What If I Ended Up Marrying My Enemy? - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Catching Someone

Yu Wenxuan accepted the thanks as a matter of course and ruffled the other person’s hair.

The meal didn’t take long—neither of them were the type to dawdle—and they quickly headed home by car.

Yu Zhixue’s hair had already been messed up by Yu Wenxuan’s repeated, subtle touches, and after walking all the way back, it was completely disheveled.

As Yu Zhixue lowered his head to open the door, Yu Wenxuan simply undid his hair.

The moment the door opened, the lights in the house turned on automatically. Yu Zhixue’s hair cascaded down to his chest. He instinctively turned around, full of confusion.

Yu Wenxuan said calmly, “My hand slipped.”

Zhixue stared at the clearly hard-to-remove hair accessory in silence, then just muttered, “Oh.”

After they entered the house, Yu Wenxuan went to the guest bathroom to take a shower. Once the smell of the outside world had completely faded from his body, he pushed open the door and stepped out.

After the evening’s chaos, it was already quite late.

Just as Yu Wenxuan walked out of the bathroom, his phone buzzed with the schedule his assistant had sent for the next day. Looking at the almost nonstop itinerary, he decided to head to bed early and sleep with Yu Zhixue.

He knocked on the bedroom door several times, but there was no response. Pushing it open, he found the room empty—though the bathroom ventilation was still running, clearly someone was inside.

Yu Wenxuan closed the door behind him and very naturally lay down on the bed.

Sleep is one of those things you get used to if you keep doing it.

His nerves had been taut these past two days, and before Zhixue even came out, he’d already sunk into the pillow and fallen into a deep sleep.

When Yu Zhixue came out of the bathroom, the first thing he saw was Yu Wenxuan sleeping soundly. A few strands of hair covered his eyes, exposing only the bridge of his nose, his chin tucked lightly under the blanket.

Zhixue climbed onto the bed gently and stared for a moment, then suddenly reached out to brush the hair from Wenxuan’s forehead.

Wenxuan frowned slightly in his sleep. Zhixue leaned down and kissed his forehead, strands of hair falling like a curtain over the man beneath him.

His movements slowly drifted downward, and finally he gently nuzzled Wenxuan’s nose.

After finishing all this, Zhixue finally nestled into Wenxuan’s arms. Feeling the familiar softness and warmth, Wenxuan instinctively pulled him in tighter, resting his chin on the crown of Zhixue’s head.

Wrapped in his arms, Zhixue slowly drifted off to sleep.

…

The alarm rang for barely two seconds before a slender, jointed hand reached out and shut it off.

Yu Wenxuan tossed the phone aside again. When he looked down and saw Yu Zhixue still sleeping, he also noticed how they were inexplicably snuggled up together, practically glued.

He reached out and patted Zhixue. When Zhixue opened his eyes halfway, Wenxuan got up to wash up.

While flipping through his wardrobe and considering what to wear, Wenxuan glanced over his shoulder and saw Zhixue still half-asleep. He was sitting up, clutching the blanket, eyes barely open.

“You’re not going to the company today?” Wenxuan asked.

Zhixue took a moment to process the question and finally replied, “Mm… I am. Lots to do.”

Seeing how exhausted he looked, Wenxuan walked over, hooked an arm around his waist, and scooped him up off the bed.

The sudden weightlessness startled Zhixue fully awake. Once he was set down, he looked at himself and decisively said, “I’m going to wash up first.”

By the time Wenxuan had picked an outfit and was fixing his tie, Zhixue had quickly finished getting ready and was now struggling with his long hair.

After some thought, Zhixue asked, “Can you help me tie my hair?”

Wenxuan answered without hesitation, “No.”

His reply came so fast that Zhixue froze. He silently retracted his hand holding out the hair tie and softly said, “Okay.”

Yesterday, Yu Wenxuan’s attitude had made him think he might agree. Zhixue lowered his eyes with a bitter smile—after all, the Yu Wenxuan from five years ago hadn’t liked him. This was normal.

Compared to Zhixue’s tangled thoughts, Wenxuan’s reason was much simpler:

He didn’t know how to tie hair.

The Yu Wenxuan five years later could do it with ease, but this version—still stuck in his college days—couldn’t do any of it.

If he ended up tying something totally unpresentable, he’d be embarrassed.

Fortunately, Zhixue didn’t press further. After struggling for a bit—tying and untying—he finally managed to make it look decent. Fastening his shirt collar to the top, he turned to Wenxuan and said, “Let’s go.”

The two companies were in opposite directions, so Wenxuan decided to drive himself to Yushi Group.

His assistant Liu was already waiting at the office door. Wenxuan sat at his desk, reading reports and plans while Liu updated him on business matters.

He turned another page of the report. Wenxuan was slightly nearsighted and only wore glasses while working.

Right now, he had on a pair of rimless glasses, his hand propping up his face lazily.

Liu closed the folder in his hand. “That’s all for today.”

Wenxuan didn’t look up. “You may go.”

Once work started, it seemed endless. A secretary brought him a coffee midway through, but Wenxuan only took two sips before leaving it untouched.

By the time his eyes began to feel strained, Wenxuan glanced at the time—it was already noon.

