The Whole World Wants Me To Get Divorced chapter 9
Old Wounds Resurface
Due to the failure of the seduction plan, Wen Yan spent a sleepless night, frowning in distress even in his dreams.
The next day, he woke up close to eleven o’clock.
Luckily, it was the weekend, and there was no need to go to school. Rubbing his face, he reluctantly got up, changed out of the sexy pajamas, pushed them to the bottom of the box, and put on the yellow duck pajamas again, making his way downstairs with a wobbly gait.
However, he only realized how unusually quiet the house seemed when he reached the living room. Not only was there no one in the living room, but he also couldn’t see the housekeeper busy in the kitchen. The housekeeper usually asked him about breakfast, but today there was no call.
Both Rong Xiao and the housekeeper were not the type to stay in bed late, and after searching the entire ground floor, Wen Yan suspected that the two had gone out. It was only when he saw the housekeeper coming down the stairs with a tray that he noticed the faint weariness between his eyebrows.
Seeing him coming from the third floor, where Rong Xiao stayed, Wen Yan asked curiously, “Has Rong Xiao not woken up yet?”
It shouldn’t be the case. He hadn’t seen Rong Xiao wake up later than eight o’clock in all these days.
The housekeeper hesitated, avoiding a direct answer and nodding subtly, saying, “Master is feeling a bit unwell. What would Young Master like for breakfast today? I’ll prepare it now.”
Wen Yan didn’t think too much about it. As a human, he considered a headache or fever to be normal. Even when he was a child, he would refuse to get out of bed when the weather was bad.
However, when the housekeeper passed by him with the tray, Wen Yan smelled a strong medicinal odor, accompanied by a faint trace of blood. He raised his eyes and saw a white jade bowl on the tray, now empty but with remnants of medicine.
The scent hit Wen Yan’s nose, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Rong Xiao, such a powerful and terrifying monster, how could he be vulnerable like an ordinary person? Whatever made him bedridden must be more than a minor illness.
He grabbed the housekeeper and asked, “Is this medicine for Rong Xiao?”
Wen Yan wasn’t foolish; he quickly remembered why he was sent here and why he became Rong Xiao’s fiancé. It was because Rong Xiao was injured and needed his spirit bones for healing.
However, Rong Xiao had always appeared effortlessly capable in front of him, showing no signs of injury. Wen Yan hadn’t heard Rong Xiao mention his condition, so he had unintentionally overlooked it.
“Is he experiencing pain?” Wen Yan asked anxiously.
The housekeeper sighed, realizing that Wen Yan had figured it out. Rong Xiao had told him not to speak too much, but it was becoming increasingly challenging to conceal the worsening condition under the same roof.
“Yes, the master’s wounds have reopened. I just delivered the medicine, which can suppress it for a while,” the housekeeper said as he led Wen Yan towards the dining room. “But he should be resting now. Young Master, please have your lunch first.”
Wen Yan’s mind was already on the third floor as he looked worriedly at the ceiling.
He absentmindedly ate his lunch, with the housekeeper making his favorite strawberry tarts, but even that failed to capture his interest. Due to the failed seduction the day before, he was already a bit unwilling to face Rong Xiao today. Now that he got what he wished for, he wasn’t pleased at all.
He half-heartedly inquired about how Rong Xiao got injured from the housekeeper.
The housekeeper recalled but couldn’t provide many details. “I don’t know the specifics. The master’s injuries date back to the upheaval three thousand years ago. After that calamity, the master slept and recuperated, only waking up five hundred years ago. I began serving him at that time. Initially, his injuries weren’t noticeable, with no flare-ups for a hundred years. However, in recent decades, the frequency of the attacks has increased.”
Wen Yan couldn’t eat anymore, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“How serious are his injuries? Is his life in danger?” he asked with concern.
The housekeeper didn’t answer immediately but averted his gaze, standing up to clear the dishes.
Just then, the wind chimes in the room tinkled softly.
