The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 71

I Love You

Men are truly petty.

Wen Yan thought indignantly, even scolding himself in the process.

He stood aggressively in front of the door, a hint of a sneer on his face, an arrogant posture as if ready to kick the door open at any moment.

But just two seconds later, he pulled out a small stool and sat in front of Rong Xiao’s door. He spoke extremely fawningly to the closed door:

“Honey, don’t be angry. You can hit me if you want, but at least come out first. You can’t sulk by yourself. Haven’t you heard that getting angry easily ages you? You’re so good-looking; you can’t afford to get wrinkles.”

The door remained unmoved, silently expressing a closed-door policy.

Qin You and Su Meng burst into laughter. One sat on the sofa with a bag of snacks, and their laughter was so loud that it startled birds ten miles away.

Yu Bu Wen also joined the audience, calmly sipping tea and even serving tea and snacks to Su Meng and Qin You. He was truly aiding and abetting.

Wen Yan looked at them indignantly, “Can you guys still be considered friends? You don’t wish for my marriage harmony at all. Are you waiting to see me go through a mid-life crisis and face divorce?”

The three monsters on the sofa looked at Wen Yan’s fair and moist face. It seemed absurd to connect him with a mid-life crisis.

But that didn’t stop them from enjoying the show.

Qin You, with a mischievous smile, popped a cream puff into her mouth and said, “In my opinion, Rong Xiao truly pampers you. He only closed you out; if it were me, throwing you out of the house would be considered mild. Even if you kneel and beg, it won’t help.”

Wen Yan glanced coldly at her, exposing her past, “Don’t talk as if you’ve never coaxed Su Meng before. Back then, someone couldn’t see through their feelings, still contemplating taking a concubine and ended up chasing after the husband from afar.”

Regaining memories had its advantages; it could easily unveil hidden secrets.

In the days when Qin You and Su Meng were dating, there were quite a few twists and turns, and Qin You, being a bit foolish, didn’t even know what “liking someone” meant.

Caught off guard, Qin You was poked in her soft spot, and she shivered. She didn’t bother mocking Wen Yan and quickly turned around to comfort her husband. She solemnly assured that she only wanted Su Meng and would never seek other romantic entanglements.

Su Meng felt satisfied, pretending to show a bit of melancholy on his face, as if memories were stirring up past heartaches. This made Qin You frantically spin around to comfort him, swearing that she would never leave him.

Wen Yan clapped his hands happily, having amused himself for a while. Then he turned back to continue comforting his own husband.

Unfortunately, Rong Xiao’s heart was like iron this time. Despite Wen Yan calling him “honey” all day, the room stayed silent, not even a slight movement inside. Not a single glance was given to him.

If it weren’t for knowing that Rong Xiao hadn’t left, Wen Yan would have considered kicking the door to check if Rong Xiao was still there.

Wen Yan spent the whole day talking, and he was getting thirsty. Even though he was a chatterbox by nature, after delivering countless sweet words, he was running out of words.

After finishing the honey water brought by Yu Bu Wen, moistening his throat, and realizing that sweet words were useless, he decided to change tactics and try reasoning.

He cleared his throat and said, “Rong Xiao, let’s talk reason. You did the same thing back then. You also sealed my memories, intending to leave me. We are even, naturally destined for each other. Let’s not blame each other.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yu Bu Wen politely pointed out a flaw in his words.

“Young master, Mr. Rong chose to let you live between himself and you, while you chose to save the world between yourself and Mr. Rong. These are two different situations. Please don’t confuse the concepts,” Yu Bu Wen said gently.

Wen Yan was hit right on target, unable to refute, and choked for a moment.

He looked at the housekeeper with resentment, asking, “Yu Bu Wen, why do I feel like you have some opinions about me?”

“Indeed, you’re not wrong,” Yu Bu Wen nodded, not pretending, “Haven’t you noticed I didn’t even make afternoon tea for you? This time, I stand on Mr. Rong’s side.”

He looked at Wen Yan with condemnation, his eyes clearly saying “scum.” He picked up the tray and left.

Wen Yan was dumbfounded, experiencing for the first time what it felt like to be abandoned by everyone.

Qin You and Su Meng laughed at his misery, and even the housekeeper, who usually favored him, was not siding with him this time.

With such a miserable situation, Rong Xiao still refused to see him. Was there any justice in the world?

