The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 10

The Dance Party

When Wen Yan woke up again, Rong Xiao was no longer in the room. He found himself alone in bed, with the curtains still drawn.

He slapped his face to wake himself up, checked the time, and realized it was almost four o’clock. Without hesitation, he threw off the blanket and rushed downstairs.

On the second floor, he saw Rong Xiao sitting in his usual spot, reading a book. Behind him was a courtyard in full bloom, and the housekeeper was changing the flowers in the vase. When the housekeeper noticed Wen Yan coming down, he smiled at him.

Everything had returned to normal.

Wen Yan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, quickening his pace to reach Rong Xiao.

“Is your wound better?” he asked, lifting Rong Xiao’s clothes to check. He found that Rong Xiao’s abdomen had returned to normal, showing no signs of the previous bloodiness.

Rong Xiao swatted away his hand. “It’s fine, don’t touch.”

He had the demeanor of a scumbag who used and discarded.

Wen Yan sighed in amazement. Not wanting to deal with him, he turned and went to the housekeeper, requesting afternoon tea with eclairs.

…

Since Rong Xiao had nothing to do, Wen Yan had afternoon tea and then packed up to go home.

As expected, he received a welcome and pampering akin to a national treasure at home, even his mother’s demeanor softened. Although Qiao Shan and Wen Luojiang often video-called Wen Yan, seeing him in person made them truly relieved. Wen Yan seemed to be doing well, and his weight had even increased a bit, making his parents completely reassured.

They had no other way to express their parental love, so they gave Wen Yan another card along with asking the chef to prepare his favorite dishes.

Wen Yan couldn’t help but marvel. The affection in his family was always mixed with the extravagant taste of money. It was… something he really liked!

Wen Yan spent the entire weekend at home until Sunday night when he returned to Rong Xiao’s place.

Now, he was used to both sides, and going to either place felt like going home.

After dinner, he settled on the sofa, playing on his phone. However, he noticed that the class group chat was unusually lively, with messages popping up frequently. Upon checking, he found that everyone was discussing the upcoming masquerade ball in two weeks.

This event was considered a tradition in their department, held every year after the start of the semester. They rented the school’s auditorium, applied for funds from the department, and organized it in a grand manner. It was like a large-scale blind date event, resulting in numerous couples. Therefore, the single dogs in the class were particularly excited.

Wen Yan wasn’t interested in getting into a relationship, considering that, in his mind, he was already out of the single category. However, he enjoyed being part of the excitement, so he signed up.

Originally, he planned to pair up with Li Zheng, a compromise that would result in a dance that was neither impressive nor clumsy. However, now…

He silently shifted his gaze to Rong Xiao by the window.

With Rong Xiao around, who needed Li Zheng?

After a while, Rong Xiao felt the two burning gazes and looked up, only to see Wen Yan staring at him eagerly, like a puppy looking at a beloved bone.

Rong Xiao, having experienced this before, immediately asked, “What do you want?”

Wen Yan sweetly smiled, approached Rong Xiao, and sat down next to him. He asked, “Are you free next Saturday?”

Rong Xiao checked his schedule; he did have something that day. The King of Ghosts wanted to discuss the use of the border area between the ghost and monster realms.

“Sorry, I’m busy. What’s up?” Rong Xiao asked.

Wen Yan felt a bit deflated but persisted, “As long as you’re free in the evening. Our school is having a ball, and I need a dance partner.” He attempted to play the sympathy card, “Li Zheng invited someone else, and I’ll be the only one without a partner. Everyone else will be in pairs, how pitiful is that?”

Definitely a form of defamation.

Setting aside the fact that Li Zheng didn’t invite anyone, even if someone did invite him to be a dance partner, it would be enough to fill an entire classroom. It was just that he wasn’t willing.

“In that case, let Li Zheng push someone else aside. He’s your companion, so he should prioritize you,” Rong Xiao said, instantly shutting him down, “I have a meeting with the ghost king that day. I can’t attend a child’s event.”

Wen Yan immediately pulled a long face.

Not only did he feel rejected by Rong Xiao, but he also felt personally attacked. Rong Xiao had labeled him a child playing house.

