What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Photo Album… and a Good Morning Kiss

 

The next day, when sending Yu Zhixue to the office, Yu Wenxuan didn’t stop at a distance like he usually did. Instead, he walked in holding Yu Zhixue’s hand.

 

He had just come back from a business trip a few days ago, so the next two days were considered extra rest.

 

It had been a long time since Yu Wenxuan last visited, and the receptionist didn’t recognize him at first. It wasn’t until he walked in that he suddenly realized—

 

Wait a second? Why is Yu Wenxuan here again?!

 

He nudged the person next to him to look up, just in time to see that Yu Wenxuan wasn’t alone—he was holding someone’s hand.

 

He occasionally bent down to say something to that person, and even when he got pushed away, he wasn’t angry. Instead, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair hanging near that person’s hand.

 

The person beside him was wearing a mask, so their face wasn’t visible. The receptionist stared for a long time and then suddenly got chills.

 

He really must have woken up in a daze this morning—otherwise, how could he possibly think the person Yu Wenxuan was holding looked exactly like Yu Zhixue?

 

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who had that thought, but someone else was clearly less composed. They blurted out in shock:

 

“…President Yu?”

 

Yu Zhixue, reacting instinctively, looked over.

 

…

 

That morning, Yu Zhixue noticed that Yu Wenxuan had kissed him a little too roughly the night before. His lip had been bitten and was now a bit swollen.

 

Anyone with eyes could tell what had happened.

 

He stood in front of the mirror for a while, touched his lip—it still hurt a little.

 

Yu Wenxuan, seeing there was no movement inside, walked in and saw Yu Zhixue staring blankly at the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

 

Yu Zhixue turned around and pointed to his lips, silently staring at him.

 

Yu Wenxuan saw the watery look in his eyes and the gesture toward his mouth—and two seconds later, he kissed him. When he pulled away, he even gave his lips a teasing lick.

 

Already red, his lips now glistened with moisture. Yu Zhixue covered his mouth and took two steps back. “I meant my lips are swollen.”

 

Yu Wenxuan pulled his hand down, pinched his chin, and examined it. Sure enough, there was a bite mark. He chuckled, “I thought you were asking for a good morning kiss.”

 

Yu Zhixue fell silent.

 

After breakfast, Yu Wenxuan stood behind him with a comb, wearing several colored hair ties on his wrist.

 

He tied up Yu Zhixue’s hair, then extended his arm in front of him and asked naturally, “Which one do you want?”

 

Yu Zhixue didn’t really understand the difference, but Yu Wenxuan had a strange passion for buying all kinds of small trinkets. His gaze drifted left and right before pointing at one randomly.

 

After tying it, Yu Wenxuan patted his cheek. “Baby, stand up so I can take a look.”

 

Confused, Yu Zhixue stood up. Then he heard, “Turn around.”

 

Yu Zhixue: “?”

 

Still, he obediently spun in a circle.

 

After appreciating him thoroughly, Yu Wenxuan finally began to consider what to do about the mark on Yu Zhixue’s lip. It wasn’t about hiding anything—just that Yu Zhixue was embarrassed.

 

There was no way it would go down in time. After finishing up, Yu Wenxuan pulled out a mask he had bought earlier, tore open the package, and helped Yu Zhixue put it on.

 

His face was small to begin with, and with a mask, most of it was hidden—only a pair of eyes were visible.

 

Yu Wenxuan checked his things and, seeing that nothing was missing, got ready to leave.

 

But Yu Zhixue hadn’t moved. He simply pulled the mask down a bit.

 

“Too stuffy?” Yu Wenxuan asked, watching his motion.

 

He’d worn that mask once while waiting for someone and thought it was fine. If Yu Zhixue felt uncomfortable, they’d just have to find another solution.

 

Yu Zhixue pulled the mask down to his chin, pressed his lips together, and said softly, “…Good morning kiss.”

 

That earlier one had been an accident. Strictly speaking, Yu Wenxuan hadn’t given him a proper good morning kiss yet.

 

The faint scent of wood lingered in the warm breath between them. Yu Wenxuan cupped his face and kissed him lightly.

 

“Good morning.”

 

Whether it was because of the mask or because Yu Wenxuan was beside him, no one recognized Yu Zhixue as they walked through the front doors to the company.

 

Then, someone suddenly called his name. Yu Zhixue reflexively looked over—

 

And locked eyes with two young women who stared at him in disbelief.

 

Without saying a word, Yu Zhixue dragged Yu Wenxuan into the private elevator and went straight upstairs.

 

Ji Hua, who had behaved himself for over a week, was once again bombarded with messages in the company group chat. He opened his phone and nearly choked on his coffee.

 

Here’s a ghost story: “I just saw President Yu walk into the office holding hands with Yu Wenxuan.”

 

“?? Isn’t it nearly winter? Why are people still playing April Fools’ jokes in the group chat? Pick a more believable pair next time and I might believe it.”

 

Here’s another ghost story. “She’s telling the truth—because I saw it too…”

 

Messages exploded in the group, and someone even tagged Ji Hua, causing the chat to spiral out of control.

 

Ji Hua stared at the swarm of questions asking what was going on. Unsure whether his boss meant to go public or was just acting on a whim, he played it safe.

 

Maybe their relationship just suddenly improved.”

 

Whether others believed it or not was up to them. After sending that message, Ji Hua turned off his phone.

 

So, everyone who went to report to Yu Zhixue’s office that day received an unprecedented surprise—seeing Yu Wenxuan sitting beside him.

 

Yu Wenxuan sat reading a book. He didn’t act stuck-up, but his presence was far too strong, making everyone nervous.

