What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Acting Assistant

 

After saying that line, Yu Zhixue essentially rage-quit and directly logged off the game.

 

The screens showing both players’ perspectives instantly went black, leaving behind stunned commentators and a flood of confused online viewers.

 

Back in the real world, Yu Zhixue opened his eyes.

 

He took off the VR headset and turned his head to the side, only to see that Yu Wenxuan had been even faster—he was already standing.

 

Yu Wenxuan reached out his hand to pull him up.

 

Looking at the hand hovering just a short distance in front of him, Yu Zhixue paused for two seconds, then grabbed Yu Wenxuan’s wrist and pulled it closer.

 

Then he lowered his head and bit down hard on the side of Yu Wenxuan’s palm.

 

This was pure, unfiltered revenge—and he really didn’t hold back.

 

Yu Wenxuan didn’t even flinch. He crouched down beside Yu Zhixue and didn’t tell him to let go.

 

Yu Zhixue only released his bite after quite a while. He let go of Yu Wenxuan’s wrist and looked up—the spot he’d bitten now bore a deep, distinct mark.

 

Still seated and clearly not planning to stand just yet, he leaned back slightly, puffed up one cheek, and urged: “Start explaining. Now.”

 

Yu Wenxuan looked at his face, silent for a moment before he began explaining his actions. “At the time, I was just trying to find an excuse not to beat up the dolls.”

 

“…?” Yu Zhixue couldn’t understand.

 

Those plushies were adorable—what was there to hate about them?

 

Yu Wenxuan rubbed the now-burning bite mark with his other hand and said, “The sofa is almost full of plushies. I felt like one or two more and my spot would be gone. So I lied.”

 

Yu Zhixue was momentarily sidetracked: “…There are that many?”

 

Yu Wenxuan gave a low hum. “You can check when we get back. It feels like there’s barely any space left for me.”

 

After saying that, he suddenly straightened up a bit, looked serious, and solemnly said, “I was wrong.” Then, slightly leaning down in a gesture of soft apology, he kissed Yu Zhixue’s chin.

 

His hair was messy, some strands damp with sweat and hanging weakly in front of his eyes. His face suddenly loomed very close.

 

Yu Zhixue liked beautiful things. And when it came to people, that basically made him a face-con.

 

He had high aesthetic standards. People had told him since childhood that he was pretty, and he had a very clear awareness of his own looks—so much so that he judged others by the standard of himself.

 

That rainy day when they first met, even though he found Yu Wenxuan annoying, he also thought, That’s one annoyingly handsome guy.

 

Otherwise, with Yu Zhixue’s personality, he wouldn’t have bothered with him.

 

He hadn’t expected that after so long, seeing Yu Wenxuan’s face up close again would still make him feel unsteady. His fingers twitched at his side.

 

Yu Wenxuan noticed his hesitation and added softly, “Whatever compensation you want, as long as I can do it, I’ll make it happen. I promise it won’t happen again.”

 

As he spoke, he lightly bumped noses with Yu Zhixue.

 

Yu Zhixue was a little dazed by the bump.

 

Honestly, the worst of his anger had already passed. That bite had served as his revenge, and with Yu Wenxuan explaining, it could have just ended there.

 

But now that Yu Wenxuan had offered compensation… well, he was shamefully tempted.

 

After thinking for a bit, Yu Zhixue said, “Then today, you have to listen to everything I say.”

 

“Okay.”

 

…

 

After they left, Yu Wenxuan felt how cold it was outside and bought a cup of hot cocoa, which he placed in Yu Zhixue’s hand.

 

Yu Zhixue looked down at the cup shoved into his hand and said, “I’m not thirsty.”

 

“Hold it to warm your hands. It’s cold out, and my hands and pockets are still icy,” Yu Wenxuan said, also holding a cup himself.

 

The warmth from the cocoa slowly spread through the cup, making his hands feel much cozier. Yu Zhixue took a sip and softly asked, “Want to go home?”

 

Yu Wenxuan replied, “I’ll go wherever you say today.”

 

“Then come with me to the office.” Yu Zhixue stopped walking. “I need to explain things in person and also give Ji Hua the day off.”

 

It was so cold that Yu Zhixue stomped his feet twice for warmth and then said seriously, “For the rest of today, you’ll be my personal assistant.”

 

Yu Wenxuan had never done this kind of job before, but he nodded, “Okay.”

 

Meanwhile, back at the office, Ji Hua unexpectedly received a day-off approval from Yu Zhixue. He didn’t hesitate and immediately packed up his things and left.

 

A paid day off? No way he was going to waste it.

 

As he walked out with his things, people passing by asked, “Xiao Ji, why are you leaving so early? It’s not even the end of the day. Who’s going to cover your work?”

 

Ji Hua replied mysteriously, “Someone’s taking over my shift. If anything comes up, just find him.”

 

As his figure faded into the distance, someone finally realized: “Take over? But… there’s only one assistant in this company?!”

…

Yu Zhixue didn’t actually make Yu Wenxuan sit at Ji Hua’s desk. Instead, he kept him in his office.

 

That afternoon, things were surprisingly quiet.

 

Some people who called in to ask about this or that were startled when they heard Yu Wenxuan’s calm “Hello,” and stuttered, “Who… who are you?”

 

Yu Wenxuan stated his name and casually added, “I’m currently acting as Assistant to President Yu.”

 

The person on the other end said nothing and promptly hung up.

 

With fewer tasks to handle, Yu Zhixue handed off some official documents to Yu Wenxuan.

 

Yu Wenxuan reviewed them while holding a pen, already marking unclear or questionable sections with notes.

 

He thought to himself, If Liu (his own assistant) finds out that I’m doing Yu Zhixue’s work instead of my own, he might break down crying and clutch my leg in despair.

