What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Long-Time Enemy— Wait… Is Yu Zhixue Kissing Him?

Soft footsteps echoed from downstairs, so light they were almost inaudible. Yu Wenxuan suddenly remembered what Cheng Yu had said earlier about giving him a “surprise.”

That person slowly walked over from the entrance, stepping into the warmly lit living room.

With his head lowered, his face was obscured, but the first impression Yu Wenxuan had was: slender.

His hand, resting on the railing, twitched involuntarily. For a moment, a wild urge surged in him—he wanted to pull that person into his arms.

Was this the effect of being lovestruck?

The person below had apparently just taken off their suit jacket and was now only wearing a simple shirt and trousers, exposing pale, luminous skin.

Their waist was extremely slender. Long hair, nearly waist-length, hung softly down their back.

Judging from the figure alone, it was unmistakably a beauty.

Yu Wenxuan’s gaze dimmed for a moment.

At least the future version of him hadn’t fallen for someone unattractive, he thought wryly.

Maybe they had rushed back and gotten hot—he watched as the person took a hair tie from their wrist, holding it in their mouth, and then gathered their hair to tie it up into a hideously messy ponytail. Embarrassed, they quickly let their hair down again.

After this awkward display, they looked around the room but didn’t spot anyone. Only when they looked up did their gaze suddenly meet Yu Wenxuan’s.

…So beautiful.

It was a delicate, strikingly attractive face. Long, jet-black hair gave the person an androgynous allure, while their overall temperament remained cool and aloof.

But right now, there was a soft flush on their face, which contrasted sharply with their normally pale features and gave them a shockingly sensual air.

It would’ve been perfect—if this marriage partner’s appearance didn’t look exactly like his university nemesis.

Yu Wenxuan’s smile almost cracked.

He had imagined countless possibilities for who his fiancé might be.

But never this.

How could it be… Yu Zhixue?

Just yesterday at the graduation party, Yu Zhixue had shot him a mocking, provocative glare. And today, Yu Zhixue had become his legally wedded spouse?

Was there anything more absurd in this world?

Yu Wenxuan’s mind was spinning. He began calculating the likelihood that his future self had entered into this marriage purely for business reasons, putting on an act to deceive everyone.

He had already accepted the idea that his future self might be blinded by love.

But if the target of that love was Yu Zhixue? Absolutely not.

Yu Zhixue noticed Yu Wenxuan’s obviously hostile gaze and felt a little guilty.

Just a week ago, when he went on a business trip, Yu Wenxuan had specifically reminded him to eat regularly and not lose any weight.

But without his supervision, Yu Zhixue had completely neglected his health. He didn’t even need to step on a scale to know he had lost weight.

Yu Wenxuan knew his body better than he did—just one look and he’d notice.

There was no hiding it now.

Yu Zhixue decided to strike first. He trotted up the stairs and stopped beside Yu Wenxuan, speaking softly, “I know I was wrong.”

Yu Wenxuan had been lost in thought when, all of a sudden, his enemy appeared right in front of him—softly admitting fault.

He had no idea what Yu Zhixue was apologizing for, but the contrast was jarring.

The Yu Zhixue in his memory had always been like a snow-covered peak—cold, distant, and untouched by emotion.

Yet here he was now, his eyes dewy, voice gentle, gaze upturned like he was… being coquettish?

Back in college, people often speculated about whether a cold, beautiful person like Yu Zhixue would stay icy forever or eventually melt for someone special.

Yu Wenxuan had been curious too, but since he graduated two years earlier, he figured he’d never find out.

But now? Not only had he seen Yu Zhixue soften like melted snow—this person had softened for him.

Seeing that Yu Wenxuan’s expression was still unreadable, Yu Zhixue took it a step further—he leaned in and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It was brief, but after doing it, his ears turned red.

“Just a kiss… don’t be mad anymore.”

Yu Wenxuan froze, then stumbled several steps backward.

Wait a minute… did Yu Zhixue just kiss him?

It had only been a brush, but Yu Wenxuan had clearly felt the warm softness of that fleeting touch on the corner of his lips.

It was… kind of magical.

Yu Zhixue was cold by nature, but his kiss had been soft and warm. When he leaned in, he carried a faint, clean fragrance.

Yu Wenxuan unconsciously touched the spot where he had been kissed.

Yu Zhixue glanced at his dazed expression and finally let out a breath of relief. It had been a week since he’d seen Yu Wenxuan, and all he wanted now was to be close to him.

So he reached out, wanting a hug.

But after that kiss, Yu Wenxuan was already on high alert. Seeing the movement, he instinctively tensed.

He could no longer maintain his usual composure and reached out to grab Yu Zhixue’s wrist.

It was thin and delicate, easily enclosed in his palm. Faced with Yu Zhixue’s confused gaze, Yu Wenxuan had yet to think of what to say—But his hand moved on its own.

His fingers traced slowly down the inside of Yu Zhixue’s arm, finally stopping at the pale skin of his wrist, gently caressing.

Damn muscle memory.

No matter how composed he normally was, Yu Wenxuan couldn’t help cursing under his breath.

