The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 32
Surrender
Wen Yan, being young, couldn’t withstand the stimulation. In no time, he surrendered and yielded.
Rong Xiao stood up and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. He appeared indifferent, as if what had just happened was no big deal. Meanwhile, Wen Yan, left on the bed, was nearly going insane.
After the release, Wen Yan’s momentarily lost intelligence returned. As the effects of the spirit wine wore off, he regained his senses.
He vividly remembered how he had clung to Rong Xiao, and how Rong Xiao had responded…
“Ah ah ah ah ah!”
Just recalling the scene was enough to overwhelm even the most innocent young boy. Wen Yan, clutching the blanket, rolled all over the bed.
“Do you monsters all play like this?! Can’t you be as pure as us humans?!”
Wen Yan buried himself in the blanket, his face as red as a boiled egg.
Meanwhile, Rong Xiao returned as if nothing had happened. Sitting at the bedside, he calmly asked, “Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Wen Yan stared at his sexy lips, feeling like his soul was about to leave his body. He was comfortable everywhere now, except for being on the verge of exploding.
Struggling, he popped his head out from the blanket, asking Rong Xiao in a muffled voice, “What did you just… why didn’t you find it… dirty?”
He felt embarrassed and tried to cover it up with stammering words.
Rong Xiao, however, calmly retorted, “Didn’t you ask me not to leave? I was going to get a physician, and you held onto me and wouldn’t let go.”
“But you also couldn’t…” Wen Yan was anxious and agitated, stammering and protesting in a hushed voice, “You just couldn’t, couldn’t you use your hands?”
Rong Xiao glanced at him and asked, not very pleased, “Are you suggesting that you think you’ve been taken advantage of?”
Wen Yan shook his head vigorously.
Absolutely not. It was clear that Rong Xiao was the one who suffered a big loss.
After Rong Xiao asked this question, the room suddenly fell silent.
Both of them seemed to have just realized the awkwardness of the situation. One sat on the bed, the other shrank in the blanket, and neither spoke.
Rong Xiao recalled what had just happened and felt like he had gone crazy.
With his identity and such a difficult temperament, he had done one impulsive thing after another for Wen Yan, a weak human. He was no longer himself.
Self-mockingly, he thought that perhaps he was getting too old, so he acted without considering the consequences.
Meanwhile, Wen Yan, after overcoming the initial embarrassment, gradually regained his senses.
He peeked out from the blanket again, looking at Rong Xiao.
He remembered his confession to Rong Xiao under the tree a couple of days ago, full of enthusiasm. However, Rong Xiao’s expression at the time left him puzzled and hurt. Rong Xiao did not respond, making him sad for a long time, and even that courageous spirit was extinguished.
But now… his lost courage had returned.
It even swelled.
He reached out from the blanket again, grabbed Rong Xiao’s sleeve, and shook it gently.
“What are you doing?” Rong Xiao asked.
Unable to contain a smile, Wen Yan, with a red face, looked like a cunning little fox.
With a hint of triumph in his tone, he asked softly, “Rong Xiao, do you secretly like me too but are too embarrassed to admit it?”
His voice was soft, yet in the silent autumn night, it sounded like thunder.
Rong Xiao’s eyes flickered slightly.
But Wen Yan didn’t give him a chance to speak.
“Don’t be in a hurry to deny it, and don’t try to avoid it,” Wen Yan held onto Rong Xiao’s sleeve, listing the evidence one by one, “Look, you came to save me, kissed me after saving me. Although it was my request, I didn’t ask you to stick out your tongue. At night, you gave me a bracelet, which can be considered a token of affection. And just now… you helped me with…. You know in your heart; you willingly helped, right?”
Wen Yan settled his accounts with Rong Xiao one by one, speaking more confidently as he went on, gazing at Rong Xiao with burning eyes.
There was undisguised joy on his face, and even before Rong Xiao could say anything, he had stamped the seal of approval on his and Rong Xiao’s relationship.
“Don’t try to deny it again. I can understand if you feel embarrassed, but if you try to avoid it again, I’ll really move out.”
