What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sleepless

With a strange state of mind, Yu Wenxuan watched the entire process of Yu Zhixue eating dinner.

Yu Zhixue ate very seriously, but he didn’t eat much. Toward the end, he was just nibbling bit by bit, looking like it was quite difficult.

His appetite was basically cat-sized.

Yu Wenxuan’s gaze lingered on Yu Zhixue’s slender wrist as it was revealed during his small movements.

Back when he saw Yu Zhixue from upstairs, he’d already thought he was too thin. Now, he still felt the same.

Yu Zhixue poked at the food in the bowl, hardly moving his chopsticks anymore, wearing a tangled expression.

What a worrisome person.

Yu Wenxuan reached out, pulled the plate in front of Yu Zhixue over, and said in a calm voice tinged with helplessness,
“If you can’t eat anymore, then stop. You’ll get a stomachache later.”

Yu Zhixue was stunned for a moment. “Okay.”

Only after Yu Wenxuan finished cleaning up did he realize what he had just done.

Wait.

Why did he just naturally start taking care of Yu Zhixue?

But then again, the Yu Zhixue five years later seemed a little dazed and a little cute, and he was his legal husband after all.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pamper him a bit.

It wasn’t until this moment that Yu Wenxuan suddenly realized — he was actually starting to accept the fact that Yu Zhixue was his husband.

And to go from wanting a divorce to this point, Yu Zhixue had only said one word: “Thank you.”

Yu Wenxuan walked back to the living room and saw Yu Zhixue sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space.

He sighed inwardly. No wonder he was his old nemesis — what a smooth operator.

Yu Zhixue felt a strange gaze and turned his head, only to find Yu Wenxuan looking at him with a complex expression.

He tried to interpret it — was that… admiration?

What on earth would Yu Wenxuan admire about him? It couldn’t be admiration for how much he ate.

Noticing Yu Zhixue’s confused gaze, Yu Wenxuan finally realized he’d been staring too long.

“Where am I sleeping?” Yu Wenxuan averted his gaze and asked.

Yu Zhixue’s fingers twisted together nervously under the table, almost like he was trying to tie a knot.

After a short pause, he spoke, “We usually sleep in the same bed. But… if you really don’t want to, you can rest in the guest room. All the rooms are regularly cleaned.”

“Alright.” Yu Wenxuan responded.

He had already looked around the place before Yu Zhixue returned, so he turned and headed toward the guest bedroom on the left.

Yu Zhixue watched the tall, dark figure slowly disappear from view, and a shiver ran down his spine.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through their old messages from before his business trip.

Yu Wenxuan: “When you get back, I promise I won’t leave your side for even a moment. Don’t be sad, baby.”

The phone screen dimmed, and Yu Zhixue gently pressed his forehead against it, his dark hair falling over the edges.

His voice was soft, almost vanishing into the silence.
“Yu Wenxuan… liar.”

…

The guest room was very clean.

After entering, Yu Wenxuan undressed and took a shower.

Over ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened, pushed by a long, slender hand.

Dressed in a bathrobe, water dripped slowly from his black hair, sliding down his straight nose.

He ran his hand through his damp hair, and his face looked rather unpleasant.

No matter how he thought about it, he just couldn’t understand how his future self could behave like this.

When Yu Zhixue had just finished speaking earlier, his body had almost instinctively leaned over to him, like it was saying:
“Wife, wife, let’s sleep together tonight.”

Luckily, his willpower was strong enough to drag this stubborn body back to the guest room.

He grabbed a towel nearby, gave his hair a quick rub, then lay down on the bed.

It was already quite late. He had spent the entire afternoon dealing with company matters, so logically he should have been exhausted.

But he couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t sleep. His mind was unusually clear.

Yu Wenxuan felt a strange emptiness in his arms. He wasn’t the type to sleep hugging anything, so it was obvious—His future self had gotten used to sleeping with Yu Zhixue in his arms.

Yu Wenxuan opened his eyes and resignedly turned on his phone. He started scrolling aimlessly, but somehow ended up searching for news about Yu Zhixue.

Several articles popped up. After graduating, Yu Zhixue had chosen to take over the family business.

Back in college, part of the reason they were known as “rivals” was because their family backgrounds were equally impressive.

One of the images from a press conference showed Yu Zhixue with both hands on the podium, leaning forward slightly, long hair tied up high.

Below were rows upon rows of microphones and cameras — it was an overwhelming scene.

Yu Zhixue wore no expression, his narrow eyes cold. He looked down with a subtle gaze. Combined with his exquisitely beautiful face, the effect was devastatingly powerful.

Looking at the image, Yu Wenxuan almost felt like they were making eye contact.

His mind blanked for a second, but his fingers instinctively hit “save.”

Scrolling down, he saw the comments:

“This face… are you sure he’s not in showbiz? He’s stunning!”
“Please look at the article title. This is the heir of the Yu Corporation. No way someone this rich would enter the entertainment industry. That would be degrading.”
“I just looked it up. Married? Who got so lucky?! (Crying)”
“I work at Yu Corp. Trust me — don’t bother fantasizing. President Yu and his spouse are ridiculously close. I always see them on the phone together when I drop off reports. The way he talks is sooo gentle… Ugh, I’m drowning in PDA.”
“Are all CEOs into early marriages now?? Even the one from Yu Corp’s rival company is…”
“?? Can you not? Their products are direct competitors!”

