What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Jealousy
Yu Zhixue was beginning to doubt whether the person in front of him was even real. Otherwise, how could the Yu Wenxuan from five years ago say something like “Do you need to be coaxed to sleep?”
His eyes were widened in shock, pupils slightly dilated.
Seeing his reaction, Yu Wenxuan began to regret it.
He really shouldn’t have acted on impulse and rushed over here. Saying something like “Do you need to be coaxed to sleep” was just… way too embarrassing.
Great. Now who knows what Yu Zhixue must think of him.
The atmosphere was undeniably awkward. Yu Wenxuan shifted his fingers uncomfortably. “Forget it, just pretend I nev—”
But before he could finish, he was cut off.
Yu Zhixue suddenly stepped forward—almost crashing into Yu Wenxuan’s chest.
He gently rested his forehead against Yu Wenxuan’s chest, arms tightly wrapped around his waist. His voice was slightly breathless but crystal clear: “I do.”
Afraid Yu Wenxuan hadn’t heard him, Yu Zhixue repeated, “I do… I really do.”
Yu Wenxuan stared down at the person in his arms, completely stunned.
Feeling the warmth and softness of the one nestled against him, he couldn’t help it—he leaned down and gently smoothed out Yu Zhixue’s long hair.
“I heard you.”
…
As for why Yu Wenxuan had suddenly come over in the first place—let’s rewind ten minutes.
He’d been browsing online absentmindedly and had ended up scrolling through nearly everything related to Yu Zhixue.
Not just looking—he’d been saving photos nonstop.
By the time he snapped out of it, his photo gallery was already densely packed with pictures of Yu Zhixue.
His finger hovered over the delete button for a long time, but he just couldn’t press it.
After a few seconds of silence, Yu Wenxuan chose the most self-deceiving option—
—Select all. Move to a private album.
After doing that, he let out a long sigh and idly scrolled some more. That’s when he stumbled upon the locked album he’d seen earlier in the car that afternoon.
Looking at the overly sentimental album name now, Yu Wenxuan actually felt like he kind of understood it.
After all, the current Yu Zhixue gave him the same feeling as a fluffy white cat.
Last time, he’d tried multiple passwords and failed. But now, he entered one confidently—
—1213, Yu Zhixue’s birthday.
Sure enough, the album popped open with a swipe.
Every single photo inside—all of them—were of Yu Zhixue. The number was honestly overwhelming.
There were photos of them at amusement parks together, celebrating holidays, and even one where Yu Zhixue was lying peacefully in bed, asleep, with someone poking his cheek.
Yu Wenxuan scrolled through them one by one until he reached a video.
Unlike the clearly candid photos, this clip looked like it had been taken from a video call.
In the dimly lit frame, Yu Zhixue sat on his bed hugging his knees and asked, “When are you coming back?”
Yu Wenxuan’s own voice responded, “Very soon.”
Yu Zhixue lowered his head and softly said, “Oh.” His long hair fell loosely around him. He looked fragile, lost in thought.
Yu Wenxuan’s voice again: “Has anyone ever told you how clingy you are, baby?”
Yu Zhixue gave a soft glare through the screen—completely lacking any bite—and finally muttered, “I just want you to stay with me.”
“I hate being alone here.”
…
After wrestling with himself for a few minutes, Yu Wenxuan finally gave in, tidied himself up a little, and knocked on Yu Zhixue’s door.
If he had to admit it, he’d just gone soft. Seeing that clip of Yu Zhixue like that—he couldn’t, in good conscience, leave him alone.
Let’s just call it fulfilling a partner’s duty. Settling an old emotional debt from five years ago, Yu Wenxuan told himself.
…
Yu Zhixue was visibly emotional. His arms, wrapped tightly around Yu Wenxuan, were slightly trembling.
Yu Wenxuan sighed, a little helplessly. “Are you not going to let me in?”
After a few seconds, Yu Zhixue finally released him and led him inside.
Yu Wenxuan casually shut the door behind him, scanning the bedroom. When he looked back, Yu Zhixue was already standing in front of him with a set of clothes.
Looking at the black pajamas—clearly part of a matching set with what Yu Zhixue was wearing—Yu Wenxuan hesitated, then ultimately gave in.
Soon, the bathroom door creaked open.
Yu Wenxuan really did suit that color. His features were already refined and clear; the dark clothes made him look even more calm and elegant.
He glanced at Yu Zhixue, who was sitting on the bed staring into space. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Yu Zhixue looked up at him, hesitated, then finally asked quietly, “Will you… sleep with me every night from now on?”
Under that gaze, Yu Wenxuan could clearly see the hidden hope in his eyes.
Yu Zhixue had hidden that emotion well—but that kind of subtle suppression only made Yu Wenxuan think…
He’s way too good. And kind of pitiful.
His brain fuzzed over, and he agreed without thinking.
People always say the first time is the hardest—sleeping once or a few times, what’s the difference?
Watching Yu Zhixue’s eyes light up with joy, Yu Wenxuan suddenly felt like it was all worth it.
Still grinning, Yu Zhixue pulled Yu Wenxuan by the hand and started walking toward the desk.
Yu Wenxuan: “?”
His palm was suddenly filled with a much smaller, soft hand. He instinctively gave it a gentle squeeze.
Yu Zhixue’s hand was soft but slender, with no extra flesh. His fingertips were cool. Even after getting squeezed, he didn’t resist—just obediently kept holding on.
Yu Wenxuan was led along without understanding what was happening.
Yu Zhixue let go, rummaged around on the desk, then picked up a pen and started writing.
Yu Wenxuan glanced over and felt a wave of déjà vu.
