The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced

The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 12

A Dance

When Rong Xiao hadn’t arrived, Wen Yan sat in the corner of the sofa, lamenting the twists and turns of his love story with a glass of champagne.

However, when Rong Xiao actually appeared in front of him, he blinked his eyes, looking at Rong Xiao with a hint of nervousness. Rong Xiao’s gaze reminded him of the high school headmaster who used to catch students in early romance—a sharp and profound gaze, as if trying to drill a hole through him.

Wen Yan slowly stood up, leaning against the back of the sofa, looking somewhat confused at him. “Why are you here?”

He was genuinely puzzled.

He didn’t expect Rong Xiao to come all the way for him. Although he was nominally Rong Xiao’s fiancé, it shouldn’t be significant enough for Rong Xiao to give up negotiations with the Ghost King.

Rong Xiao looked at him coldly. “Didn’t you ask me to come? You said you didn’t have a dance partner and could only watch others pair up.”

He repeated Wen Yan’s words slowly.

Now it seemed like a complete setup.

He had just entered and already saw someone trying to strike up a conversation with Wen Yan.

Yet, he strangely felt glad he came. At the entrance, he witnessed a pair of lovers entwined, indulging in mutual affection, which would have been inappropriate for Wen Yan in this chaotic place.

Wen Yan finally grasped the situation; Rong Xiao had come to be his dance partner.

Although fashionably late, it was still before the end of the dance party.

He didn’t make a scene, thinking he was being obedient and considerate, yet Rong Xiao still cared for him.

This realization made his heart warm slightly.

For a moment, he felt a bit at a loss.

Glancing at the time, it was already 9:10, but there was still time for one more dance.

“Well, do you want to dance the last dance with me?” He extended his hand to Rong Xiao.

Their corner was conveniently located near a window, with the bright moonlight streaming in. Wen Yan, in the soft light, seemed to glow with a gentle radiance. His eyes were translucent silver, and the white feather patterns at the corners of his eyes shimmered, resembling an elf emerging from a dream, revealing his full beauty only at this moment.

Rong Xiao observed him for a while before calmly saying, “It’s too noisy here.”

Wen Yan then realized that the dance party had transformed into a disco scene. The fairy-like girls had turned into little witches, discarding their high heels and dancing wildly.

Wen Yan could manage a bit inside, but Rong Xiao…

After envisioning the scene in his mind, Wen Yan shivered at the thought of bringing Rong Xiao into that chaos.

“Let’s not dance then,” Wen Yan suggested considerately. “I’m tired too. Let’s go back early. I want the housekeeper to make me a midnight snack.”

However, Rong Xiao raised his hand to pat his head. “We can have the midnight snack later.”

He held Wen Yan’s hand, leading him toward the center of the dance floor.

He snapped his fingers lightly, freezing time as if in an instant. The noise in the dance floor ceased, and the crowd that had been dancing wildly vanished. In the vast dance floor, only him and Wen Yan remained.

The almost extinguished candles reignited, and the bright flames danced above the withered flowers. Droplets of dew rolled down the petals, appearing suspended in mid-air.

Everything reverted to its original state. The dance party seemed to have just begun.

Wen Yan was stunned, looking left and right. Besides him and Rong Xiao, there was no one else. It was as if a world had been created out of thin air.

The melodious accompaniment began playing from an unknown corner, as if an entire orchestra was hidden behind the scenes, performing specifically for them.

“Where did you put them?” Wen Yan asked a bit awkwardly, concerned about his classmates. After all, they were his peers, and he worried about their safety. “Can they come back later?”

“They’ll be back later,” Rong Xiao replied casually. “Monsters have more ways than humans.”

He looked at Wen Yan and opened his hand again. His other hand gently rested on Wen Yan’s waist, saying softly, “I’ll dance with you only this time, just for this dance.”

He had been tolerant enough toward Wen Yan.

Any more would be too much.

However, soon, he regretted his leniency toward Wen Yan.

