The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 4

The Red Thread

Before moving, Wen Yan spent a whole hour contemplating.

Since he and Rong Xiao had become engaged, would they be staying in the same room after moving? It’s said that to cultivate a relationship, they had to take a bold step forward, right?

Sigh— He was just a pure and innocent little chick who hadn’t even experienced his first love. Was it really necessary to start with something so stimulating?

Wen Yan rubbed his flushed face and thought that the customs in the demon world were indeed bold. Should he just go along with it, or not?

He then turned and ordered a few sets of sexy pajamas.

Even though his romantic experience couldn’t match others’, he couldn’t lose in terms of momentum!

Gotta have some style!

However, reality turned out differently.

Led by the housekeeper, Wen Yan ascended to the second floor. The housekeeper kindly opened the door on the left, saying, “Young Master, this is the bedroom prepared for you. Are you satisfied?”

Wen Yan took a peek.

The entire room was decorated in various shades of blue, refreshing and clean, giving a sense of freshness like a summer sky. However, he noticed that everything in the room seemed to be for one person only.

Wen Yan turned around, leaned against the railing, and asked Rong Xiao, who was downstairs drinking tea, “Where do you sleep?”

Rong Xiao nearly choked on his tea.

When they were arranging the room yesterday, the housekeeper had consulted him about whether they should arrange for Wen Yan and him to share a room.

He couldn’t understand this question at all and thought the housekeeper’s thoughts were very dirty. Where would a teenager willingly share a room with someone else?

A teenager in the demon world was not even considered a cub; it was more like an unopened egg.

The housekeeper calmly said, “Not necessarily.”

But today, Wen Yan actually came to ask him…

Rong Xiao looked up and looked at Wen Yan’s pure and cute face, unable to detect any impurity. “I sleep on the third floor,” he calmly replied.

Wen Yan immediately put on a disappointed expression.

It seemed like they intentionally separated them into different rooms.

He returned to the door of his own room, scanned it again, and found the room spacious and well-decorated. Facing the lush greenery outside the window, the room provided a refreshing view, shielding the hot sunlight from the outside.

Wen Yan said, “I really like it. Thank you for your efforts.”

The housekeeper smiled, “You don’t have to be reserved with me. If there’s anything, feel free to ask me. I’ll take care of your luggage for you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave. Dinner is at seven, let me know if you have any dietary preferences.”

An all-around housekeeper.

Wen Yan stared blankly at the housekeeper’s departing figure and felt a lot of sympathy. Such a large mansion with a courtyard, and only one person in charge—quite miserable.

“By the way, Mr. Housekeeper, what’s your name?” Wen Yan suddenly remembered.

The housekeeper raised his head from the stairs, “My name is Yu Bu Wen.”

Wen Yan wanted to compliment him, but the name really left him speechless. He could only say vaguely, “A unique name.”

Yu Bu Wen pointed to Rong Xiao on the sofa, “Given by the master. He told me to talk less and not ask too many questions.”

Wen Yan’s eyes instantly accused him. As a chatterbox, not letting him talk was definitely one of the top ten tortures.

Too inhumane.

There was still quite some time before dinner, so Wen Yan assessed the environment he would be living in for at least the next six months. He realized that his window faced the lake, and beyond the backyard, there was a sparkling lake, blocking the scorching sunlight from outside.

However, he didn’t want to wander around other people’s homes when he just arrived, so he casually explored where he would be staying for a while. Afterward, he came back down and sat on the sofa in the living room, facing Rong Xiao.

There were many small throw pillows on the sofa. He casually picked one up and placed it in his arms, resting his chin on it, his round, black eyes staring at Rong Xiao.

It was cute, but Rong Xiao couldn’t drink his tea while being watched like that. “What are you looking at?” he asked, setting down his tea.

Wen Yan wasn’t actually looking at anything; he just didn’t have anything to do.

But since Rong Xiao asked, he tilted his head and decided to start a conversation. “I want to ask you, you probably don’t want to marry me, right? Letting me move in is just a casual good deed to deal with the Demon Bureau.”

Wen Yan moved a little closer to Rong Xiao.

He wasn’t stupid; he could see that currently, he was the only one interested, and Rong Xiao’s attitude towards him was, at best, polite.

“Yeah.”

“Then when you saw me the day before yesterday, did you feel any romantic feelings?” Wen Yan asked again.

