What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Forum

Yu Wenxuan kept watch over him for several hours. When it was nearly midnight, he reached out to check the temperature of Yu Zhixue’s body again.

The medicine seemed to have taken effect—the previously burning-hot body had cooled significantly.

Only then did Yu Wenxuan truly breathe a sigh of relief. His entire body relaxed, and with their noses touching, he fell asleep beside Yu Zhixue.

But as it turned out, he had let his guard down too soon.

In the middle of the night, Yu Zhixue began to breathe heavily, clearly in discomfort. The moment he made the slightest sound, Yu Wenxuan woke up.

Though his temperature wasn’t hot anymore, he looked like he was experiencing some kind of complication.

His voice was urgent but hoarse and weak. Yu Wenxuan pressed his forehead to Yu Zhixue’s and murmured, “It’s okay now. I’m here.”

Yu Zhixue clung to him tightly, resting his chin on Yu Wenxuan’s shoulder, and began mumbling unconsciously, “Yu Wenxuan… gege…”

Yu Wenxuan reached out to comfort him but suddenly realized something wet was soaking through his shirt at the shoulder.

He couldn’t quite believe it and used his free hand to touch the spot. His fingers trembled the moment they confirmed it—it was tears.

Yu Zhixue was crying.

He hadn’t held back when gasping for breath earlier, but now, even as tears rolled down his cheeks, he bit his lip and remained silent.

The tears slid down and splashed softly against Yu Wenxuan’s shoulder.

Yu Wenxuan wiped them away, but no matter how many he brushed off, more continued to fall.

So his fingers slowly combed through Yu Zhixue’s long hair while he let the tears soak into his shoulder. His voice was hoarse and gentle: “Don’t cry, don’t cry…”

But Yu Zhixue didn’t respond at all. Yu Wenxuan called his name a few more times, but it was like he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn’t hear anything.

Out of options, Yu Wenxuan finally tried softly, “Baby?”

The hand clutching his shoulder twitched—not hard, more like a subtle signal that he had heard.

Yu Wenxuan hadn’t expected him to react to that word, but now wasn’t the time to overthink it. He continued gently:

“Baby, don’t cry anymore, okay?”

…

Yu Wenxuan spent the whole night patting his back until the person in his arms finally calmed down.

Before falling asleep himself, he had only one hope:

That Yu Zhixue would forget everything that happened last night.

That would be the best reward for staying up until 3 a.m. to soothe him.

Unfortunately, life rarely goes as planned. Yu Zhixue remembered everything.

He didn’t have a habit of blacking out—whether from alcohol or anything else, he never forgot a thing.

When he sat up and looked to the side, Yu Wenxuan had already tidied himself up and was standing at the edge of the bed with a rather awkward expression.

Yu Wenxuan was silently trying to convince himself that all the things he said last night were just dreams. But then he heard the sound of someone shifting, and when he looked up—

Yu Zhixue’s eyes were clear, and it seemed like he was completely recovered.

Staring into those honest, unbothered eyes, Yu Wenxuan figured maybe he really had forgotten what happened last night. After all, his mind had been a mess then—it would be perfectly reasonable.

Just as he was starting to relax, he heard Yu Zhixue say:

“I heard you call me baby yesterday. Can you say it again?”

Yu Wenxuan: “…”

That tiny glimmer of hope was mercilessly crushed. And strangely, Yu Wenxuan wasn’t even surprised anymore. Ever since he transmigrated and met Yu Zhixue—

Every assumption he made had been completely overturned.

Yu Wenxuan asked, “Do you like being called that?”

Yu Zhixue earnestly corrected him: “I like you calling me that.”

He said it too plainly—so much so that Yu Wenxuan didn’t even know how to respond. Meanwhile, Yu Zhixue persistently asked, “Is that okay?”

Yu Wenxuan opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. After a long pause, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Watching Yu Wenxuan’s shifting expressions, Yu Zhixue found it a little amusing.

In the past, he might have overthought things, wondering if Yu Wenxuan didn’t like him or something else was wrong.

But after spending these last few days together, he no longer felt so insecure. Now he could even enjoy teasing Yu Wenxuan a bit.

Back when they first got together, Yu Wenxuan had no concept of shame—constantly calling him things like baby, honey, or even puppy.

Especially in bed.

Yu Zhixue had been so uncomfortable with it at first that for a long time afterward, he’d wanted to tape Yu Wenxuan’s mouth shut.

And eventually, he did—just not with tape.

So now, seeing Yu Wenxuan behave like a normal person with a functioning sense of embarrassment was kind of refreshing.

Yu Wenxuan was still hesitating when he caught sight of Yu Zhixue’s amused expression. The mood suddenly lightened, and the tension dissipated. The awkwardness faded away.

So, with a reluctant sigh and a bit of exaggeration, he said:

“Then, baby, do you want to come down and eat?”

Yu Zhixue didn’t expect him to actually say it, and a few strands of his hair seemed to stand on end. Looking at the time, he said, “I’ll eat at the office.”

Yu Wenxuan remained composed, but his tone betrayed his displeasure: “You just got over a fever, and now you’re going to the office?”

Whether Yu Zhixue didn’t hear the undertone or chose to ignore it was unclear. He simply replied, “There’s an important bidding meeting today.”