 

Sometimes, he’d step away from reading to pour himself some water—using Yu Zhixue’s cup.

 

Those who knew how picky Yu Zhixue was immediately lowered their heads and started counting in their heads, waiting to see how long it would take for Yu Wenxuan to be scolded and kicked out.

 

But one second passed, ten seconds passed… and Yu Zhixue still didn’t react.

 

After a while, Yu Zhixue finally spoke—but not in the tone they expected. Looking up at Yu Wenxuan, he said, “Pour one for me too.”

 

Yu Wenxuan smiled and poured him a glass.

 

These employees had survived countless scoldings from Yu Zhixue, but as they walked out, their steps were shaky.

 

What now? It feels like… we’ve learned something really big…

…

After work, Yu Wenxuan received a rare call from his mother.

 

She said she and Yu’s father were planning to go traveling for a while. Before they left, she wanted Yu Wenxuan to bring Yu Zhixue over for dinner.

 

The Yu family home was brightly lit. Mother Yu had just set the final dish on the table when someone knocked at the door.

 

She jogged over to open it. Yu Wenxuan was taking off Zhixue’s scarf and helping him find a pair of slippers at the entryway.

 

As they walked into the warm room, Yu Wenxuan’s glasses began to fog up. He reached up to remove them, but another hand got there first.

 

Yu Wenxuan bent down slightly to make it easier for Yu Zhixue to help.

 

Mother Yu had already taken her seat but realized the two hadn’t joined them yet. She turned around to find them still dawdling sweetly at the door.

 

She cleared her throat, “Dinner’s ready! What are you two standing there for?”

 

Yu Zhixue instantly snapped out of it and pulled his hand back, feeling oddly guilty like a child caught red-handed.

 

But Yu Wenxuan didn’t seem fazed at all. He casually moved to block his mother’s line of sight.

 

From behind, Yu Zhixue pinched his hand and whispered, “Why didn’t you warn me?”

 

Yu Wenxuan truly didn’t see the need. “It’s not like we were kissing. What’s there to hide?”

 

He said it so naturally, then guided Yu Zhixue to the table and sat him down.

 

The meal wasn’t fancy, but it was clearly prepared with care.

 

Once Yu Zhixue removed his mask, the people across the table kept stealing glances at him—until their gazes circled back to Yu Wenxuan.

 

Yu Wenxuan calmly helped Yu Zhixue with his food and said, “If you keep staring, he’s going to run off with me.”

 

Only then did the couple across the table avert their eyes and, trying to cover up, clumsily served Zhixue some food too.

 

Under the table, Zhixue kicked Yu Wenxuan’s leg.

 

But Yu Wenxuan didn’t react. In fact, he hooked their legs together and even nudged up Zhixue’s pant leg with the tip of his shoe. The cool leather brushed against his skin, making him flinch.

 

Yu Zhixue: “!”

 

Yu Wenxuan tilted his head and let out a soft chuckle.

 

Mother Yu, who had just served him soup, noticed the flinch and asked in concern, “Cold? I’ll turn up the heat.”

 

“I’m fine,” Yu Zhixue quickly shook his head and retracted his leg.

 

He remembered Yu Wenxuan mentioning their travel plans before, so to change the subject, he asked where they were headed.

 

Mother Yu lit up at the question and eagerly pulled out photos. “Isn’t it beautiful? I picked the place myself. His dad is absolutely useless when it comes to planning.”

 

Yu Zhixue glanced at the picture. It was beautiful—perfect for a vacation getaway.

 

He nodded sincerely. “It’s really nice.”

 

Hearing that, Yu Wenxuan put down his chopsticks and leaned in to take a look too. He whispered in Zhixue’s ear, “You like this kind of place?”

 

Zhixue didn’t push him away and nodded.

 

Yu Wenxuan stared at the photo a bit longer, as if trying to commit it to memory.

 

Not long after, dinner ended. The Yus’ flight was scheduled for later that night, so they needed to leave soon.

 

Father Yu pulled Wenxuan aside for a private chat. Zhixue stood nearby, unsure what to do and looking for a place to sit down—until a hand landed on his shoulder.

 

He turned to see Mother Yu behind him. He opened his mouth to greet her, but she quickly put a finger to her lips, gesturing for silence. “I have something for you.”

 

Though puzzled, he followed her upstairs.

 

She led him to their bedroom, which was already a bit sparse in preparation for their trip.

 

She rummaged through a pile of odds and ends on the table and handed him something that looked like a book.

 

It was heavier than expected.

 

Under her quiet gaze, Yu Zhixue opened it—and realized it wasn’t a book at all, but a photo album.

 

Inside were countless photos, some with yellowed edges, clearly taken years ago.

 

He flipped to the first page and saw a childhood photo of Yu Wenxuan, around three or four years old, pouting at the camera.

 

From babbling toddler to vibrant youth, he watched the boy grow through every photo.

 

Mother Yu, watching him hold the album so tenderly, said, “I took all of those. Not bad, right? My photography skills?”

 

“Every photo is beautiful,” Zhixue said sincerely. “But it’s too precious… Are you really giving this to me?”

 

Mother Yu waved her hand casually. “Back then, I just wanted to document his childhood. Now we’re always on the road—there’s not much left to document.”

 

She looked him in the eye. “There are still plenty of blank pages left. Fill them with your memories together.”

 

Zhixue couldn’t bring himself to say no. “I will.”

 

He flipped a few more pages. The photos became newer.

 

And then his gaze stopped.

 

The background of that photo was very familiar—

 

It was their college classroom.