Because Wen Yan had completely overestimated his own dancing skills.

The so-called “passable” meant not stepping on each other’s feet while dancing.

Rong Xiao looked at him with bewilderment. He had seen Wen Yan’s entire profile and knew that the Wen family, at least locally, was considered a wealthy family. How could the heir not know basic social dance?

It was fortunate that there were only the two of them now; otherwise, the embarrassment would have nowhere to hide.

Wen Yan turned his face slightly, feeling guilty, and whispered, “It’s not entirely my fault. I’ve had poor coordination since I was a child, mainly blaming it on my dad. Also, our family advocates for joyful education, and I’ve never been forced to engage in social activities with the circle.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent so many years being carefree with Li Zheng, avoiding elite education that would have bundled him up.

Rong Xiao reluctantly accepted this explanation.

The time for one song quickly passed.

As the final note of the music faded, Wen Yan had just stood still. He looked up to say something, only to realize that the previously blocked out sounds suddenly returned.

The dance floor became crowded again, and the vanished crowd reappeared in an instant. The scents of perfume, alcohol, and sweet pastries mixed together. Young men and women danced wildly without restraint.

Yet, Rong Xiao and Wen Yan stood in the middle of the dance floor, maintaining a radius of one meter from the surrounding people.

Rong Xiao still had his arm around Wen Yan, and when he lifted his head a bit, his hair would touch Rong Xiao’s chin.

“Let’s go home,” Rong Xiao said. “The dance party is over.”

The time pointed exactly to 9:30.

In fairy tales, Cinderella revealed her true form at midnight, and everything magical turned into illusion.

However, in the reality of 9:30, Wen Yan lowered his head and noticed that Rong Xiao’s hand had loosened from his waist. When it gently closed again and opened, a fiery red multi-petaled flower bloomed in Rong Xiao’s palm.

Not a rose, nor any flower he recognized—it resembled a burning flame.

Rong Xiao pinned the flower to Wen Yan’s chest and explained, “I saw others wearing chest flowers.”

So, he gave Wen Yan one too.

Wen Yan opened his mouth but didn’t tell Rong Xiao that the chest flowers others wore were obtained by making eye contact at the dance party. It was a silent declaration.

What explanation did the flower Rong Xiao gave him need?

He touched the soft petals on his chest but said nothing.

“Sure, let’s go home,” he smiled, holding Rong Xiao’s hand and walking out.

As they left, they saw Li Zheng leaning against the wall, exchanging intimate words with the girl from the next class. Love was about to bud.

Rong Xiao raised an eyebrow, feeling the need to educate the young man from the Li family. He should understand that one must never neglect he was his duty serving the ‘bride’ at any time.

Fortunately, Wen Yan quickly dragged him away, preserving the budding love of  his friend.

On the way home, a light drizzle began to fall.

They drove past an ice cream shop, and Rong Xiao bought Wen Yan a scoop of mint-flavored ice cream.

Wen Yan shivered as he ate, but he still clung to it. Not only did he eat it himself, but he also fed Rong Xiao. Rong Xiao couldn’t avoid it, so he reluctantly wrinkled his brow and took a bite.

The refreshing taste of mint instantly melted on the tip of his tongue, like the final rain of this late summer.

At a traffic light, Rong Xiao glanced at Wen Yan. The feather patterns on Wen Yan’s face were somewhat blurred, leaving only a sparkling powder at the corners of his eyes, like stars.

He thought he had indeed indulged Wen Yan too much.

Whether it was the dance party or this intimate feeding, he had given Wen Yan too many privileges.

But he didn’t know why.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years as a monster, and before meeting Wen Yan, he hadn’t spent extended periods with humans. Humans were fragile and cunning, like fine sand slipping through one’s fingers, easily damaged by the elements.

That’s why he never liked them.

Yet, here he was now, driving specifically to take a young human home.

As Rong Xiao pondered over it, he could only attribute it to his recent efforts in self-cultivation, noticing that his temper had been improving.

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