He had grasped Rong Xiao’s weak point.
He was convinced that Rong Xiao liked him. No matter what Rong Xiao said, he knew Rong Xiao had him in his heart. So, he had gained the upper hand, confidently revealing his cards.
Rong Xiao, however, remained silent.
He looked at Wen Yan quietly, wondering if he felt helpless or self-mocking.
He was truly not the same as before; his heart had softened. He let a human cub hold onto a handle and threaten him.
Indeed, he had acted recklessly just now, delivering such significant evidence directly into Wen Yan’s hands.
Wen Yan was right. If he didn’t like it, how could he have condescended to do such a thing for Wen Yan?
Yet, he still did not speak, his eyes showing a complexity that was hard to decipher.
He reached out and touched Wen Yan’s eyelids, his fingers gently brushing over Wen Yan’s eyebrows.
He watched as Wen Yan’s eyelids became heavier, unable to resist falling asleep.
This time, it wasn’t him acting secretly. After the effects of the spirit wine were released, Wen Yan would enter a state of emptiness.
“Don’t stay silent… you can’t escape it…”
Wen Yan continued to question him before falling asleep.
But the next second, he couldn’t resist the drowsiness and fell over.
Rong Xiao lifted him, covered him with the blanket, but instead of sitting back on the bed, he opened the door and went out to sit under the eaves.
The night outside was quiet, and the world was silent. Even the sound of insects had faded away, replaced by sporadic noises in the grass.
Suddenly, rain started to fall from the sky. At first, it was drizzling, but soon it turned into pouring rain.
In this rain, drops of blood seeped down from the floor, the blood that flowed from Rong Xiao. Dripping into the soil, it was washed away by the rain.
At first, it was just a thin line, but soon the blood color intensified, forming a small pool of blood.
Rong Xiao didn’t even glance at his own wound.
He had known that his old injury would flare up a few days ago. When he rescued Wen Yan from the Zhuyan clan, he had used significant force. The physician had warned him that excessive use of demonic power would worsen his condition.
Now, this wound could no longer be concealed. Blood had soaked through his clothes, staining his plain outer robe a deep red.
Yet, he seemed impervious to pain, calmly watching the autumn rain.
He recalled the first day he saw Wen Yan.
A seventeen year-old young man sat sulkily on the sofa, apparently upset with someone. It was summer, and Wen Yan, in a refreshing white shirt, had a clean and handsome profile. When he heard footsteps, he turned to look at Rong Xiao. The eyes that were angry just moments ago suddenly turned into shock and then, like stars, lit up.
Later, Wen Yan asked him if he had fallen for him at their first meeting.
He said no, but that was a lie.
The first time he saw Wen Yan, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, accompanied by a slight pain that quickly vanished.
Rong Xiao closed his eyes, feeling a sense of powerlessness for the first time in his life.
He had to admit that he had clearly fallen for the human sleeping in the room.
This was the first time he understood what it meant to be moved, but it came at such an inappropriate time.
Rong Xiao looked down at his gruesome wound on his waist and abdomen, a horrific, bloody sight that was nauseating to look at.
Wen Yan, being human, still didn’t understand the significance of this injury.
This was from the great chaos three thousand years ago when he was injured by the magma of the earth’s veins, a wound completely incomparable to ordinary injuries. Over the years, this wound had never healed, and being able to endure until now was already fortunate. During the last check-up by the physician, he had to announce that if he didn’t receive treatment, his lifespan might be less than ten years…
Rong Xiao didn’t know how long he had been sitting in the courtyard. The blood from his wound continued to flow freely. The smell of blood in the courtyard became increasingly strong, overpowering even the rain.
Finally, he successfully called over Yu Bu Wen, who stayed in the adjacent courtyard.
Yu Bu Wen flipped over the wall of the courtyard and, at a glance, saw Rong Xiao under the eaves. He furrowed his brows.
“I knew there was a smell of blood. I thought a monster was attacking. I didn’t expect it to be you, courting death.”
Yu Bu wen stood in front of Rong Xiao, realizing the severity of the injury. Fortunately, he always carried medicine with him and immediately knelt down to help Rong Xiao treat his wound.
