The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 33
Confession
The cold autumn rain fell steadily throughout the night, and Rong Xiao hadn’t slept at all. Yu Bu Wen had been sent away by him, he had standing in front of him like a lost soul, as if he were going to die tomorrow, and it annoyed Rong Xiao.
He stayed in the damp courtyard until midnight before returning to his room.
Wen Yan was still sleeping peacefully, the room warmer than outside, his cheeks rosy, and lips tinted red.
Rong Xiao softened at the sight of him.
His fingers gently stroked Wen Yan’s eyebrows, eyes, and lips.
In the past, he didn’t understand what love meant.
Having lived for so long, he had seen a lot, witnessed countless lovers who sought life and death for love and hatred.
But he had never been moved; he found the sight irritating.
However, now he had finally experienced it.
Just by watching Wen Yan sleep, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. If someone were to take Wen Yan away from him at this moment, he would spare no effort to eliminate them, just like how he dealt with Zhuyan clan—cruel and ruthless.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Wen Yan for a while. It was the first time in his life that he felt so perplexed.
He didn’t know what to do with Wen Yan.
The first and only time he felt moved had come too late, at such an inopportune time. He didn’t even have the time left to spend his entire life with Wen Yan.
If he truly cared for Wen Yan, he should send him away now. Prolonging the inevitable would only make it more painful. Humans tend to forget; the passionate love they experience at seventeen or eighteen fades quickly, perhaps forgotten in a few years.
Wen Yan was still so young, charming, and likable; he had plenty of opportunities to meet outstanding young people who admired him. Those people would love him and accompany him for a lifetime.
But just thinking about that scene, imagining Wen Yan holding someone else’s hand, a violent emotion surged in Rong Xiao’s heart.
He wasn’t as powerful as he thought; he had weaknesses and attachments.
All of it invested in Wen Yan.
Rong Xiao lowered his head and placed a kiss on Wen Yan’s lips.
When he had just relieved Wen Yan, his kisses were passionate and forceful, not allowing any resistance from Wen Yan.
But now, in the silence of the late night, this kiss became tender and lingering, like moonlight scattered on a lake.
He had to admit to himself; he couldn’t bear to send Wen Yan away.
Wen Yan slept soundly until morning, enjoying a night of peaceful sleep.
Although the rain had stopped outside, the sky remained overcast, and the windows and doors were closed, casting a dim light inside the room.
Wen Yan blinked for a while, still unable to determine the time. When he picked up his phone, he realized it was almost ten o’clock.
And Rong Xiao was not in the room.
The other side of the bed next to him was neat, as if no one had slept there—cold and empty.
Wen Yan, feeling puzzled, sat up. His brain was still sluggish, taking quite a while to slowly recall what he and Rong Xiao had done yesterday. His face turned red as he remembered, and his heartbeat quickened.
But he quickly regained his composure.
Because the room was too quiet, and the celebration of the Feather God had already ended. The seal had been dealt with, and Rong Xiao had no business to attend to. So why wasn’t he in the room?
As he was contemplating, the door of the room was pushed open.
Rong Xiao walked over, pulled open the curtains in the room, and bright daylight poured in, dispelling the dimness inside.
Then he sat down next to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan had just been mentally berating Rong Xiao, but now that he was sitting in front of him, he couldn’t find the words to speak.
Because Rong Xiao looked very serious, with a calm and even somewhat indifferent expression. He silently stared at Wen Yan, giving off the feeling that he was about to announce something of great national importance.
Wen Yan’s heart drummed, and the momentum he had just built up to settle the score with Rong Xiao slipped away. He couldn’t help but speculate in a bad direction. Could it be that Rong Xiao had truly changed after one night and wanted to cut ties with him?
Wen Yan clutched the blanket and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that… Where did you go just now? I didn’t see you all morning.”
This was pure pretense because he had just woken up less than ten minutes ago.
Rong Xiao bluntly pierced through his act. “I came in half an hour ago, and you weren’t awake.”
Wen Yan pouted, not engaging with his words, and asked again, “Did you go to have breakfast?”
Rong Xiao shook his head. “No, I went to get something.”
He opened his palm, revealing a translucent white seed, rounded at one end and slightly pointed at the other, about the size of a fingernail.
Wen Yan recognized it; it was the seed from the Feather God celebration parade.
“What are you doing with this?” he asked curiously.
Rong Xiao gave him a deep look.
“Do you remember the wish you made to me under that tree?” Rong Xiao asked.
Wen Yan certainly remembered.
Under that tree, with the parade passing by, the music playing melodiously, and the fireworks bursting in the sky, he and Rong Xiao were hidden by the myriad branches and leaves, creating an intimate space for just the two of them.
And he made a wish to Rong Xiao—
“I wish the monster I liked would also like me.”
Wen Yan looked at Rong Xiao, repeating the wish in a soft voice.
In this quiet room, the sunlight had already appeared from behind the clouds. Wen Yan sat on the bed, disheveled hair like a bird’s nest, and Rong Xiao sat across from him, dignified as if ready for a formal banquet.
In the blink of an eye, the seed in Rong Xiao’s hand sprouted and bloomed.
The flower was also white, with a touch of crimson in the center. The petals were soft, and the green branches were delicate and slender.
Rong Xiao placed this flower in Wen Yan’s hand.
In the customs of Shadow Mountain, when the Feather God’s seed blossomed, it symbolized the realization of the petitioner’s wishes.
Rong Xiao leaned over and gently kissed Wen Yan’s lips.
“Your wish has come true,” he said.
He lightly bit Wen Yan’s lip, and the reflection of Wen Yan’s stunned expression was mirrored in Rong Xiao’s emerald eyes.
“Wen Yan, in the years I’m alive, I belong to you.”