So this was the current situation:
They’d gone from rivals in school to competitors in the market.

But they were also in love and already married?

A real sneak attack from inside the enemy camp.

While Yu Wenxuan was scrolling through the articles, on the other side of the house, Yu Zhixue was also wide awake.

He sat on the edge of the bed in the dark room, lit only by the faint glow of his phone.

A moment later, it chimed.

Dr. Liang: “The surgery just ended. What’s going on?”

Yu Zhixue called him right away. It only rang a few times before being picked up.

Liang Sheng’s tired voice came through. “It’s late — what’s up?”

Yu Zhixue told him everything about what Yu Wenxuan had said about “time travel” and their current situation.

Liang Sheng was silent for a while before asking, “Do you believe him?”

“I… don’t know. I tested him. He really doesn’t remember anything from the past five years,” Yu Zhixue replied, sounding a bit lost.

Liang Sheng flipped through Yu Wenxuan’s medical records and pondered, “He was in a car accident two months ago. It’s possible he has mild retrograde amnesia as a side effect.”

Yu Zhixue gripped the phone tighter. “Didn’t you say it wasn’t serious at the time? Why is this happening now?”

Liang Sheng explained seriously, “The brain is a very delicate organ. Some things are beyond our control. At the time, we only found a mild concussion, and he met the criteria for discharge.”

Sensing Yu Zhixue’s worry, he tried to reassure him.
“Based on what you described, other than the memory loss, everything else seems normal. If you’re really concerned, you can bring him in for a checkup.”

Yu Zhixue thought about Yu Wenxuan’s attitude today and said with some self-mockery, “I’ll try.”

Now it was Liang Sheng’s turn to be stunned. He’d known the couple for a while and understood their relationship.

“Isn’t that just one word from you? Yu Wenxuan always listened to you.”

“He doesn’t now.”

Liang Sheng didn’t get it. “Why? Weren’t you two close five years ago?”

Yu Zhixue looked quietly at the wall, then softly replied after a while, “…No. Back then, he really didn’t like me.”

Liang Sheng was surprised.

He had seen just how clingy the two of them were. Yu Zhixue had a delicate constitution — not many serious illnesses, but frequent minor ones.

Sometimes Yu Zhixue wouldn’t even care, but Yu Wenxuan would be super cautious.

Listing off all his medical history and allergies while holding his hand at his bedside.

Later on, he even took over some of Yu Zhixue’s duties.

He was always sticking close, making sure he ate and rested properly. Liang Sheng had practically gotten cavities from how sweet they were.

He’d assumed they were childhood sweethearts or had been together for years — not this.

All he could do now was offer advice. “He doesn’t seem to be in serious condition. Your best bet is to go along with his current logic and wait. Don’t pressure him — let him adjust slowly.”

Yu Zhixue hummed in agreement and asked, “How long will it take for his memory to recover?”

Liang Sheng: “It’s hard to say. A few weeks at best, months at worst. Depends on the individual.”

Of course, it was also possible he’d never recover it. But Liang Sheng, seeing how fragile Yu Zhixue was right now, decided not to say that.

They chatted for a bit longer, mainly Liang Sheng telling him not to rush and just treat Yu Wenxuan as he was five years ago. They could worry about memory recovery later.

After hanging up, Yu Zhixue set his phone aside and lay back on the bed.

A bed made for two felt especially empty now. He buried himself under the covers, curling up slightly.

It was a very insecure posture.

As he inhaled the faint scent lingering in the bedding, his thoughts grew hazy. He was far from as calm as he appeared — all that poise earlier was just instinctive self-defense.

Whenever he felt overwhelmed or panicked, he would instinctively shut down his emotions.

Three years of marriage, countless kisses and “I love you’s,” had made Yu Zhixue forget that Yu Wenxuan used to dislike him.

That thought made it hard to breathe. He instinctively reached out to one side — but found nothing.

Yu Zhixue couldn’t sleep. For a moment, he even wanted to get up and go to Yu Wenxuan.

But he remembered the doctor’s advice and forced himself to suppress the urge.

Biting his lip, his expression dimmed.

And just then — there was a soft knock at the door.

It was gentle, yet clear.

Yu Zhixue’s eyes widened slightly.

Why was Yu Wenxuan here? Did he forget something?

Yu Zhixue walked to the door, mentally reviewing what might be missing from the room.

Opening the door, he was met with a tall figure standing there.

Yu Wenxuan stood casually, hand still raised from knocking. When the door opened, he lowered it, eyes drifting downward.

He was much taller than Yu Zhixue, and from this angle, he could see the fluttering lashes trembling with unease — like a delicate butterfly.

Yu Wenxuan looked like he had accepted his fate. With a “to hell with it” kind of expression, he leaned forward slightly and looked Yu Zhixue straight in the eyes — pitch black and full of sincerity.

In the dim hallway, Yu Wenxuan’s breath gently brushed against Yu Zhixue’s nose.

And then he softly asked, “Do you need to be coaxed to sleep?”