He applied the medicine to Rong Xiao’s wound and handed him a pill from his pocket without mercy. “Please do it yourself. I won’t pamper you like the young master.”
Rong Xiao had no choice but to take the medicine, looking fatigued.
The more Yu Bu Wen treated the wound, the more shocked he became. He intended to say a few words to Rong Xiao, who was watching the rain in the middle of the night without sleeping, not taking medicine. What kind of mental illness was this? However, when he looked at Rong Xiao’s disenchanted face, he swallowed the words.
Forget it. This old monster probably didn’t want to live that much.
He sighed and said, “Your injury is really life-threatening. Luckily, you have the Little Master. It’ll be fine when he turns eighteen.”
He paused and couldn’t help but speak for Wen Yan, “I really don’t understand you. The young master and you are a match made in heaven. You have an ailment, and he has the cure. You do care about him, but you’re dragging your feet. I know you think you’ve lived long enough, but don’t you want to spend a few more years with the little Master?”
Since he knew about Wen Yan, he had been eagerly hoping that Rong Xiao would marry him soon, especially considering how likable Wen Yan was.
Upon hearing Yu Bu Wen’s last words, Rong Xiao chuckled sarcastically.
All the monsters were waiting for him to marry Wen Yan. Even those who didn’t like him marrying a human had to consider his status. They all hoped that Wen Yan would turn eighteen soon.
Except for him, who didn’t want that.
He lowered his head and asked Yu Bu Wen, “You just said that it would be fine when Wen Yan turns eighteen. Do you really think so?”
Yu Bu Wen hesitated for a moment and nodded. He keenly sensed that Rong Xiao’s mood was not right.
Rong Xiao laughed again, his eyes cold. “Is this what Qi Kong told you? Did he not tell you what would happen to Wen Yan after he healed my injuries?”
“What do you mean…”
A bad feeling arose in Yu Bu Wen’s heart.
Rong Xiao and Yu Bu Wen locked eyes.
In the courtyard, the rain was pouring heavily, and the rain sound had become quite loud. In this clamor, Rong Xiao’s voice was clear and powerful.
“When Wen Yan marries me, it’s through the exchange of vital energy during consummation. But this is not mutual cultivation; it’s more like using him as a furnace. I unilaterally extract his spiritual energy. When his spiritual energy is depleted by me…”
Rong Xiao closed his eyes, finally feeling a chill on this autumn day.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years and finally had someone he wanted to cherish and stay with. He had never valued his own life before; he had lived for so long that he was tired of it, not wanting to exist in this world.
But fate had given him Wen Yan.
Given him a desire to live.
Then it pushed him into a desperate situation.
He paused for a moment before finding the strength to say the second sentence, revealing Wen Yan’s fate.
“When his spiritual energy is drained by me, he has only one path to death. The better outcome is death from exhaustion, and the worse outcome is the dispersal of his soul, disappearing completely from this world.”
As soon as Rong Xiao finished speaking, thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, breaking the silence of the long night.
Rong Xiao’s wound had stopped bleeding, but the smell of blood in the courtyard lingered. The air had been completely soaked by rain, chilling to the bone.
After hearing this, Yu Bu Wen was already dumbfounded, kneeling there like a frozen statue.
He truly didn’t know that healing through someone with a spirit Bone would have such consequences.
In the rain, Rong Xiao asked him again.
“Yu Bu Wen, even after knowing this, do you still want me to marry Wen Yan?”
Yu Bu Wen couldn’t find the words to say.
Through the paper door behind Rong Xiao, he could vaguely see the furnishings inside. On the bed, Wen Yan slept unknowingly. He was oblivious to everything that was happening outside.
“Sometimes, I think if I hadn’t let Wen Yan move in, it might have been better,” Rong Xiao regretted, but there was no regret in his tone. “If I hadn’t let him move in, maybe I wouldn’t have fallen in love with him.”
He finally admitted to his liking for Wen Yan in such a casually understated tone.
He had indeed lost to Wen Yan.