What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Clingy

A warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin at the back of Yu Zhixue’s neck, making his back tremble involuntarily.

Yu Wenxuan noticed his reaction and assumed he was nervous, so he pressed even harder:
“What are you shaking for? I’m just asking a question.”

“You left me behind this early in the morning to take a call—aren’t you going to introduce me?” he added.

Yu Zhixue could already imagine how Yu’s mother was reacting on the other end. Flustered and slightly annoyed, he turned around and covered Yu Wenxuan’s mouth with his free hand.

His voice carried a hint of accusation:
“You’re not allowed to talk.”

Yu Wenxuan was stunned.

It was the first time he’d seen Yu Zhixue flustered and annoyed like this. For a moment, all his attention was captured by his face, and he completely forgot his original question.

As the two stood there in silence, the phone emitted another soft sound. This time, Yu Wenxuan vaguely heard a woman’s voice.

Yu Zhixue let go of his hand covering Wenxuan’s mouth, shooting him a half-annoyed glare—like a warning—before turning his head to listen.

Getting glared at for no reason, Yu Wenxuan’s mood inexplicably improved. Strangely enough, he stayed quiet.

On the phone, Yu Zhixue answered a few words before switching to speaker mode.

“Yu Wenxuan, you’ve really grown up, haven’t you? Do I need to introduce myself?” said the voice on the other end.

Yu Wenxuan blinked in surprise.
“Mom?”

Yu’s mother gave a cold laugh:
“Wouldn’t dare. I could never be as petty as you. Little Xue just took a phone call and you’re already throwing a jealous tantrum?”

Now that things were finally clear, Yu Wenxuan gave a helpless sigh.
“So what’s up?”

His mother got to the point.
“Your uncle’s birthday is today. The old man wants you both to come to the ancestral home tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll bring… Zhixue with me tonight.” Yu Wenxuan had almost blurted out his full name but caught himself mid-sentence, remembering their current relationship.

Yu Zhixue lightly pressed his lips together.

Yu’s mother then went over the time and a few other details before finally ending the call.

After that little scene, Yu Wenxuan was now fully awake. He looked down at the position they were in—Yu Zhixue was facing him, completely wrapped in his embrace.

Sensing Wenxuan’s gaze, Yu Zhixue assumed he was bothered again and immediately tried to get up and leave.

Wenxuan reflexively grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into his arms.
“Where are you going? I’ve got something to ask you.”

…

Once both were dressed and ready, they went to the living room together.

Yu Zhixue looked far more at ease than the day before. He curled up on the couch with his legs hugged to his chest, resting his head on his knees.

The pose was exactly like the one from the video Wenxuan had seen yesterday—it seemed to be a habitual thinking position.

Yu Wenxuan caught a glimpse and found it hard to look away.

He quickly composed himself and began explaining his situation.

He told Yu Zhixue that he had transmigrated from five years ago and didn’t know much about the current world—his habits, personality, and even thoughts might have changed.

Apart from Zhixue, he didn’t want anyone else to know about the time-traveling.

But to pull this off convincingly, he’d need Yu Zhixue’s help.

Yu Zhixue more or less understood, but…

“You… haven’t really changed much from the future version of you,” he said sincerely.

Yu Wenxuan walked over and knelt down in front of him.
“How could I not have changed? Back then, I didn’t have you by my side.”

Yu Zhixue suddenly looked up and met Wenxuan’s gentle gaze.

“Tell me everything about us, Zhixue,” he said, voice calm and steady. “I want to know.”

…

Yu Zhixue met Wenxuan’s gaze and said,
“Ask me.”

Yu Wenxuan asked the one question he was most curious about:
“How did we even get together in the future?”

He sounded so serious, and it immediately reminded Yu Zhixue of how things had unfolded. His face flushed red on the spot.

Seeing his reaction, Wenxuan softened and added, “If you don’t want to say it, that’s okay.”

“…It’s fine.” Yu Zhixue hesitated for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said quietly, “You were drugged back then… and I was drunk… and then… it happened.”

Yu Wenxuan: “……”

So it was a ‘first sleep, then fall in love’ kind of story.

From what his college roommates had told him, the next step would be a marriage contract.

“And then… we got married?”

Yu Zhixue:
“No. The next morning, you asked me if I’d ever thought about having a boyfriend.”

Wenxuan didn’t press the topic further. Instead, he asked about other things—how they interacted daily, the little habits between them.

As the mountain of information piled up, Yu Wenxuan opened his phone’s Notes app and began recording.

Hold hands when out in public with Yu Zhixue.

Yu Zhixue dislikes being alone; needs companionship.

He often plays with Yu Zhixue’s fingertips.

…

By the time he finished, the notes were so long you could scroll endlessly.

Then he asked one final question:
“What do we usually call each other? What do you call me?”

Yu Zhixue’s fingers twitched.
“Wenxuan… or just by name.”

Yu Wenxuan smiled faintly, eyes narrowing as he observed Yu Zhixue’s sheepish demeanor.

What Zhixue probably didn’t realize was—whenever he lied, he subconsciously straightened his spine and blinked faster.

But Wenxuan didn’t expose him. Instead, he raised a brow and said meaningfully:
“Oh? And what do I usually call you?”

Yu Zhixue’s blinking became more frantic.
“…Also by name.”

Liar.
Wenxuan chuckled to himself.

Then, smiling, he exposed him:
“Then why does our chat history say I call you ‘baby’?”

Silence fell between them.

Yu Zhixue was so embarrassed he couldn’t lift his head.

Even though Wenxuan was telling the truth, the fact that his mind was still stuck five years in the past made the whole situation feel weirdly awkward.

Wenxuan, meanwhile, realized his own mistake.

