The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 75
Mountains and Rivers in the Human Realm (End)
Wen Yan and Rong Xiao rested in this courtyard for the night. The room was cleaned up, and the bed was adorned with fresh bedding, ensuring a comfortable sleep.
Wen Yan lay under a light blue satin blanket, watching as Rong Xiao lit candles in the room. This reminded him of their wedding night in their past life, where both of them were clumsy and inexperienced. They resorted to studying erotic paintings together, learning on the spot.
Wen Yan couldn’t help but feel embarrassed just thinking about it. Their previous life together with Rong Xiao was indeed unconventional, but upon closer reflection, it was somewhat amusing. A smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
Rong Xiao turned around and, seeing him smiling foolishly, asked curiously, “What are you laughing at?”
Wen Yan, with a look of affection, thought to himself that he was laughing at Rong Xiao’s lack of skills back then. However, he replied, “I remembered when you first came to Ten Thousand Swords Sect. You knew nothing and even had a fight with the inner disciples. Luckily, you showed mercy, and nothing serious happened.”
At that time, Rong Xiao was officially his retainer, but with his arrogant temper, how could he patiently follow the rules? Combined with his handsome appearance, he stirred the hearts of many female disciples, leading to conflicts with other male inner disciples.
Rong Xiao snorted, “They deserved it. Didn’t they line up to apologize to me later?”
Wen Yan thought, “how could they not apologize to you? You hung them on trees. If they didn’t apologize, they might have stayed there for three days and nights.”
But since that time, Wen Yan had become completely biased towards Rong Xiao. Seeing the old monster argue with others, he found it adorable. No matter how he looked at it, others were just picking a fight.
In the end, those unlucky disciples were finally released from the trees and were punished to reflect in the backyard.
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After Wen Yan and Rong Xiao visited Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the wedding location changed accordingly. It was now set on the peak where Yan Gu used to reside, with the main venue in this courtyard.
Both the demon and human cultivation realms were stirred by this event. Although Wen Yan and Rong Xiao had already received their certificates, the wedding still attracted everyone’s attention.
This was not just the wedding of Rong Xiao and Wen Yan; it was also a grand union between the demon and cultivation realms.
Not only did all the sects send representatives, but many secluded demon tribes also sent elders or young lords to congratulate them.
Originally, Wen Yan found entertaining guests troublesome, but later he found it somewhat enjoyable, thanks to Li Zheng.
Who would have thought that Li Zheng, with a blank romantic history, had secretly committed to someone since childhood? Moreover, that someone was the young master of the White Tiger Clan. Coincidentally, he appeared among the guests. Upon seeing Li Zheng, he chased after him, demanding that he take responsibility.
Wen Yan, eating melon seeds and watching the excitement, laughed as he saw Li Zheng trembling behind a table. He asked, “How did you two meet? Tell me.”
Li Zheng, full of resentment, glanced at him but was too lazy to hide anything. He explained everything clearly, just like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
When Li Zheng went to his uncle’s house for the summer vacation as a child, he met the young master of the White Tiger Clan. At that time, the young master was as beautiful as a little girl. Li Zheng was captivated and spent the entire summer chasing after him. Finally, as the summer vacation was about to end, he managed to move the little master’s heart.
He kissed him on the cheek, solemnly pledging to come back and marry him. The little master sweetly agreed, making him ecstatic.
“But when I went back, I found out he’s a guy!” Li Zheng complained in a low voice, still feeling pain in his heart when recalling the past.
After learning the truth, he cried for a week at home, refusing to be comforted by anyone.
It was only when he went to kindergarten and saw the class flower in the next class that he reluctantly mended his broken heart.
Wen Yan was already laughing so hard that he was about to fall off his chair.
Rubbing his stomach, he asked Li Zheng, “Although that young master is really good-looking, he doesn’t look like a girl no matter how you look at it. Are your eyes that blind?”
Li Zheng, full of indignation, took out childhood photos of the two, saying, “See for yourself. At that time, he clearly looked like a little girl.”
Wen Yan leaned over to take a look, and Li Zheng wasn’t lying. At that time, the young master hadn’t developed yet, fair and lovely, indeed resembling a little girl.
However, so many years had passed, and Li Zheng still cherished the photos. It was truly an unwavering obsession with his childhood crush. Curiously, Wen Yan asked, “But aren’t your demon tribes not very concerned about gender? He looks good, whether he’s a handsome man or a beautiful woman. What’s there to be dissatisfied with?”
Li Zheng mumbled with a tone of grievance, “He doesn’t care about gender, but I do. Look at his figure and that explosive power. Does he look like someone I could be on top of…”
Wen Yan: “… You’re thinking too far ahead.”
But regardless of how reluctant Li Zheng was to face his former crush, on the day of the wedding, he appeared as part of Wen Yan’s groomsmen. The other groomsmen included Jin Yueze, the Ghost Clan’s little prince. He rarely took off his otaku T-shirt, but today, he changed into a black suit, presenting an image of grace and charm, resembling the scholar that fox spirits would fall in love with in romance novels.