“The master is awake,” the housekeeper reminded, “Would you like to go see him? Staying by his side, your naturally spiritual aura might provide him some relief.”
Wen Yan, forgetting everything else, rushed upstairs without saying a word, taking two steps at a time and disappearing in no time.
It was his first time entering Rong Xiao’s room. He gently pushed open the door, finding the curtains drawn, casting a faint light that illuminated the spacious room.
In contrast to his fresh and youthful room, Rong Xiao’s room was entirely in dark tones, stable to the point of being a bit cold.
Wen Yan bypassed the living room and peeked his head out from the wall, surreptitiously looking at the bed.
Rong Xiao was already sitting up, draped in a large silver robe that revealed his chest’s beautiful muscles. His complexion was somewhat pale, but his emerald green eyes were as deep and bright as a lake.
He noticed Wen Yan at a glance and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. “Why did you come up?”
Wen Yan walked out from behind the wall, quickly approaching Rong Xiao’s bed.
“The housekeeper said that if I stay by your side, you might feel more comfortable, so I came up,” Wen Yan honestly explained. He was unusually obedient, sincerely addressing Rong Xiao, “Are you still feeling uncomfortable? What can I do to make you more comfortable?”
Rong Xiao furrowed his brows. “He’s become too talkative now.”
Wen Yan immediately defended the housekeeper, “It’s not him; it’s me who guessed that you’re injured.”
Wen Yan was also wearing pajamas, sitting cautiously by Rong Xiao’s bed. He leaned closer, asking, “Where are you injured?”
Rong Xiao was about to chase him away when a pain surged through him. The intense pain radiated from the wounds, making even someone accustomed to pain like him unable to suppress a muffled groan. Blood intermittently oozed from under his sleeping robe, moistening the fabric.
Wen Yan was startled, and he quickly pulled open Rong Xiao’s sleeping robe. When he saw Rong Xiao’s abdomen clearly, he couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
Rong Xiao’s well-built abdomen was covered in intersecting wounds, each one appearing as if freshly inflicted, gruesome and horrifying. Embedded in these wounds were red objects resembling stones, and fresh blood sporadically seeped from the injuries, indicating the excruciating pain the person must be enduring.
Wen Yan was taken aback, staring at Rong Xiao.
He had never seen such injuries before, at most encountering severely wounded patients in TV dramas.
Rong Xiao, however, was accustomed to it, calmly pulling up his sleeping robe again. “Children shouldn’t look at such bloody things. I don’t usually bleed like this; it only happens during attacks.”
He spoke casually, but Wen Yan felt heartbroken and didn’t know what to do.
Although he knew Rong Xiao was injured before, Rong Xiao had always appeared powerful and awe-inspiring in front of him. He never thought Rong Xiao would suffer such pain.
He couldn’t help but resent being reborn too late. If only he were already eighteen, could he help Rong Xiao heal?
Remembering what the housekeeper had said, he cautiously moved closer to Rong Xiao, placing his hand near Rong Xiao’s abdomen, asking, “Will staying by your side like this make you feel better?”
He knew nothing about monster matters, but since the housekeeper said that being close to Rong Xiao would help, it should have some effect.
Rong Xiao remained silent.
Because it was indeed effective.
He had sealed Wen Yan, preventing other monsters from coveting him, but this seal couldn’t block himself.
The natural spiritual aura now enveloped him, a fragrance pleasant to ordinary people but irresistibly delightful to monsters.
Now, with Wen Yan so close, his slender body almost pressed against him, his delicate skin visible through the neckline, this aura surged towards him. In the dimly lit room, it swirled like mist.
It was intoxicating, making him forget pain.
Rong Xiao reached out his hand.
Initially, he intended to push Wen Yan away to avoid the influence of the spirit bones. However, when his hand touched his clothes, he couldn’t help but grip tightly, pulling Wen Yan into his embrace.
Caught off guard, Wen Yan collided with his chest and found himself tightly embraced.
It was then that Rong Xiao truly felt how small he was.