Rong Xiao paused, and his eyelashes drooped. He didn’t look at Wen Yan.

“No.”

Wen Yan wasn’t surprised either. He sighed, “I knew it.”

Where in the world did love at first sight happen so quickly?

Rong Xiao said, “You’re too unfamiliar to me and too young. You’re still in high school. Don’t think about love affairs; focus on studying a bit more…”

Wen Yan’s face darkened, “Who’s still in high school? I started school early. I took the college entrance exam at seventeen and just escaped from hell two months ago. Love is reasonable and legal to me at this point.”

Rong Xiao fell silent.

Wen Yan shrugged, not feeling discouraged.

He had fallen in love at first sight with Rong Xiao, but he couldn’t expect others to reciprocate. Feelings weren’t an equivalent exchange.

So, he felt a moment of disappointment but quickly regained his spirit.

He earnestly declared to Rong Xiao, “It’s okay if you don’t like me now. I can pursue you, and once I catch you, you’ll be mine. Besides, you will definitely come to like me.”

Rong Xiao looked up and asked, “Why are you so sure?”

Wen Yan was waiting for him to ask this question.

He couldn’t keep a secret, and after two days of holding back, it was his limit.

He raised his hand and extended it in front of Rong Xiao. In the warm glow of the setting sun, his fingers were long and fair, without any flaws. He asked Rong Xiao, “Did you see it?”

Rong Xiao was puzzled, “See what?”

Wen Yan smiled, “The red thread.”

He explained to Rong Xiao, “You must know, I, with my innate spiritual bones, have been able to see things that others can’t since I was a child. Not demons or monsters, but strange auras. Sometimes I can see a person’s aura, sometimes their fate. For example, when I look at you now, you have a strong aura, and the power comes from a green source, indicating that you’re powerful and a wood-type monster.”

Rong Xiao’s expression finally became a bit serious.

Until now, he had thought Wen Yan was just babbling, but Wen Yan’s words revealed his identity.

The more powerful the monster, the less likely it was to be seen for what it truly was. He had never announced his identity publicly, and Wen Yan couldn’t possibly find out.

“Since childhood, there has always been a severed red thread tied to my finger. I’m the only one who can see it,” Wen Yan continued, pointing to his ring finger. “Right here.”

He had never taken this red thread seriously before. Although there was a myth about red threads representing fate, a socialist heir like him wouldn’t believe in such things. He firmly believed that past relationships should be left in the past.

Until a few afternoons ago, when he walked into this house with his parents.

The severed red thread on his hand grew rapidly in front of his eyes and stretched to entwine another person’s finger.

At the moment the red thread connected, Rong Xiao happened to lower his head on the steps to look at him. Those deep emerald eyes gazed straight into his heart.

“So, we must be destined,” Wen Yan nodded solemnly, poking his finger in front of Rong Xiao. “See it? Right here.”

Rong Xiao couldn’t see anything. In his eyes, Wen Yan’s finger was empty, and his own finger was likewise devoid of anything.

Although it was normal for young cubs to like fairy tales, he had to ruthlessly dispel Wen Yan’s fantasies.

“We can’t have a red thread,” Rong Xiao said calmly. “The matchmaker who presides over fate disappeared long ago along with other gods. The Bureau of Fate no longer exists, so it’s impossible for there to be a red thread connecting us.”

Even if there were a red thread, without the book of fate, the red thread would be useless.

Wen Yan was unwilling to accept it. This ten-thousand-year-old monster was more stubborn than his grandparents, using his experience to suppress others.

Who cared if he had seen the Matchmaker!

In his field of vision, there was indeed a red thread stretching from his finger to Rong Xiao’s finger, both on their left ring fingers, tied with a butterfly knot, quite girlish.

But he didn’t bother to argue with Rong Xiao; a person pretending to be asleep could never be awakened.

“If you don’t believe it, so be it. I’m going to pursue you from today on,” Wen Yan emphasized again. “I still have that freedom, right?”

Rong Xiao looked at Wen Yan seriously, the youth’s face full of conviction, innocence, and an air of determination, as if he wouldn’t turn back even if he hit a wall.

He didn’t want to crush him, so he said, “Whatever you want, as long as you can do it.”

After all, there were plenty of people who liked him, enough to fill this entire neighborhood. One more or one less Wen Yan didn’t make a difference.