In reality, what appeal did the ball have for him? He had attended numerous ones from childhood to adulthood. He just wanted to spend more time with Rong Xiao outside of the house, almost like a date. Even a walk around the school holding hands would be enough.

But Rong Xiao had important matters that day, and he couldn’t be unreasonable.

A university ball couldn’t compare to a meeting with the ghost king.

After some thought, Wen Yan didn’t continue to plead. He sat back on the sofa, curling up into a small ball, looking particularly pitiful.

He opened a gaming interface, trying to immerse himself in the virtual world to ease his inner melancholy. However, he ended up losing three games in a row, with opponents mocking his skills in the chat, making him even more frustrated.

Rong Xiao watched his changing expressions for a few minutes from the corner of his eye, from the excited anticipation to the current sulky dissatisfaction.

He didn’t know why, but an uncomfortable feeling lingered in his heart.

He had witnessed all kinds of pitiful expressions from Wen Yan, and this child’s skill in acting cute was top-notch, always able to present a face of grievance that softened anyone’s heart.

However, this time, he could discern that Wen Yan wasn’t pretending; he genuinely felt a bit disappointed.

…

For the next week, Wen Yan didn’t mention the ball again, busying himself with various lectures in different classrooms.

Despite being a prestigious university, A University’s academic workload was far from light. The teachers’ promises of freedom in university were entirely deceiving, and Wen Yan often wondered if he had truly left high school.

Surprisingly, his grades in the monster school were also good.

Everyone initially thought that as a pure human, he would surely be at the bottom, but when it came to practical exercises, he easily outperformed all the kids in the class, even surpassing Li Zheng. He had nearly set the classroom on fire during a previous lesson when the fireball he conjured became too large.

This incident was reported to Rong Xiao with great emphasis, not as a complaint about Wen Yan burning the classroom but as praise for his talent.

Rong Xiao was also quite surprised because, although natural spirit bones were abundant in spiritual energy, they were inherently lacking in cultivation. Otherwise, historical records wouldn’t consistently end with either being devoured by monsters or imprisoned.

Encountering someone like Wen Yan, who could skillfully use his own spiritual power, was a rarity in thousands of years.

However, Rong Xiao didn’t tell Wen Yan about this. Sharing it might add a psychological burden, so he chose to let Wen Yan freely showcase his abilities with confidence.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the ball arrived.

Although he didn’t manage to secure his desired dance partner, Wen Yan was still prepared to attend. His relationships with classmates in the department were good, and with only three classes in their year, it was a quasi-gathering, allowing the three classes to deepen their understanding.

Since it was a masquerade ball, everyone dressed up in various styles. Most people aimed to enhance their appearance.

Wen Yan’s wardrobe was never short of custom-made clothing. He picked a pure white robe for the formal occasion, dyed his hair a silver-gray shade, wore silver-colored contact lenses, and had the housekeeper paint white feathers on his face, just beside his eye.

Already handsome, this attire made him even more captivating than the supernatural beings, resembling a peacock displaying its plumage. Even moonlight seemed gentler when it fell on him.

But soon, he felt disheartened. What was the use of dressing up so nicely when Rong Xiao wouldn’t be his dance partner? He felt like he was wasting his charm on others.

At six o’clock, Wen Yan left on time, and Li Zheng was waiting for him outside. Li Zheng wore a black suit and a peculiar thief mask on his face, a matching choice for the occasion.

There was another person in the car, their mutual good friend Jin Yueze. Jin Yueze, from a different department, joined them with their invitation cards. His dress was quite casual—a black robe and lips painted pitch-black, making his fair skin look even paler, enough to give nightmares to anyone who glanced at him.

Wen Yan sat between the two, like a pearl in a pile of coal, shining brightly.

He curiously tugged at Jin Yueze’s clothes, “What are you dressed as?”

Jin Yueze, munching on potato chips, expressionless, replied, “The Grim Reaper. My scythe is in the trunk.”

Wen Yan: “…………”

Looking at the potato chip crumbs all over Jin Yueze, he felt that this Grim Reaper had absolutely no intimidation factor.