That was that. With the situation already laid out, Yu Wenxuan had no choice but to stay home.

He was starting to feel like some kind of troublemaker.

“Then go ahead,” Yu Wenxuan said. “If you feel unwell at all, call me right away.”

Yu Zhixue asked, “You’re not coming?”

Yu Wenxuan replied, “No, everything I need is in my inbox. I don’t need to be there.”

Yu Zhixue hadn’t shown any emotion when rejecting others, but now that Yu Wenxuan wasn’t coming with him, he looked a little deflated.

“But I can drop you off,” Yu Wenxuan added.

…

After learning from experience, Yu Wenxuan made sure Yu Zhixue put on an extra layer before sending him off to the Yu Group building.

When he got home, his eyes happened to land on a box left on the coffee table.

—It was that gift.

The moment his gaze caught it, he froze, and after standing still for a while, he walked over and opened the box.

Inside lay a deep, serene green—like a tranquil flowing lake.

It was a fine jade necklace. In big families, such jade was often given to children to wish them peace, happiness, and smooth sailing in life.

Yu Wenxuan had never worn such things. He didn’t like jewelry—except for the ring currently on his finger.

To him, accessories felt like shackles—like how humans would put collars on beloved pets. People gave such items to those they liked.

It was a symbol of possessiveness—a declaration.

Yu Wenxuan had never wanted to wear anyone else’s mark. Even the jade pendant his mother gave him as a child had been taken off once he grew older.

He remembered his mother sighing beside him and saying, “What will you do if someone gives you a gift like this one day? Refusing could really hurt their feelings, Xiao Xuan.”

Yu Wenxuan, flipping through a book, had replied: “Why should I care about their feelings?”

“But what if it’s someone you like?”

He had paused mid-page and didn’t respond for a long time. “I can’t imagine that… I don’t think I’d accept it.”

…

Now, staring at the necklace, Yu Wenxuan slowly closed the box and put it back where he found it.

Then he walked into the study, sat at his desk, and turned on the computer, trying to use work to calm down.

But it didn’t work—his mind was a mess.

He couldn’t concentrate at all, which was unlike him. Eventually, even he was too annoyed to continue and closed the window.

He didn’t know why that memory came back to him so suddenly, but his mother’s words kept echoing in his head:

—“What if it’s someone you like?”

Yu Wenxuan ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes full of self-examination and cold calculation.

Why… when he saw that necklace—Was there a moment where he thought… it might not be so bad to wear it?

Maybe… it was time to reevaluate his relationship with Yu Zhixue.

Back in college, Yu Zhixue had always treated him with hostility, so Yu Wenxuan never really liked him. Though he couldn’t say he hated him either.

As they competed more often, they naturally fell into a “rival” dynamic.

After transmigrating, their relationship changed. They’d lived together peacefully for a while now—and Yu Wenxuan had been doting on him like a treasure.

To say he had no feelings for Yu Zhixue would be a lie. After all, he wasn’t a saint—he wouldn’t go to such lengths for someone he didn’t care about at all.

But his initial “interest” came more from the thrill of contrast and a certain twisted curiosity.

Now though, he wasn’t so sure.

He thought and thought, but still couldn’t come to a conclusion.

Understanding one’s own feelings can be both the easiest and hardest thing—it all hinges on a moment of clarity.

Clearly, he hadn’t had that “epiphany” yet. Plus, he had no past relationships or crushes to use as reference.

The computer chimed again—a new email had arrived. Reflexively, Yu Wenxuan opened it and gave it a glance.

Then he paused.

He reread it once, scrolled to the top, read it again, approved the request, and messaged the person in charge.

The forum app manager wasn’t expecting a reply so soon and opened the message nervously, worried it might be a rejection.

Yu Wenxuan: “Is this kind of thing popular now?”

User “A Bit Slippery”: “Yes! With the rise of the internet, people really crave communication. So we thought…”

After a long-winded explanation, filled with corporate jargon, Yu Wenxuan’s head started to hurt. He barely skimmed the first few lines and replied:

Yu Wenxuan: “Sounds interesting. Keep it up.”

After sending that, he stared at the email thoughtfully.

Back in college, their department had its own forum too, though he rarely checked it. And even then, it wasn’t very active.

He never thought it could grow into something like this.

The app had already been running for a while—this email was just to request more funding and staff.

Yu Wenxuan looked it up online. The feedback was excellent, with impressive user numbers and download stats.

He casually scrolled through—most posts were about advice, daily life, or gossip.

“My boyfriend really cheated on me. I’ll never doubt the wisdom of the forum sisters again—everyone’s a relationship guru QwQ”

Yu Wenxuan blinked, then continued scrolling.

Relationship gurus, huh?

He typed in some keywords and quickly found a top post labeled “HOT,” pinned at the top.

[Thread Title: What Should I Do If I Married My Long-Time Enemy?]

#0 Original Poster:
As the title says, I got married to my long-time enemy in a moment of impulse a few days ago. Now things are… complicated. Extremely complicated.

Long story short, we grew up as neighbors, but our relationship was terrible from the start.

He thought I was dumb. I thought he was fake. This spit-on-sight kind of relationship lasted over ten years—and now we’re married.

So someone please help me!!!