What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 25
Chapter 25: Sunny Day
The loud voice on the other end of the call made Yu Zhixue’s ear ring. He frowned slightly but didn’t say anything.
Cheng Yu was still puzzled.
“Didn’t you guys get married three years ago? Why would you confess now?? Is this some kind of new relationship kink or something?”
Yu Zhixue didn’t bother to explain much.
“Can you help or not?”
With that kind of attitude, what could Cheng Yu say? Besides, it was just helping a brother set up a surprise—not like he was doing anything to hurt Yu Wenxuan. So after two seconds of thought, he agreed.
“How do you want to do it?” Cheng Yu asked.
Yu Zhixue replied, “Just the same as when Yu Wenxuan confessed to me.”
Cheng Yu had to drag up an old memory from way back. It took him a few seconds to remember the scene.
“Alright, I’ll help.”
His tone turned unusually serious.
“But I’ll say this first—most of what happened back then was all arranged by Yu Wenxuan himself. I only helped a little. I don’t know the full process, so you’ll have to figure that part out on your own.”
Yu Zhixue didn’t mind.
“That’s fine. Just do what you did before—I’ll handle the rest.”
While he was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window discussing things seriously with Cheng Yu, he didn’t notice the footsteps approaching from behind.
Yu Wenxuan walked over with a bowl of fruit and heard Yu Zhixue on the phone, clearly unaware of his presence.
He asked casually, “What are you talking about?”
Yu Zhixue: “!!”
He immediately hung up and hid his phone behind his back. Not knowing how much Yu Wenxuan had overheard, he cautiously asked,
“How long have you been standing there?”
Yu Wenxuan looked at his jumpy, guilty reaction—like a cat with its fur on end—and said calmly,
“A while. Hiding something from me?”
Yu Zhixue:
“No.”
Yu Wenxuan chuckled softly.
“You should take a look in the mirror, baby. Your guilt is basically spilling out of your eyes.”
Ever since that kiss the other day, Yu Wenxuan no longer avoided using the nickname. Now he said it smoothly and naturally, with no trace of the previous awkwardness.
Exposed, Yu Zhixue used the most straightforward trick in the book—changing the subject.
He stood on tiptoe and gave Yu Wenxuan a quick kiss on the lips—light and brief.
Yu Wenxuan touched his lips.
“That a bribe?”
Yu Zhixue hesitated.
“Kind of?”
“Mhm, then I won’t ask anymore,” Yu Wenxuan said.
“But be careful. If I catch something suspicious, you’re done.”
Yu Zhixue thought about it—considering how well Yu Wenxuan knew him, and how unreliable Cheng Yu could be—there was a pretty good chance he’d get found out.
He suddenly felt like he’d found a way to manipulate Yu Wenxuan. So he leaned over and kissed Yu Wenxuan again—this time on the chin.
Yu Wenxuan: “…”
His bottom line had just been lowered. Again.
Yu Wenxuan used a fork to feed him a slice of apple. After making sure Yu Zhixue had bitten into it, he said, “I didn’t see anything.”
…
Yu Zhixue sat in the study, sketching out a plan on his computer.
Yu Wenxuan sat nearby, keeping his promise not to peek. Every time he needed something, he’d give a heads-up so as not to startle him.
Yu Zhixue stared at the screen, lashes lowered.
…A confession, huh.
That wasn’t just something etched into Yu Wenxuan’s memory—it was also a defining moment for him.
He still remembered it vividly. It was August 27th, a sunny day.
Yu Wenxuan had touched the corner of his eye and said a street in Xicheng District was open to the public that day. He asked if Yu Zhixue wanted to check it out.
Yu Zhixue nodded yes.
When they arrived, many shops had set up stalls outside, trying to attract customers.
There were delicious-looking tiramisus, handmade plush dolls, DIY sugar figurines, and even merchandise from the soap opera Yu Zhixue had been watching recently.
He had never shopped like that before—from one end of the street to the other, not skipping a single stall.
Once his hands were full, the bags were handed over to Yu Wenxuan, who smiled and quietly followed behind him, acting like a perfect bag-carrying boyfriend.
They walked all the way to the end of the street. Strangely, the final section was empty—except for an area outlined with balloons and flowers.
Thinking they’d reached the end, Yu Zhixue turned to leave.
But Yu Wenxuan had already put the bags down at some point and silently took Yu Zhixue’s hand, leading him forward.
Yu Zhixue was stunned and didn’t know what was going on.
Once they stepped inside, a hidden mechanism triggered and confetti rained down from above.
The shimmer caught Yu Zhixue’s eye, and instinctively, he grabbed one of the streamers floating down.
And then, distant voices suddenly rang out behind him—
“Be together! Be together!!”
He turned to look and saw everyone they’d run into earlier. They weren’t crowding in, just standing at a distance, waving and shouting out their blessings.
Yu Zhixue didn’t turn around right away.
