What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 21
Chapter 21: Possession
The sky over the capital looked especially gloomy today. The weather forecast had said there would be a heavy downpour, but for now, the rain still hadn’t fallen, so people had no choice but to carry on with their scheduled work and routine.
Yu Zhixue took a bite of the breakfast on the table. Opposite him, Yu Wenxuan had already finished eating and was checking messages.
It was from Assistant Liu, informing him that there was a banquet tonight—mixed attendance, semi-public in nature.
Normally, if the message had made its way to him, Yu Zhixue would have likely received it as well.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” Yu Wenxuan asked.
Yu Zhixue swallowed his food, thought for a moment, and replied, “There’s a banquet.”
Yu Wenxuan showed no change in expression. “Oh.”
That slightly dragged-out tone sounded odd. Yu Zhixue added, “I’ll come back early. Or I can cancel it.”
“No need.” Yu Wenxuan handed him his phone so Yu Zhixue could see the message thread. “See you tonight.”
……
Yu Wenxuan didn’t forget what he’d said. After finishing his tasks and before heading to the banquet, he made time to stop by a familiar brand to have a custom ear clip made.
He was a regular there. After a brief discussion about the design, they confirmed the delivery time—it would be sent to him later.
Once that was handled, he got into the chauffeured car and headed to the venue.
Outside, heavy clouds loomed. Not exactly nice weather. Yu Wenxuan changed the watch on his wrist, tossing the one he had just taken off to the side.
Ordinarily, one would bring a female companion or at least an assistant to this kind of event. But Yu Wenxuan arrived alone, invitation in hand.
Upon entering, he saw Yu Zhixue already inside. The latter stood by the banquet hall window, his back to the crowd, giving off a vibe of don’t bother me unless you must.
Yu Wenxuan had wanted to walk over but stopped short. He suddenly remembered—at this banquet, not everyone “knew” about their relationship.
He couldn’t just walk up casually. So he found a place to settle and kept casting glances from time to time.
Yu Zhixue accepted a glass of wine from a server, swirled it, took a sip—and immediately frowned like he’d just been attacked.
Yu Wenxuan could guess what he was thinking.
—Why does this taste so bad?
He chuckled and beckoned over a nearby server, saying something to him.
The server nodded. “We do have that, but it’s usually for kids. Shall I bring it to you now?”
“It’s not for me,” Yu Wenxuan said. “There’s someone standing by the southeast window. Please take it to him.”
He thought for a moment—there were others in that corner—and added, “The best-looking one.”
The server nodded, retrieved the item from the center station, placed it on a tray, and headed in that direction.
Yu Zhixue was still by the window, the wine in his hand untouched since that one sip.
Just then, a server approached with a tray holding a glass that looked identical to what he had earlier.
“I don’t need it,” Yu Zhixue said flatly.
The server looked slightly troubled. “A gentleman over there specifically asked that it be brought to you.”
Upon hearing that, Yu Zhixue fully turned around—and saw Yu Wenxuan watching him from across the room, raising his glass slightly in a toasting gesture.
Yu Zhixue hesitated briefly, then accepted the new drink. Only after the server left did he take a sip.
His brows furrowed again—but this time, not because of the taste.
It was soda. The sudden rush of carbonation caught him off guard.
…
Yu Wenxuan observed Yu Zhixue’s reaction for a while, then began sending over more items: cake, pudding…
Eventually, the server didn’t even need directions. He just picked up the tray and went straight to the usual spot.
Yu Zhixue accepted everything without complaint. The two of them stood at a distance, but their understanding of each other was seamless.
Soon, however, Yu Wenxuan ran into a problem.
He narrowly dodged a woman who looked like she was about to stumble into him.
Yu Wenxuan absolutely hated this kind of “accidental” physical contact at banquets.
These clichéd setups had stood the test of time—not because they were clever, but because they worked. If the man had any interest, it would turn into flirtation or something more.
Though the commotion wasn’t loud, Yu Wenxuan naturally drew attention. Many guests turned to look. Those who knew his personality in private couldn’t help but laugh at the woman’s stupidity.
Of all people, she had to target someone known for being obsessively protective of his lover.
The woman was a somewhat well-known actress. Not exactly an A-lister, but decent in appearance and reputation.
She hadn’t intended to approach Yu Wenxuan at first—his appearance and aura practically screamed unattainable. She just wanted a stepping stone, nothing ambitious.
But just now, she had seen Yu Wenxuan talking to a server with a soft smile and a tender glint in his eyes.