He’d blurted out such a sticky-sweet nickname without any hesitation.

Yu Zhixue clearly didn’t want to continue this topic. He stood up and tugged at Wenxuan’s sleeve, trying hard to change the subject:
“Let’s get going.”

…

But of course, they couldn’t go to the Yu family’s place just like that.

Yu Zhixue brought Wenxuan to a newly opened store—one his mother had just told him about not long ago.

As they entered, the staff quickly approached them with smiles.

Yu Zhixue walked ahead, his beautiful face calm and cold. Even when he looked at the receptionist, he only lifted his eyes briefly in a chilly glance.

The receptionist felt a chill down her spine under his stare. Then she looked back and noticed the person following him was just as striking.

Yu Wenxuan was being gently pulled along by the wrist. He wore a British-style black trench coat, his dark hair falling over his brows—elegant and refined.

His posture was relaxed, almost indulgent, as he allowed himself to be led.

The staff took one look at the quiet, ambiguous energy between them and instantly understood:

A new couple, freshly in love.

After listening to Yu Zhixue’s requests, the receptionist internally praised how well-matched they were and went off to find clothes and accessories.

Before long, Wenxuan was done. He’d changed into something more formal, with his hair styled back to reveal his handsome face.

Zhixue had also chosen his outfit and had his hair styled—but they still couldn’t find the right cufflinks.

The receptionist brought out several options, but Yu Zhixue showed little interest. Instead, it was Wenxuan who kept rejecting each one.

Eventually, another batch was brought out. Wenxuan picked up a pale blue gem-studded cufflink, examined it, then walked over to Zhixue to try it on.

He bent down and fastened it gently on Zhixue’s sleeve before looking up and asking:
“Let’s go with this one, okay? Do you like it?”

Already wearing it—what could he say? The receptionist silently muttered to herself.

Zhixue, unaware of the subtle control behind the gesture—or perhaps just used to it—replied softly,
“I like it.”

“Then it’s settled.” Wenxuan said, glancing at the top of his head.

The receptionist chimed in support:
“Sir has excellent taste. That piece really suits your boyfriend.”

“…Boyfriend?” Wenxuan turned slowly, his tone calm but carrying a trace of chill.

The receptionist instantly broke into a cold sweat, unsure what she’d said wrong. From experience, she knew people like this—who spoke slowly and smiled—were often the most dangerous.

These two clearly came from wealth and power. Definitely not someone to offend.

Zhixue, still admiring the cufflinks, heard the conversation and stepped closer to Wenxuan, his long hair brushing Wenxuan’s arm.

“He’s my husband. We’re already married,” he explained.

He said it so honestly, with such seriousness, that it made him look a little silly—very unlike his usual cold self.

But Wenxuan was clearly pleased.

He paused, then leaned his head against Zhixue’s shoulder and chuckled.

It was the first time since arriving in this timeline that he’d taken the initiative to get so close to Yu Zhixue.

Driven by some emotion he couldn’t quite explain.

The room’s icy atmosphere instantly melted. Ever since Zhixue said those words, the receptionist felt that oppressive gaze disappear.

Zhixue reached up and ran his hand through Wenxuan’s hair.
“It tickles.”

Wenxuan didn’t move.
“Let me lean a bit longer.”

…

The car drove toward a secluded estate.

By the time they arrived, most guests had already shown up.

As Wenxuan stepped out of the car, he remembered “his” usual behavior and took the initiative to hold Zhixue’s hand.

Zhixue looked at their clasped hands, then silently threaded his fingers between Wenxuan’s—interlocking their fingers.

Wenxuan felt the change, looked down, and met Zhixue’s bright eyes. With a gentle tug, he pulled Zhixue closer, silently accepting it.

As soon as they entered the mansion, people began approaching them.

After all, events like this in wealthy families were less about celebration and more like social rituals.

“President Yu, President Wen—it’s been a while. Your relationship’s still as sweet as ever,” said a man in his early forties with a bright smile.

Though their marriage wasn’t publicly announced, everyone in elite circles knew.

No one dared leak the news either—not with the combined power of the Yu and Wen families.

“Mr. Wang, likewise. You’ve been looking better and better lately,” Yu Zhixue replied politely, his tone distant and emotionless.

With Zhixue handling the formalities, Wenxuan stayed quiet—he didn’t even know who this guy was.

Throughout the conversation, Zhixue didn’t look back at him once—just kept holding his hand.

Was he being… ignored?

Wenxuan deliberately tightened his grip. Zhixue’s fingers flexed slightly in response.

Just like a cat kneading with its paws.

Zhixue felt it but kept talking, ignoring him.

Wenxuan’s smile froze. He lowered his eyes and mischievously pinched Zhixue’s fingers several more times, until Zhixue finally turned and gave him a gentle glance to calm him down.

As they bickered silently, Wang Zhijie couldn’t help thinking how unlucky today was turning out.

Zhixue was always cold—that was expected.

But even the usually gentlemanly Wenxuan barely acknowledged him and just kept his head down, distracted with who knows what.

He’d been trying to get information on a piece of land in the west district from Zhixue, but was constantly blocked.

Finally, all he could do was sigh:
“Well, I won’t bother you two any longer. Enjoy your evening.”

As soon as the man left, Wenxuan stopped playing with Zhixue’s hand.

Zhixue turned to him, a little confused.
“You’re acting really clingy today.”

Wenxuan leaned in and blocked the light falling on Zhixue.
“Am I?”

Bathed in shadow, Zhixue couldn’t see anything but Wenxuan’s face. The faint woody fragrance from Wenxuan surrounded him, making his breath feel even warmer.

He answered firmly:
“You totally are.”