Dejectedly, Wen Yan sat on the little stool at the door, with long legs dangling, his beautiful eyes drooping. He looked like an abandoned puppy.

He didn’t try to persuade the old monster to open the door anymore. Instead, he thought that he could wait here. Whenever Rong Xiao decided to open the door, he would go in. If Rong Xiao had waited for three thousand years, he could at least wait for a few days.

Wen Yan sat on the small stool at the door until evening, presenting an unyielding attitude.

With nothing else to do, he started playing with the red thread on his finger. He didn’t understand the origin of this red thread before, but now it reminded him.

It was the red thread he tied to Rong Xiao when he deceived him into marriage in his past life. It was the last remaining treasure of the temple, one that he, the peak master, secretly misappropriated as his wedding gift.

He had proudly told Rong Xiao, “With this red thread tied, you won’t be able to escape anymore. Whether in life or death, you are mine.”

Back then, Rong Xiao loved him so much, completely obeying his words. He showed no signs of self-awareness even though he signed a marriage contract. Instead, he smiled foolishly, and his charming face became pure and innocent.

Thinking of these old memories, Wen Yan felt both bitter and tender. He had deceived the heartfelt love of an ancient tree that lasted for ten thousand years, love that was given without any reservations. And in the end, he had betrayed it.

Such thoughts made him understand why Rong Xiao had a reason to be angry. He deserved the punishment.

While Wen Yan was deeply reflecting, the door that had been closed for a day suddenly opened without warning. Startled, he jumped off the little stool like a primary school student being inspected, standing straight as a pencil.

He hadn’t figured out how to sincerely express himself to Rong Xiao when he unexpectedly met Rong Xiao’s eyes. The words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t say anything.

Because Rong Xiao was truly heartbroken this time.

In those emerald green eyes, there was an intense, unyielding pain as he stared straight at him.

It left him unable to make any witty remarks, only wanting to embrace the old monster and comfort him.

Wen Yan cautiously reached out, managing to timidly grab hold of the corner of Rong Xiao’s clothes.

Filled with guilt, he stammered for a while, unable to utter a word. All he could do was gently clutch a thin piece of fabric, silently pleading.

Seeing Wen Yan standing in front of him, unusually obedient, Rong Xiao felt as if he was being torn apart by a thousand knives.

He had always thought he was the one with a heart of stone, but now it seemed that he was the naive one.

With a bitter smile, he asked Wen Yan, “Ah Yan, how could you be so heartless…”

He had locked himself in this room the entire day.

He had gone through every detail of the past three thousand years, understanding the cause and effect. The more he reminisced, the more it felt like his heart was being sliced.

He knew Wen Yan was outside, and he heard Wen Yan’s attempts to please him. Still, he didn’t know how to face him.

He was in so much pain that he was afraid that if he met Wen Yan suddenly, he might accidentally hurt him. That’s why he locked himself away.

Now he thought he had regained his composure, but at the sight of Wen Yan, he knew that any composure was fake.

This question left Wen Yan unable to lift his head. His eyes, filled with remorse, turned red, and tears followed suit.

He wanted to apologize but felt it was too easy, too insincere.

He was scared. He feared that he had truly hurt Rong Xiao, and Rong Xiao would never trust him again.

“I—I don’t have anything to say to justify myself,” Wen Yan sniffled, trying not to make his crying too obvious. “You can vent your anger in any way, I won’t fight back, but please don’t shut me out…”

He dared not look up at Rong Xiao, afraid of revealing his weakness and fear.

But before he could finish his words, Rong Xiao embraced him tightly, a bone-crushing hold that made his bones ache.

Stumbling, he was led to the bed by Rong Xiao. The door closed automatically, emitting a muffled sound, and the room remained dark without any lights turned on.

In this darkness, Rong Xiao fiercely kissed his lips.

Calling it a kiss would be inaccurate; it was a violent kiss, as if he wanted to devour him. Rong Xiao’s hand tightly gripped his shoulder, pressing him onto the bed, while the other hand firmly held his wrist.

“I hate you,” Rong Xiao mumbled between the kisses and bites.

Wen Yan listened with aching sorrow, obediently parting his lips, his body soft like water, allowing Rong Xiao to do as he pleased.

“I hate you,” Rong Xiao repeated, teeth clenched, sounding like a desperate trapped beast.

How could he not hate Wen Yan?

For the first time in thousands of years, he felt moved, only to end up with such a tragic outcome. His genuine love was thrown away, crushed and shattered by fate.