So the heir of the Yu family can look like that?
On a whim, she changed targets.
After nearly bumping into him, she tried to recover her composure and bowed. “I’m terribly sorry.”
But even after keeping her head down for a long moment, there was no reply. She finally couldn’t help looking up—only to realize Yu Wenxuan wasn’t even looking at her.
He was staring at someone else.
She followed his gaze and spotted two people talking in a corner. One of them she even recognized—they were both in the entertainment industry.
Yu Wenxuan was watching the man speaking with Yu Zhixue. His gaze sharpened.
That’s when he realized something: it wasn’t people trying to flirt with him that bothered him most—it was people flirting with Yu Zhixue.
……
Yu Zhixue stared at the boy in front of him, who seemed even younger than himself, trying to recall who he was.
The boy had decent features but radiated immaturity and a lack of substance. His entire outfit was designer, with his collar open down to his chest—completely tasteless.
The boy—Ding Heqing—lowered his head to mask the eagerness in his eyes and handed over a business card. “Nice to meet you. I’m an artist from Chenxi Entertainment.”
Yu Zhixue glanced at the card but didn’t take it. Instead, he asked plainly, “Can you get lost?”
Ding Heqing hadn’t expected such bluntness. But then again, this was the Yu family’s young master—when had he ever needed to be polite?
Fearing Yu Zhixue would have him thrown out, he dropped the pleasantries and spoke more suggestively: “…I’ve admired you for a long time, Mr. Yu. I was wondering if we could get to know each other better.”
He had targeted Yu Zhixue because of his high status—and because he sensed they were the same type of person.
Besides, Yu Zhixue was beautiful. Even if he ended up being a sugar baby, Ding Heqing wouldn’t mind.
Yu Zhixue replied coldly, “No chance. I’m married.”
The only reason he hadn’t already walked away was because he was still in a good mood from the sweets Yu Wenxuan had sent earlier.
Ding Heqing said, “But I’ve never seen your spouse. You must not be that close. Why not try something new—with me?”
Rich people always said things like “I’m married” or “I have a partner,” but behind closed doors, they were all the same—just pretending. Who could resist a little ‘fun’ when it was delivered straight to the door?
Just as Yu Zhixue was about to call security, he heard the guy say: “Mr. Yu?”
The next moment, a warm chest pressed up against his back.
Ding Heqing was just about to ask why Yu Wenxuan was here when he saw him lower his head beside Yu Zhixue’s neck, looking as if he were about to kiss him.
Yu Wenxuan’s fingers forcefully laced with Yu Zhixue’s, raising their joined hands to show off the matching rings.
Simple, elegant bands—now revealed for all to see.
Yu Zhixue’s husband… was Yu Wenxuan?
How much of what he had just said had Yu Wenxuan heard?
Ding Heqing’s heart sank.
Yu Wenxuan’s voice was ice-cold, laced with possessiveness. He used his height to shield Yu Zhixue behind him.
“As his legal spouse, let me answer you—we’re doing just fine.”
His eyes locked onto Ding Heqing’s. “Get lost.”
…
Yu Wenxuan dragged Yu Zhixue out to the small garden beyond the banquet hall. Night had fallen completely, and only a little light spilled out from the front gate.
There was a small pavilion in the garden. He didn’t stop until they reached it.
Yu Zhixue stood on tiptoe to touch Yu Wenxuan’s hair, his tone resolute: “By tomorrow, that guy will be blacklisted from the entire industry. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
Not anger—more like discomfort.
Yu Wenxuan had seen that man offering a business card while his eyes lingered over Yu Zhixue’s face and bare neck.
That look of lewd appraisal—it made him deeply uncomfortable.
The hour struck. The music fountain in the garden turned on, and the glow was just enough to illuminate Yu Zhixue’s face.
Suddenly, Yu Wenxuan reached out and undid the hair tie holding Yu Zhixue’s long hair, removing the accessory.
A possessive urge, delayed until now, suddenly flooded his entire chest.
He cupped Yu Zhixue’s face with one hand and called his full name.
Other than on the day Yu Wenxuan had lost his memory, Yu Zhixue had rarely heard him say his full name like that.
Yu Wenxuan’s voice was soft: “Just think of it as me going crazy for a second.”
Yu Zhixue hadn’t had time to react to what he meant by that—when he was suddenly pushed up against one of the pavilion’s columns.
Startled, he looked up in shock, not even able to speak—
And in the next second, his earlobe was gently sucked into a warm mouth.