Yu Wenxuan gently cupped his face and turned it toward himself.
“At a moment like this, shouldn’t you be looking at me?”
The sunlight was beautiful, casting a glow on Yu Wenxuan’s sharp features, softening them.
No wonder.
Yu Zhixue thought—Yu Wenxuan wasn’t someone with particularly mainstream tastes.
But how could there be a place in the world where everything just happened to match his preferences so perfectly?
—Because Yu Wenxuan had custom-made that happiness for him.
When he realized that, Yu Zhixue’s vision blurred. Tears welled in his eyes but didn’t fall yet, and his voice was small:
“You didn’t have to go this far.”
To outsiders, their relationship already looked like a public announcement. Neither of them denied it—they were basically already dating.
Even without this confession, nothing would’ve changed.
But Yu Wenxuan believed it was necessary. For someone as good as Yu Zhixue, he deserved a proper confession.
Yu Wenxuan leaned in and said firmly:
“I like you.”
Yu Zhixue’s tears finally fell.
When people feel too much happiness all at once, tears always fall a little faster than words.
Yu Wenxuan wiped his tears and asked, “Are you happy today?”
Yu Zhixue gave a muffled “Mm.”
“Good.” Yu Wenxuan leaned over and kissed the tear that had fallen again.
“Yu Zhixue, be my boyfriend.”
…
Back then, Yu Wenxuan gave him a heartfelt confession.
Now, three years later, Yu Zhixue was planning to give one in return.
The document on the computer was almost complete—except for one last section:
“Emotional Resonance.”
What Liang Sheng had mentioned—emotional resonance—meant recreating the same setting to evoke the same feelings and jog Yu Wenxuan’s memory.
Coincidentally, that night after the confession, Yu Zhixue had asked him what he’d been thinking at the time.
It was quiet in the room. Lying on the bed, he asked, “What were you thinking when you confessed?”
Yu Wenxuan hadn’t opened his eyes, like he was trying to recall. After a while, he gave a surprising answer.
“Excited. Nervous. Afraid.”
Yu Zhixue:
“…What?”
“Surprised? It was my first time doing something like that. I was worried I wouldn’t do well enough for you. I was scared of any little mishap. Scared you might say no.”
That kind of anxiety didn’t fit the usually composed Yu Wenxuan at all. But the emotion hidden in his words made Yu Zhixue’s hand tremble slightly.
Yu Zhixue protested, “I wouldn’t have said no.”
“I know. That was a lie,” Yu Wenxuan replied, taking his hand gently.
“Back then, all I could think about… was wanting to kiss you.”
…
Yu Zhixue replayed that whole conversation in his mind.
So the final step… should be a kiss from Yu Wenxuan. That part would be easy.
Considering how often they kissed these days, this would be the simplest step. Sometimes all it took was one look, and Yu Wenxuan would pull him into a kiss.
After finishing that last part of the plan, he noticed Cheng Yu had sent a few messages earlier.
Cheng Yu: “I’ve arranged everything on my end, but you’ll need to do the actual setup.”
Cheng Yu: “Are you sure doing this so openly won’t get you caught? Yu Wenxuan isn’t dumb.”
Yu Zhixue picked up his phone and replied:
Y: “It’s fine. I’ll go coordinate things tomorrow.”
Y: “He promised not to ask. If he sees anything, he’ll pretend he didn’t.”
Cheng Yu: “…D@mn.”
Cheng Yu: “Is there still hope for this level of love-struck behavior?”
Yu Zhixue didn’t bother reading the rest of the messages.
Time was tight, and he had finally pieced everything together.
Now, the most pressing problem was how to recreate that street scene.
The people and props could be arranged—but how could he fill the place with things Yu Wenxuan liked?
He’d mentally gone through a list just now and realized—Yu Wenxuan didn’t really have any obvious preferences. His desire for material things was shockingly low.
Most of his “hobbies” were things he picked up for Yu Zhixue’s sake.
Watching shows? Because Yu Zhixue liked them.
Sparkly jewelry? Because he liked seeing Yu Zhixue wear it.
Learning hairstyles online? Because Yu Zhixue had long hair.
When Yu Zhixue mentally stripped away everything related to himself, he realized… there wasn’t much left.
All he could think of were some basic preferences—favorite food, fashion style, preferred perfume.
But that wasn’t enough to recreate a whole street. For a moment, he even considered asking Yu Wenxuan directly.
But no—that wasn’t an option.
He hesitated, then went through his contacts and sent a message to a few people who had known Yu Wenxuan in the past.
Y: “Is there anything that Yu Wenxuan genuinely likes?”
The recipients were puzzled. Why would Yu Zhixue ask such a simple question?
Was this some new kind of PDA?
But out of courtesy, they still replied seriously.
And strangely, almost as if they had rehearsed it, their answers were eerily similar.
Message notifications flooded Yu Zhixue’s screen with beeps and chimes.
“He likes you.”