But how could he bear not having this person in his arms?

He continued kissing Wen Yan, on the lips, the eyebrows, biting the nape of Wen Yan’s neck without restraint.

He kissed all the way to Wen Yan’s ear and whispered, “Do you know what I hate the most about you?”

Wen Yan winced in pain, shaking his head timidly.

He feared that Rong Xiao would say something unbearable.

Rong Xiao tightened his hold on him, hugging him tightly, burying his face in Wen Yan’s shoulder.

“Do you know that plants and trees are originally heartless? It’s because of you that this heart started to beat. How could you, after giving me a heartbeat, forcibly rip it away?” he murmured by Wen Yan’s ear.

As a tree spirit under Kunlun Mountain, he had no knowledge of love before he encountered Wen Yan. Before Wen Yan, his thousands of years of life had been calm, without love or hatred.

It was this young man with picturesque features who intruded into his secret realm without notice and stirred his heartstrings in an unconventional way.

He was captivated by this person and left Kunlun to go to the mortal realm with him.

But, unfortunately, it was also this beautiful young man who, without discussing with him, decided to sacrifice himself, leaving him only a letter and allowing the heavens to take away his memories and emotions.

Before, he couldn’t understand why hearing the name Wen Yan left his heart undisturbed, as if he had never loved this human.

But now he knew.

Because not only were his memories of Wen Yan extracted.

Even his deep affection for him, his profound love, was forcibly taken away by the heavens, suppressed in the veins of the earth.

He lost everything related to Wen Yan, from memories to emotions, all no longer belonged to him.

He couldn’t retain anything, living in a daze for three thousand years.

Rong Xiao chuckled, somewhat self-deprecating. Despite being a great demon cultivated under Kunlun Mountain, he ended up as a pawn manipulated by the heavens.

He didn’t want to shed tears in front of Wen Yan. As a monster like him, he refused to reveal any weakness until his death.

But tears didn’t listen to him, just like this unswerving emotion, both were beyond his control.

He remembered many things, the first meeting with Yan Gu, the mountain peak they once lived on, the courtyard filled with blooming peach blossoms…

All these memories, sealed for three thousand years, rushed into his mind, making it impossible for him to resist.

“Ah Yan, you’re really a liar,” he said while holding Wen Yan. In his voice, there was endless hatred and love. “You lied about everything. The bow to the heavens was fake, the red thread tied by you was fake, saying you wouldn’t leave me… was also fake.”

“But I, unfortunately, am hopelessly in love with you still.”

Rong Xiao laughed softly, finding himself ridiculous.

For three thousand years, he had maintained a calm heart, never stopping for anyone. Yet in the end, he fell under Wen Yan’s smile.

What did that make him?

He let go of Wen Yan and looked at him face to face.

His eyes were completely red, like gemstones washed by water, bright and translucent.

At this moment, he was breathtakingly beautiful. The broken-heartedness in his eyes was like dew on flowers, adding a touch of splendor.

“I still love you,” Rong Xiao softly said to Wen Yan, “You’ve won. You can do anything to me, reject me, abandon me, but I can never stop loving you.”

He lost completely, whether it was three thousand years ago or now.

Wen Yan felt his heart being squeezed.

He sobbed and hugged Rong Xiao, desperately seeking Rong Xiao’s lips.

This kiss was bitter, carrying the salty taste of tears.

“I won’t leave you again. I swear,” Wen Yan urgently promised Rong Xiao, not knowing how to prove his sincerity. “I was wrong, forgive me. I won’t leave you again in the future…”

He meant it.

In this life, he wouldn’t hope for any righteous path in the human world.

He would only be Rong Xiao’s lover.

To live and die together with Rong Xiao.

And Rong Xiao gazed deeply at him. After a moment, he pressed Wen Yan back onto the bed more fiercely.

This was their reunion after a long separation.

Only by entwining their bodies, skin against skin, fully merging into each other, could they find a bit of tranquility.

…

Wen Yan felt like he was almost dying. The overwhelming demands of the old monster made him feel as if his soul was about to leave his body.

Yet he still trembled, clinging to Rong Xiao’s neck. Though exhausted and unable to lift his hand, he still kissed Rong Xiao’s ear, saying, “I love you.”

He had nothing left to give to Rong Xiao, only this overflowing love.

And what Rong Xiao responded with was even more fervent and wild kisses and a clinging embrace.