A human of seventeen or eighteen years old was indeed like a fledgling, carrying a hint of milk fragrance. Curled up in his arms, Wen Yan seemed fragile, vulnerable to any attack.
Uncontrollably, he buried his head in Wen Yan’s neck, trying to sniff more of Wen Yan’s scent. This fragrance permeated Wen Yan’s bone marrow, enough to drive any monster crazy.
Spirit bones were indeed a feast bestowed upon monsters by nature.
Wen’s ancestors had made a covenant with him, sacrificing all future generations to him. Wen Yan belonged entirely to him; even if he swallowed Wen Yan whole, devouring flesh and bone, no one would dare object.
However, in the end, he did nothing.
After a long few minutes, he slowly pushed Wen Yan out of his embrace.
The boundaries between them became clear again, and there was even room for another person between them. The ambiguous moment from a while ago was diluted.
Wen Yan didn’t dare move at all, only his face and ears were redder than ever.
When Rong Xiao embraced him just now, the internal screams were enough to shake houses within a radius of ten miles. But in reality, he felt like his throat was being choked, unable to make a sound. He followed Rong Xiao’s lead passively, and if Rong Xiao had any malicious intentions, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist.
However, Rong Xiao seemed to have decided to be a righteous gentleman. After hugging him and taking a few cat-like sniffs, he let him go.
The boundary between them became as clear as the Chu-Han River boundary.
Wen Yan, for some reason, felt a bit regretful.
He looked at Rong Xiao with anticipation, feeling like he should say something, but licked his lips, unable to utter a word.
His gaze wandered around, stopping at Rong Xiao’s chest muscles visible under the sleeping robe. Inwardly, he couldn’t help but compliment, “So big.”
That was his entire thought process—embarrassing.
Fortunately, Rong Xiao, despite being a powerful monster, couldn’t read minds.
After letting go of Wen Yan, he regained his calm demeanor, sitting up and calmly explaining to Wen Yan, “My injuries aren’t as terrible as you think. I’ve been used to them for thousands of years. You don’t have to believe Yu Bu Wen. I do feel slightly better with you around, but the effect is limited. So, you can leave my room now and call Yu Bu Wen in.”
Wen Yan, however, didn’t believe him at all.
Did he think his intelligence was wasted on entering A University?
“Stop lying. If it’s useless, why did you hug me?” Wen Yan pouted, feeling that Rong Xiao was not sincere.
He thought for a moment, considering that Rong Xiao might be embarrassed to take advantage of him, which was normal. He was such a tender young grass, although he was Rong Xiao’s fiancé, it wasn’t officially recognized yet, and Rong Xiao had lived for tens of thousands of years. He must be quite conservative.
So, it had to be initiated by him.
With that in mind, he lifted the blanket, sliding into it like a fish.
“I’m not leaving. If you want to leave, you leave,” Wen Yan wriggled into the blanket, showing only a pair of round eyes, “I’m taking a nap here.”
Rong Xiao, for the first time, encountered such a strong-arm tactic, incredulously raising his eyebrows at him. He did feel the gap between humans and monsters now; no monster in the monster realm would dare to crawl into his bed like this.
But Wen Yan, the human, was surprisingly calm, closing his eyes and crossing his hands, lying comfortably as if he were really here for a nap.
Initially, Wen Yan was just pretending, but perhaps due to the lack of drawn curtains in the room, the conducive atmosphere for sleeping overcame him. Before long, he actually fell asleep, his long eyelashes closed, and his pale pink lips slightly parted, showing no signs of his usual noisy self.
Rong Xiao gazed at him for a long time but ultimately didn’t drive him out of bed.
However, he didn’t hug Wen Yan again like before. Instead, he changed out of his blood-stained sleeping robe and sat quietly on the single-person sofa beside the bed, lost in thought.
The distance between them was less than two meters, and a faint fragrance still lingered in the air. This gentle scent was enough to comfort him.
He had long been accustomed to pain, and he wouldn’t let himself lose control just because of a natural spirit bone.