Yu Zhixue moved quickly. After finishing, even his ears were red. He held it up and showed it to Yu Wenxuan.
He’d acted cute and clingy with Yu Wenxuan plenty before—but facing a version of him who had “lost his memory,” Yu Zhixue suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
It was a familiar sticky note, in familiar handwriting, with the familiar words:
“Yu Wenxuan promises…”
Yu Wenxuan looked at Yu Zhixue’s lowered head and sighed in resignation.
He took the note, bent over to grab the pen from the desk, and signed his name with flair.
He’d just been mocking that sticky note earlier when he saw it. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was willingly signing it himself.
Yu Zhixue looked like he wanted to say something else.
But Yu Wenxuan didn’t give him the chance. He put away the note and pen, coldly grabbed the back of Yu Zhixue’s collar—and dragged him straight to the bed.
Yu Zhixue let out a soft yelp. The mattress was fluffy, so it didn’t hurt, but he was stunned.
Yu Wenxuan loomed over him, then lightly tapped his forehead. “What are you still thinking about? Go to sleep. Or are you not planning to show up at the company tomorrow?”
Yu Zhixue, half-asleep, covered his forehead and mumbled, “Yu Wenxuan, tomorrow’s a holiday.”
Yu Wenxuan: “…”
As expected, freshly transmigrated President Yu had no idea what day it was.
Even after getting called out, Yu Wenxuan stayed unbothered. “Are you going to sleep or not? If not, I’m leaving.”
That threat instantly deflated Yu Zhixue.
He quietly turned off the bedside lamp, slipped under the covers, and buried most of his head.
Under the blanket, his hand reached out and patted the space beside him before quickly retreating. “Sleep here.”
Yu Wenxuan followed his lead and climbed in. The bed was big, and there was still plenty of space between them.
Yu Zhixue behaved for a while, but soon he began to slowly inch closer under the covers.
It was Yu Wenxuan’s first time sharing a bed with someone, and he couldn’t help but tense up.
He could feel the warmth drawing nearer and froze in place.
Just as the distance between them was about to disappear, Yu Zhixue stopped.
They weren’t touching, but their breathing could be faintly felt. If Yu Wenxuan leaned forward just a bit more, his chin could rest atop Yu Zhixue’s head.
It was… a very comforting position.
Once he found a comfortable spot, Yu Zhixue relaxed completely and quickly drifted off into a deep, defenseless sleep.
In the darkness, Yu Wenxuan opened his eyes.
He stared at Yu Zhixue’s peaceful, beautiful face and leaned in slightly to inhale his scent.
A faint floral fragrance lingered in the air—he’d noticed it since he entered the room.
Yu Wenxuan raised his hand and hovered it in front of Yu Zhixue’s face.
So small.
Just one hand could almost cover his whole face. How had he not noticed in college that Yu Zhixue’s face was so tiny?
And honestly, it looked like it’d be really nice to pinch.
But Yu Wenxuan didn’t dare. After finally getting him to fall asleep, who was going to coax him again if he woke up?
Instead, he gently gathered a strand of Yu Zhixue’s hair and idly twirled it between his fingers.
No wonder he was a pampered young master. His hair was cool like silk, and the texture was incredible.
His thoughts gradually drifted off, and not long after, Yu Wenxuan also fell into a deep sleep.
Both of them were exhausted. They didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
…
Yu Zhixue was woken up by his phone vibrating.
Drowsy, he opened his eyes and reached for the phone by the bed—only to find himself unable to move.
His mind snapped awake.
Looking down, he found their sleeping position had completely changed from the night before.
Yu Wenxuan’s arm was wrapped around his waist, and his pajama top had ridden up, revealing a small patch of skin and the curve of his waist.
That hand rested directly on his bare skin, radiating heat.
Yu Zhixue tried to shift away, but couldn’t. The hold was subtle—but firm enough to keep him from moving.
After a while, he finally managed to wriggle free.
Yu Wenxuan’s brows twitched slightly in his sleep.
Yu Zhixue sat up and took the call, lowering his voice, “Hello?”
“Hey, Xiaoxue!” a woman’s voice came from the other end. “Took you long enough to pick up. Did Wenxuan bully you right after getting back from his trip?”
Yu Zhixue suddenly felt the phone was burning hot in his hand. “…Mom, no.”
Yu’s mother: “Come on, he’s my son—you think I don’t know him? The moment he sees you, he wants to stick to you like glue. Honestly, only you can handle him.”
Yu Zhixue didn’t know how to respond. “Mom, why did you call this early?”
Yu’s mother: “I need to talk to you both. I tried calling that brat, but he’s not picking up. Is he next to you? Wake him up, I want to talk to you two together.”
“He’s here,” Yu Zhixue said. “I’ll wake him up now.”
But before he could turn around, a warm body pressed up behind him.
Yu Wenxuan had actually been awake since Yu Zhixue started moving. As soon as his arm slipped from around Yu Zhixue’s waist, he’d opened his eyes and seen him sitting by the bed—clearly talking on the phone.
He was awake, but still a bit hazy.
Who could it be? A call urgent enough to take on a holiday morning?
Someone close?
As far as he remembered, Yu Zhixue hadn’t had many close friends in college because of his personality. But five years had passed—it was normal for him to have met new people.
That’s just life.
People change.
Yu Wenxuan told himself this—but his expression was dark, eyes sharp, coldly staring at the figure in front of him.
He leaned forward and, using their height difference, quietly boxed Yu Zhixue in under his body.
Leaning in until his lips were nearly brushing the back of Yu Zhixue’s neck, his voice hoarse from sleep and incredibly alluring—
But his tone was icy, like snow:
“Who are you talking to?”