The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 38
Red Thread 2
Wen Yan had never done anything significantly bad in his life. The most rebellious thing he had done was skipping class in high school with Li Zheng. However, those two troublemakers spent their time idly and ended up playing chess in a bubble tea shop all afternoon.
But now, in the quiet of the night, taking advantage of the fact that his parents and the maid were all asleep, with security guards at the villa’s entrance, he secretly sneaked Rong Xiao in. This was a covert operation.
The level of mischief escalated by five notches.
“I must be really bad,” he thought seriously with a stern face.
Then he turned his head and nestled into Rong Xiao’s arms.
“Auntie usually wakes me up around nine; you should leave early tomorrow,” he instructed, “Although my parents are quite accepting, finding a male monster in my bed early in the morning might be too much for them.”
Rong Xiao agreed without objection.
His attention was on Wen Yan and the spacious room. Wen Yan had moved here with his parents when he was five, and he had grown up here for the past thirteen years. Every inch of the place bore Wen Yan’s imprint, and the air was filled with his presence.
Unable to resist, Rong Xiao examined the room, wondering how Wen Yan’s life was before he met him.
The furnishings were simple and elegant, slightly delicate for a boy. Blue wallpaper, silver-gray furniture, a sofa with numerous soft cushions in the corner, a fluffy footstool underneath, and a bookshelf filled with books and action figures. There were also various photos of Wen Yan over the thirteen years, all neatly protected in a delicate glass cabinet.
While he was scrutinizing, Wen Yan, unusually quiet, touched his ring finger with a smile on his lips.
After a while, Rong Xiao noticed and asked, “Why do you keep touching my finger?”
He thought Wen Yan, like a child, liked to hold onto something before going to sleep.
Wen Yan looked at him with a tender gaze, unsure if it was affection or just drowsiness. However, his voice was soft and gentle, teasing Rong Xiao.
“Do you remember what I said when we first met?” Wen Yan questioned, lacking any authority.
Rong Xiao had indeed forgotten until Wen Yan hinted and touched his own ring finger again. Only then did he recall.
When they first met, Wen Yan had told him that there was a red thread tying their fingers together. Initially, it appeared only on Wen Yan’s hand, but when he saw Rong Xiao, the red thread automatically intertwined.
At that time, Rong Xiao thought Wen Yan was just making things up, a cute trick for courtship, and he didn’t take it too seriously.
But at this moment, his mood changed a bit.
He asked, “Do we really have a red thread on our fingers?”
Wen Yan yawned, and his voice became somewhat muffled.
Finding a more comfortable position in Rong Xiao’s arms, he said slowly, “Yes, why would I lie to you? And when you took me to the canyon for our date, the red thread glowed. When you confessed to me, the red thread glowed again. I touched your hand just now because the place where my finger is tied with the red thread felt very warm.”
He laboriously moved his fingers in front of Rong Xiao’s eyes, using his thumbnail to trace a small circle at the base of the ring finger. “Right here. I’m not lying to you.”
Yet, when Rong Xiao looked again under the indoor lighting, he could only see Wen Yan’s fair and tender skin.
There was no sign of the red thread.
However, he couldn’t help but want to believe Wen Yan’s words.
Perhaps there really was a red thread, accidentally binding him and Wen Yan together.
Wen Yan, feeling drowsy, asked Rong Xiao before falling asleep, “I don’t really know where this red thread comes from. But according to those supernatural novels, could it be that we had a connection in our past lives?”
That sounded beautiful.
He finished his sentence but didn’t wait for Rong Xiao’s reply. After a few seconds, he fell asleep, snoring softly, with his face pressed against Rong Xiao’s chest, looking content in his dreams.
But Rong Xiao’s gaze darkened slightly.
Wen Yan wondered if they had a connection in their past lives.
He was willing to believe it.
But over the years, the only person he had loved was the one he had completely forgotten, a person named Xiu.
Although he had no impression of that person, he oddly remembered how Xiu died.
To repair the earth’s veins, Xiu’s soul scattered, and he perished along with the evil spirits in purgatory, never to be reincarnated.
The ending was too tragic.
He would never want Wen Yan to experience that.
He hugged Wen Yan’s shoulders, and the cellphone on the nearby table vibrated.
He picked it up and found a message from the medical center that had been working for him. The latest medication would be available in no more than half a month. They asked him to schedule a time to come for a trial, or they could send a physician to treat him at home.
Rong Xiao glanced at Wen Yan and replied with a few words, “Got it, I will come over.”
True to his word, Rong Xiao left the next day just before Auntie called everyone to wake up.
Wen Yan, still drowsy, walked to the balcony to see him off.
“How many days are you planning to stay here?” Rong Xiao asked.
Wen Yan, still half asleep, replied, “Hard to say. It depends on when my parents get tired of me.”
Rong Xiao was speechless; didn’t that mean he might not come back for a lifetime?
But seeing Wen Yan too sleepy to speak, he didn’t say much. Similar to the night before, he silently left, disappearing into the morning sunlight.
Wen Yan showed no signs of sadness at parting and quickly crawled back into bed, clinging tightly to his bed as if it were his lifeline.
His classes that day were all in the afternoon. At noon, Auntie specially made a table of his favorite dishes, and he kept burping until he reached the classroom.
The afternoon brought the most sleep-inducing class, the lecture on Marxism.
As usual, Wen Yan sat in the back with Li Zheng, saving a seat for Jin Yueze.
Jin Yueze arrived just as the class bell rang, carrying a stack of papers in his hand. Once he sat down, he distributed the papers to Wen Yan and Li Zheng.
Wen Yan took a look and saw that it was a club registration form.
Written at the top in large letters was “Supernatural Phenomena Research Club.”
Wen Yan frowned. “What’s this?”
Li Zheng, next to him, was equally puzzled.
Jin Yueze pushed up his glasses. “This is the club I applied to establish, dedicated to researching various supernatural and mysterious phenomena. Of course, when applying to the school, I stated that we would discover science from the supernatural. The club needs a minimum of three members to apply for establishment and recruit new members.”
His eyes shifted from behind the lenses, sweeping across Wen Yan and Li Zheng, soulfully asking, “Aren’t we good friends?”
Wen Yan and Li Zheng exchanged glances.
Fine, what else is there to say? Let’s sign.
While filling out the form, Wen Yan questioned, “Why did you start this? Looking for inspiration for your novels? But what can you find in school?”
Jin Yueze, leaning back, refused to communicate.
Wen Yan sighed, alright then, exploring is necessary for writing novels.
He secretly whispered to Li Zheng, “Yueze is quite good at recruiting members. There are only three in total, one is the young master of a demon family, one is the fiance of a bigwig in the demon world. Who in the world would dare to join?”
Li Zheng, finishing his form, also picked up a pen in agreement.
Wen Yan and Li Zheng signed the form, purely out of brotherhood, accompanying Jin Yueze in this mischief.
Every move in this school was monitored. It was impossible for any real monsters or demons to exist.
But to their surprise, Jin Yueze’s Supernatural Phenomena Research Club did manage to deceive a few members.
And not long after, in this seemingly well-guarded school, something truly “supernatural” happened.