He suddenly felt a bit hungry and called for lunch to be delivered.

Ever since he arrived in this timeline, all his meals had been with Zhixue. This was the first time he was eating alone.

In his current state, he clearly wasn’t fit to continue working. After finishing lunch, Wenxuan rested briefly in the break room before forcing himself up again.

Soon, there were only a few files left on the desk.

Wenxuan estimated it would take about three more hours to finish everything—just in time to go home and have dinner with Zhixue.

Thinking of this put him in a slightly better mood.

That was when his personal phone suddenly rang. The caller ID said it was Assistant Ji.

He picked up the call and heard a man’s unfamiliar voice, lowered as if he were covering the mic: “President Yu, do you have time to come over for a moment?”

Ji Hua had only made the call out of desperation. As Zhixue’s special assistant, he’d noticed something was off with his boss that morning.

Not only was his hair sloppily tied, his entire demeanor was noticeably colder.

And sure enough, his suspicions proved right. Zhixue hadn’t stopped working since arriving at the office and hadn’t eaten a thing.

Ji Hua had hesitated for a long time, but as the only one who knew the identity of Zhixue’s spouse, he finally decided to call Wenxuan.

Wenxuan checked the time—almost three. “You didn’t remind him?”

Ji Hua nearly cried. “I did, but President Yu completely ignored me and went straight to another meeting…”

Wenxuan nearly laughed in disbelief.

He had gone out of his way to drag Zhixue to dinner last night, even in that condition—and now Zhixue just conveniently forgot?

“I’ll be there right away,” Wenxuan said before hanging up.

Forget strategies and planning—everything could wait. All he wanted now was to show up in front of Zhixue and ask what the hell he was thinking.

With a sharp snap, the files were shut. Wenxuan pulled back his chair and strode out, tugging loose his tie. His eyes, previously calm, now looked dangerously stormy.

The secretary outside noticed his movements and quickly said, “President Yu, there’s a market research meeting starting—”

Before she could finish, Wenxuan interrupted, “Cancel it.”

Their notoriously overachieving boss was actually skipping a meeting on his own? Usually, even if he had to go home to be with his lover, he’d finish work beforehand.

The secretary was stunned. “Where… are you going?”

Wenxuan gave a half-smile, but his eyes remained unreadable.

“I’m going to catch someone.”

…

There was a stir at the entrance.

The receptionist looked outside and saw a sleek black car pull up.

The vehicle’s design was elegant and imposing—it was a newly released limited-edition model worth nearly eight figures. No wonder a crowd had gathered in awe.

The car door opened, and a man stepped out, walking directly toward the building.

The receptionist snapped back to professional mode and put on a smile.

As the figure pushed open the door, everyone in the lobby turned to look.

When they finally got a good look at the man’s face, the receptionist’s pupils dilated. Her smile froze as panic set in.

Wait… was that Yu Wenxuan?!!

Everyone at Yushi knew who this “rival CEO” was—especially since they’d just snatched a major project from his company last week.

That could only mean one thing: he was here to pick a fight.

She started to panic but had to do her duty and ask routine questions. Just then, her phone rang—it was Assistant Ji, telling her to let him up.

It was Yu Wenxuan’s first time at Yushi. Someone escorted him to the executive elevator.

Zhixue’s office was on the top floor. When the elevator opened, Ji Hua came to greet him and said to the employee next to Wenxuan, “You can go.”

Wenxuan recognized his voice. As the elevator descended behind them, leaving the hallway empty, he asked, “Where’s your President Yu?”

Ji Hua pointed. “Still in a meeting.”

“A very urgent one?”

Ji Hua shook his head. “No, he scheduled it himself.”

Wenxuan nodded and headed straight for the meeting room door.

…

Zhixue sat at the head of the table, spinning his pen in his hand. The next second, he flung it onto the table with a crisp clatter.

The room fell silent. No one dared to lift their heads.

Zhixue tapped the proposal in front of him and said flatly, “Two months, and this is what you hand in? Impressive.”

None of them knew what to say. They could only look toward their department head for help.

But what could he do? His team had indeed dropped the ball, and they just happened to run headfirst into Zhixue’s bad mood.

Asking him for help was pointless. Better to pray for divine intervention—maybe someone would come and drag Zhixue away.

Perhaps their prayers were answered. Just as Zhixue was sternly lecturing them, someone knocked lightly on the meeting room door.

He frowned. He hated being interrupted. Without even glancing up, he said, “Come in.”

The attendees were relieved someone had drawn Zhixue’s attention away. At the same time, they wondered who had the guts to barge in like this.

The door opened. Yu Wenxuan looked over the group of sweating attendees before turning his gaze to Zhixue.

“Meeting over yet?”

Contrary to expectations, there was no dramatic confrontation. Zhixue froze when he saw Wenxuan—speechless.

Wenxuan didn’t wait for an answer. He walked over, leaned down, and grabbed Zhixue’s hand, jolting him back to his senses.

The grip was firmer than usual, hinting at his turbulent emotions. Zhixue didn’t resist—he let himself be pulled along.

Wenxuan suddenly looked back at the shocked audience, offering a refined but clearly insincere smile.

“Sorry, I’ll be taking him with me.”