Just as he was about to let go, Yu Zhixue bit his lip—his originally pale lips now tinged red, glistening slightly.

Yu Zhixue’s voice trembled, unsure and a bit lost. “Can you… be gentler?”

Yu Wenxuan was even more thrown off. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.

Yu Zhixue added quickly, “Or at least don’t tie my hands. I want to hug you today.”

Apparently, his future self had a habit—whenever Yu Zhixue upset him, he’d grab him by the wrists, touching him intensely but with a controlling edge.

Yu Zhixue’s health wasn’t great, so Yu Wenxuan never pushed too far. But he’d pull him onto the bed, using intimacy as a way to discipline.

He also knew Yu Zhixue loved physical contact, so sometimes he’d deliberately tie his hands or pin them overhead, denying him any touch.

Only when Yu Zhixue started crying, slowly and confusedly, would he pull him into his arms, kiss away the tears, and whisper, “Do you know you were wrong?”

Yu Wenxuan didn’t know any of this. From the moment Yu Zhixue asked him to be “gentle,” his brain had gone completely blank.

One thought echoed over and over again—

—His future self had slept with Yu Zhixue. And not gently, either.

He exhaled deeply, trying to gather his thoughts and finally said, voice rough with disbelief, “Yu Zhixue, what if I told you I traveled from five years ago… would you believe me?”

At this point, Yu Wenxuan didn’t care if he sounded insane. He just wanted this absurd situation to end.

He didn’t understand how the conversation had gotten so off track.

But judging by the direction things were heading, if he didn’t confess soon, Yu Zhixue might just drag him into the bedroom and start undressing.

…

In the living room.

The two of them sat facing each other on the couch.

Yu Zhixue kept his eyes lowered, expression unreadable, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his long hair.

After a moment, he spoke in a slightly muffled tone. “So… you’re saying you traveled here from five years ago?”

Now that Yu Zhixue had mostly reverted to the version of him that Yu Wenxuan remembered, he finally felt back in control.

He crossed his legs, his tone more relaxed. “Yeah, I just woke up like this.”

“What were you doing before you traveled?” Yu Zhixue asked, looking at him.

“I’d just gone to a graduation party. Had a couple of drinks and fell asleep when I got home,” Yu Wenxuan replied casually.

“You were there too. Toasted me with this same deadpan expression—like someone was forcing you.”

Yu Zhixue narrowed his eyes. “And you’re telling me all this, not worried I’ll think you’re insane?”

Yu Wenxuan shrugged. “Better than you kissing me out of nowhere or dragging me to bed without explanation.”

That shut Yu Zhixue up. He stopped twirling his hair, retracted his hand, and gave Yu Wenxuan a long look.

“So what do you want to do, then?” Yu Zhixue asked.

“I have no idea how we ended up together in the future, but as far as I’m concerned, we weren’t exactly on good terms back in college,” Yu Wenxuan said slowly.

That was putting it mildly. Back then, they had been outright rivals.

“So… how about we get a divorce?” he offered.

“I don’t accept that.”

Yu Zhixue stared at him, his voice trembling slightly. “Yu Wenxuan, what do you take marriage for? You think you can just end it with some nonsense about time travel?”

Yu Wenxuan caught that tremor—his chest tightened for a second.

He could tell… Yu Zhixue was afraid.

The Yu Zhixue he knew in college had never shown fear. No matter how big the issue, he never flinched.

The moment those words left his mouth, Yu Wenxuan realized he had made a mistake.

Based on Yu Zhixue’s earlier behavior, their relationship in the future was clearly very close. Putting himself in his shoes, Yu Wenxuan understood how hurtful a sudden divorce proposal must be.

Now things had completely derailed from his original plan—Stay status quo, slowly adjust his attitude, and then suggest separation.

But now? The status quo was broken. His attitude had already changed. And the divorce had been proposed.

From the moment he realized his marriage partner was his old nemesis, all his careful planning had been blown to pieces.

Faced with Yu Zhixue, he could no longer act rationally.

And worse—his current body responded to every little change in Yu Zhixue’s mood. Just hearing a slight quiver in his voice was enough to make his chest ache.

If they did divorce, he might be the first to break.

Yu Wenxuan sighed and, uncharacteristically, covered his face. His voice was hoarse. “Just… pretend I was talking nonsense.”

Yu Zhixue tugged at his sleeve, clearly not calm himself, and softly muttered, “Mm.”

Then he picked up a random throw pillow, hugging it to his lap and fidgeting with his pale fingers.

Yu Wenxuan couldn’t stand the silence. He stood up and said, “I’m going out for some air.”

Yu Zhixue didn’t stop him.

When Yu Wenxuan reached the front door, he paused and looked back.

Yu Zhixue’s long hair hung forward, revealing a thin back. He sat very straight, body visibly tense.

His chest ached again. That posture… looked strangely pitiful.

Remembering the chat logs he’d seen earlier, Yu Wenxuan sighed and, imitating his future self’s tone, muttered, “Don’t stay up too late.”

The bell above the door jingled as he stepped out.