart softened.
He rolled up his sleeves and decided not to let Yu Bu Wen help.
“I can make osmanthus cake myself. It may not be delicious, but it won’t be bad,” he told Yu Bu Wen. “You can go rest outside; I’ll handle it myself.”
Yu Bu Wen hadn’t seen Wen Yan cook before.
This young master not only had ten fingers that never touched dishwater but also wouldn’t even help if an oil bottle fell.
He wasn’t going to compete with Wen Yan. Seeing Wen Yan actually trying his best, Yu Bu Wen went outside.
Walking to the sofa, Yu Bu Wen sat down. Su Meng and Qin You had enjoyed the show enough these past few days and finally showed a bit of conscience, remembering their friendship with Wen Yan. Su Meng asked Yu Bu Wen, “Where’s Ah Yan? What’s he doing?”
Yu Bu Wen smiled and glanced at Rong Xiao. “He’s making osmanthus cake to apologize to the master.”
Rong Xiao’s eyelashes twitched slightly, his expression showing no signs of anger.
However, he still coldly said, “Is he apologizing to me or himself? Clearly, he’s the one who likes it.”
Su Meng and Qin You both looked disdainful, feeling that he was contradicting himself.
“Give it a break. You’re obviously delighted, and Ah Yan is pampering you. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging already,” Su Meng teased. “Cherish what you have; after this, you won’t find another.”
Both Su Meng and Qin You had seen through it.
Rong Xiao had already let go of his anger. Now, it was just a matter of making Wen Yan feel a little uncomfortable.
In the kitchen, Wen Yan, relying on various magical techniques, quickly finished making the osmanthus cake. When it came time to cut and plate it, he could have used magic to do it automatically, but he chose to do it manually. He gestured with the knife a few times, cutting the whole osmanthus cake into small pieces about two fingers long.
When he reached the last piece, the knife swayed slightly, cutting into his own hand. A bloodstain marked the last osmanthus cake, staining it and the cutting board.
Wen Yan tossed the last piece away, not bothering to treat the cut on his hand, and rinsed it under the water for a moment.
After just two seconds of rinsing, the kitchen door was abruptly pushed open.
Rong Xiao walked in with a black face, went straight to Wen Yan, and grabbed his finger. He examined it, gently wiped it, and the wound on the finger instantly healed, leaving only a fresh red mark.
“Is this fun?”
Rong Xiao asked him with lowered eyes.
As a monster, he was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.
He knew very well that this house was very safe, and Wen Yan couldn’t possibly encounter danger. However, when he caught a whiff of the slightest scent of blood, he immediately barged in.
Wen Yan had a cut less than a centimeter long and still refused to treat it himself.
He thought to himself, not fun but useful. You’ve been lured in by me.
He hooked both hands around Rong Xiao’s neck, kicked off his slippers, and stood barefoot on Rong Xiao’s feet. Standing on tiptoes, he kissed Rong Xiao’s chin and lips, acting like a pitiful and clingy puppy.
“Who told you to ignore me?” he rubbed against Rong Xiao’s chin. “You’ve been talking to others all morning, ignoring me.”
Rong Xiao despised his own tendency to waver, but he still embraced Wen Yan’s waist, afraid that he might fall.
He looked at Wen Yan’s pleasing and clever eyes, and the red marks on Wen Yan’s collar made his eyes darken.
Wen Yan smiled, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the plate, and brought it to Rong Xiao’s mouth.
Rong Xiao paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth to eat it. Wen Yan quickly leaned in and bit off the other half from his mouth.
“After eating the osmanthus cake I made, you can’t ignore me. You can be angry with me, quarrel with me, but you can’t ignore me,” he hugged Rong Xiao again.
As he spoke, his face showed some seriousness. “Rong Xiao, we’ve missed too many years. I don’t want to be apart from you for a day. I can’t stand being neglected by you. If you ignore me, I’ll wither immediately.”
He really couldn’t bear it. He had been placed at the tip of Rong Xiao’s heart for too long, surrounded by gentle love. If Rong Xiao showed the slightest indifference, he would be like a frightened bird, full of anxiety.
Rong Xiao examined him, seemingly considering the credibility of his words.
In the perception of monsters, sweet words were useless; only contracts were inviolable.
He had suffered enough in his past life because he believed too much in Wen Yan’s vows. This life, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
He lowered his head and kissed Wen Yan’s eyelids. He had a plan in mind, but he didn’t express it.
He liked Wen Yan nestling in his arms, as if there was nowhere else for him to go except in his embrace.
He placed Wen Yan on the table, kissed his lips and chin, finally showing a gentle expression.
“I don’t need you to swear to me,” Rong Xiao whispered, “You made enough promises in your past life. In this life, I only look at actions. You have to prove your love with actions, not leaving me.”
Wen Yan, already intoxicated by the old monster, readily agreed, “Of course, I promise to be a good husband and show you how we humans pamper our partners.”
Rong Xiao just smiled, leaning over to kiss him again.
The plate of osmanthus cakes had gone completely cold, but fortunately, Rong Xiao didn’t mind. He shared it with Wen Yan.
Outside, Qin You, Su Meng, and Yu Bu Wen didn’t get a single piece.