 

Compared to Yu Wenxuan’s calm and methodical handling of government documents, Yu Zhixue looked much more miserable.

 

Most of the documents in his hand had been submitted from lower departments. Some were okay, but a few were a real mess.

 

Even now, he still hadn’t gotten rid of the habit of wanting to bring people in and deal with things face to face.

 

Yu Zhixue felt like these files were going to kill him. His hair even seemed to droop as he glanced sideways and kicked Yu Wenxuan’s leg.

 

Yu Wenxuan was almost done with the last document. He’d also highlighted some problem areas and added notes.

 

Without looking down, he accurately reached out and caught Yu Zhixue’s lower leg, then gave the soft part of his calf a little squeeze through his pants.

 

Yu Zhixue instantly jerked his leg back.

 

Yu Wenxuan finally closed the file and looked up, asking with mock seriousness, “Anything I can help you with, President Yu?”

 

Yu Zhixue froze. That title coming from Yu Wenxuan felt… weirdly in character, but also out of place.

 

He’d only wanted some sweet payback, and now it felt like they were in some kind of strange roleplay.

 

He coughed awkwardly. “Pour me a glass of water.”

 

“Plain water? Or tea, maybe coffee?” Yu Wenxuan turned around, his chair sliding noiselessly across the floor, almost like a real assistant.

 

That familiar tone made Yu Zhixue feel like he was back to being the boss: “Coffee. Two sugar cubes.”

 

Yu Wenxuan: “Got it.”

 

A few minutes later, Yu Wenxuan brought the coffee back. He wasn’t much for latte art, unlike the other assistants.

 

But the taste was just right—after all, no one knew Yu Zhixue’s preferences better than he did.

 

Yu Zhixue took a sip and passed over the headache-inducing file for Yu Wenxuan to handle while he moved on to the next one.

 

As he read a few lines, he instinctively looked over at Yu Wenxuan—and their eyes met.

 

Yu Wenxuan was silently watching him. His dark eyes reflected some daylight, and he still held the file he’d just taken.

 

He pointed to the coffee and softly asked, “How’s the taste?”

 

Yu Zhixue gave a reserved nod. “Not bad.”

 

Yu Wenxuan smiled, clearly satisfied with the response: “Glad to hear it.”

 

Yu Zhixue looked away and tried to focus on the document. He absentmindedly twirled a lock of his hair and read for another ten minutes before stealing another glance.

 

This time, their eyes didn’t meet—Yu Wenxuan was fully absorbed in the document.

 

His glasses were still back in his own office, so when he came across small print, he’d squint slightly, and the lines of his profile looked so clean.

 

Yu Zhixue suddenly found the document unbearably boring. He couldn’t focus.

 

Earlier, at least he had been annoyed enough to push through. This time, it was his own fault.

 

He’d been managing fine all this time—but with Yu Wenxuan sitting beside him, everything changed.

 

Yu Zhixue had heard of people keeping their lovers as personal assistants—not just for handling work, but also for… other affairs.

 

Right now, it felt like he had brought his own beloved to sit beside him. It was dizzying.

 

He lowered his eyes and silently pondered how workplace relationships between bosses and assistants usually played out.

 

Then he murmured something under his breath.

 

Yu Wenxuan, still focused on the document, didn’t catch it. He turned and asked, “What did you just say?”

 

Yu Zhixue leaned back in his chair, holding the document up to cover his face. His pale fingers gripped the edges tightly.

 

He repeated the words—but they were even softer this time, muffled behind the file.

 

Only after speaking did he lower the file slightly, revealing a pair of damp, glimmering eyes peeking out from behind it.

 

Yu Wenxuan immediately walked over, forcibly took the file from his hands, and tossed it onto the desk.

 

In that moment, he didn’t look like an assistant at all.

 

With nothing to hide behind, Yu Zhixue’s slightly red face was laid bare before him.

 

Yu Wenxuan placed both hands on the armrests of the chair, leaning in with a pressuring presence.

 

“Too quiet. Say it again.”

 

After two seconds, Yu Zhixue spoke—his voice even quieter than before, trembling and nearly inaudible.

 

But Yu Wenxuan heard it clearly.

 

Yu Zhixue said, “Come kiss me.”

 

The already minimal distance between them vanished completely.

 

Yu Wenxuan leaned in—his black hair brushing against Yu Zhixue’s nose, making it itch a little.

 

Just before the kiss grew overwhelming, with breathlessness creeping in, Yu Zhixue grabbed a handful of his hair at the back of his head.

 

“You said you’d do whatever I wanted today,” he reminded.

 

Yu Wenxuan raised his head slightly at that. Yu Zhixue pressed hard against the corner of his mouth.

 

Despite his uncertain heart, his face remained calm except for a hint of pink. He grasped Yu Wenxuan’s chin and asked, “Can you kiss gently? Don’t be so rough.”

 

The words sounded like… something not-so-decent.

 

Yu Wenxuan exhaled heavily. His voice whispered beside Yu Zhixue’s ear before he finally answered, “…I can.”

 

The muscles in his back tensed one by one with restraint, but he still did as told—kissing him gently, slowly.

 

This time, it was just right. Yu Zhixue could control the rhythm.

 

The kiss felt so good that Yu Zhixue let out a few soft moans without realizing it.

 

Yu Wenxuan paused upon hearing them.

 

But Yu Zhixue responded by curling his tongue around his, tenderly engaging him again.

 

…

 

When they finally pulled apart, both their lips were stained the same shade of red. Yu Wenxuan remained in the same position, his hands braced beside Yu Zhixue, eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint.

 

He stuck out his tongue to lick the moisture from his lips and asked in a husky, sultry voice:

 

“Are you satisfied with my service, President Yu?”