On this day, Wen Yan, unusually, got up early and didn’t linger in bed. He exuded eagerness from the inside out, clearly in a hurry to marry Rong Xiao.
He already possessed a rare and outstanding appearance among humans. After being meticulously dressed up by the demon realm’s makeup artists, he looked like a celestial being under the moonlight.
Bearing the bloodline of the divine clan, wearing a luxurious black robe embroidered with golden mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, he exuded an inherent majesty and divinity. A touch of green dye was applied to his forehead, forming a small leaf with golden veins. When he smiled, it added a lively and charming touch, swaying the hearts of onlookers.
Qiao Shan and Wen Luojiang accompanied him.
The two watched their son grow up, feeling both joy and a faint sense of reluctance.
They still remembered when Wen Yan was born, just a tiny bundle, held in their arms with a soft, gentle cry. Now, in the blink of an eye, this child had grown so big, experienced so much, gained a tender love, and embarked on a new life.
They already knew about Wen Yan’s past life.
But for parents, they didn’t care whether Wen Yan was a world-saving hero or not; they only wished for their child to be safe and happy for a lifetime.
Now, looking at the smile on Wen Yan’s face, Qiao Shan and Wen Luojiang gently held each other’s hands.
When the auspicious time arrived, Wen Yan walked out of the courtyard, waiting to meet his groom.
Demon weddings were mostly casual, unlike the elaborate ceremonies in the human realm.
He stood on a high platform, watching as Rong Xiao took steps towards him on the red silk-covered stairs.
Soft blue and purple flowers drifted down from the sky, landing gently on people’s shoulders. The band hid in the trees and started playing. The guests who came to witness the ceremony occupied both sides densely, each seeming happy, whispering to each other softly without disturbing the wedding.
Wen Yan saw many familiar faces—high-level members of the Demon Control Bureau, sect leaders who had visited him, and classmates from the Demon Academy.
Standing at the forefront was the groomsmen party consisting of Yu Bu Wen, Li Zheng, Jin Yueze, and the persistent White Tiger Clan young master who managed to squeeze in.
But soon, Wen Yan couldn’t pay attention to anyone else.
Because Rong Xiao was getting closer.
Rong Xiao looked even more handsome today, wearing a black robe similar to Wen Yan’s. The fiery red embroidery of the Boundless Wood made his appearance even more radiant, captivating and glamorous.
He reached Wen Yan.
As they looked at each other, without saying a word, their minds were a bit trance-like.
Once again, they were getting married, after a gap of three thousand years.
In the same courtyard.
But this time, it wasn’t a desolate long table with a pair of dragon and phoenix candles.
In this lifetime, they had parents as witnesses, cheers from relatives and friends, and all the perfect things in the mortal world.
Qin You and Su Meng acted as witnesses.
Wen Yan and Rong Xiao hadn’t shed tears yet, but Qin You already had tears in her eyes. However, she remembered her duty, holding a red lacquer tray and approaching. On it were two cups of union wine and a marriage contract.
Demon weddings didn’t focus on vows; they valued contracts.
Rong Xiao picked up the cup and handed it to Wen Yan.
The two entwined their arms and drank the cup of union wine.
After putting down the cup, Rong Xiao asked Wen Yan, “Do you still remember what you promised me before? You said you would be with me through life and death, inseparable, never abandoning me for all eternity, but you broke your promise.”
He was referring to their promises during their previous life’s wedding.
Wen Yan felt a pang in his heart.
He already knew what that contract represented.
It was the highest-grade soul marriage contract in the demon realm, merging souls, sharing life and death.
“This time, you can’t deceive me again,” Rong Xiao gently stroked the side of Wen Yan’s face. His eyes were even more affectionate and enthralling than before. “From now on, whether in this mortal world or the underworld, wherever we go, I want you to carry me with you forever.”
As he spoke, he held Wen Yan’s hand.
Wen Yan did not resist.
Rong Xiao’s fingertip lightly scratched Wen Yan’s fingertip, creating a small, fine wound. Blood-red droplets flowed from his fingertip and dripped onto the marriage contract.
Then, Rong Xiao also cut his own finger, and a stream of blood followed, falling onto the contract.
Two red lights rose from the contract, intertwining.
The contract rose into the air. After the red light disappeared, it turned into a marriage certificate, slowly drifting down.
Underneath the certificate were written two names: Wen Yan, Rong Xiao.
In front of all the guests and friends, Wen Yan lifted his head and kissed Rong Xiao.
Standing on tiptoe, their eyelashes lightly touched, like two butterflies gently brushing against each other’s wings.
In his previous life, when he went alone to die, he deeply regretted why he went to Kunlun, why he provoked the emotionless and desireless Boundless Wood into the mortal world.
But looking at Rong Xiao’s eyes now, at the love almost materializing in his eyes, he thought that it was the most correct decision he had made in his life.
He was selfish and petty. He would never allow Rong Xiao to have the slightest possibility of becoming someone else’s partner, letting others know how tender and affectionate he was.
Rong Xiao could only be his.
He could only be Rong Xiao’s.
They still had a long, long life ahead of them, witnessing the spring flowers and winter snow, the mountains, rivers, and the human world.
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