When My Arch-Enemy Became Possessive - Chapter 6

Sheng Zhiyu’s hesitant gaze was noticed by Gu Wangzhou. He turned back, but when his eyes fell on the stall, he saw only emptiness.

Gu Wangzhou’s pupils darkened by several degrees. Just as he was about to take a closer look, his right hand was squeezed by something hot and soft.

It was Sheng Zhiyu’s hand.

He caught the tips of Gu Wangzhou’s fingers and said in a raspy voice, “I’ll have to trouble you to take me home.”

The previous suspicion was quickly dispelled. Gu Wangzhou said in a low voice, “Alright.”

It wasn’t until they left the winery and got into Gu Wangzhou’s car that the breath Sheng Zhiyu had been holding finally hitched a release.

Gu Wangzhou was indeed a meticulous “Male Lead”; he would notice even a detail like that.

Sheng Zhiyu leaned against the car window. Due to his physical discomfort, he shifted his leaning posture and lowered his head slightly.

However, the moment he looked down, he felt as if he were melting into a pocket of air named “Qi Fan.” A cold fragrance seeped out from the soft fabric of the coat, feeling like a shackle tightening around his neck.

His eyes darkened. Just as he pulled the coat tighter, intending to get some sleep, he felt a hard object in the pocket.

…That cufflink was right here.

Detecting a change in his mood, Gu Wangzhou reached out, pressing his hand lightly against Sheng Zhiyu’s forehead. “Feeling very unwell?”

Sheng Zhiyu suppressed his emotions and shook his head. “Just a bit dizzy.”

“My fault.” Gu Wangzhou’s gaze was fixed on his profile. “You just got back from abroad and haven’t adjusted yet. What you need most is rest. I shouldn’t have…”

Before he could finish, the black Bentley suddenly swerved around a corner. Sheng Zhiyu lost his balance and bumped into his arms.

Gu Wangzhou held him firmly, his voice low and serious: “What happened?”

The driver: “Sir, the car in front suddenly changed lanes and almost caused a collision. My apologies.”

Gu Wangzhou looked out the window. Sure enough, a silver van was wobbling away into the distance. His brow furrowed slightly, and only then did he look down at the person in his arms.

Then, his heart skipped two beats.

Sheng Zhiyu looked like a docile velvet rabbit. His cheeks were pale, but the corners of his eyes were red.

Leaning into his chest, he kept his eyes lowered obediently and said hoarsely, “I’ll rest for a bit. Will you wake me up later?”

“…Okay.”

Gu Wangzhou thought it was a small accident that had facilitated this embrace with his “White Moonlight,” unaware that this was one of Sheng Zhiyu’s usual tricks.

Whenever Sheng Zhiyu felt annoyed and didn’t want to deal with someone, he would manufacture a few “accidents” to hand out a bit of sweetness, effectively shutting the mission target’s mouth.

Half an hour later, the drive ended. Sheng Zhiyu declined Gu Wangzhou’s offer to walk him in and returned to the Sheng residence under the care of the butler.

Gu Wangzhou sat in the car, staring down at his right hand.

The lingering warmth and sensation remained. He smiled to himself, then performed an action that even surprised him. He raised his hand and took a sniff.

His intent was to linger on the warmth, but when that cold fragrance hit his senses, he suddenly found it familiar.

…The “White Moonlight” who had made his heart flutter all night actually carried the scent of his best friend.

As Gu Wangzhou was deep in thought, a light object bumped against his leg. He looked down.

A pearl cufflink lay quietly on the car seat, reflecting the cold moonlight from outside the window.

Did Xiao Yu leave it behind?

He reached out to pick it up, completely failing to notice a tiny flicker of a digital glitch across the cufflink the moment his fingers touched it.

…

Hazy mist drifted out of the bathroom. Qi Fan ran his fingers through his damp bangs, pushing them back, and walked out barefoot in a bathrobe.

A low, magnetic hum vibrated in his mind. After a surge of static, his system’s voice rang out in suppressed rage: 【Qi! Fan!】

Qi Fan’s eyes drooped, his face cast in shadow, completely unmoved.

【If you keep blocking me without warning like that, I’m going to have to file a report with the Department Head.】

The complaint carried a threat, sounding like a childish primary schooler.

But Qi Fan didn’t care.

[Go ahead.]

【…】

【You just rely on the fact that your performance is good and that the Department Head spoils you like a son.】

The system nagged for a while before finally noticing something unusual about Qi Fan.

From his back down to his waist, besides thin blood scabs, there were vivid red scratch marks that hadn’t faded. They covered his firm, well-proportioned muscles, creating a seductive look of slight maltreatment.

The system froze for a long time:

【…Granted, in the last world, you faked “aftercare” marks to protect your “chastity,” but it was so poorly done the system gave you a warning but you don’t need to abuse yourself like this…】

【No wonder you used your real body. Are you trying to use these marks to double the mission target’s guilt so he becomes hopelessly devoted to you?】

【As expected of a scheming scumbag. You clearly use point-shop items to skip intimate interactions every time, yet you even manage to utilize a detail like this.】

Qi Fan wasn’t listening to the system’s speculations at all. His black eyes gazed out at the night view from the balcony.

The sound of very light footsteps approached.

The system returned to its professional duties and reminded him: 【The mission target is here.】

In this world, Qi Fan played a cynical scumbag. Stealing hearts in his youth and bodies in adulthood, leaving the mission target battered and bruised.

The mission target this time was the son of the Qi family’s driver.

This young man, like all “tragic romance” protagonists, was in the late stages of being “love-brained.” He used his education, future, and body as bargaining chips, vainly hoping his gentle submission would melt the scumbag’s heart.

“Qi Fan…” A raspy voice carried a hint of hesitation. The youth wore an oversized shirt, leaning timidly by the door.

Qi Fan didn’t respond, nor did he turn around, but the youth was used to this silence. He smoothed his clothes and walked to his side.

Even though it was a one-sided “fake” intimate encounter manufactured by the system, he had the memories of intimacy in his head. He instinctively walked to the front of Qi Fan, wanting to lean into his arms.

However, this time Qi Fan spoke casually: “I’m tired.”

Everyone in their circle said Young Master Qi had good “bedside manners” and was willing to pamper his partners before and after, but the youth had been Qi Fan’s “canary” for a while and naturally understood his temperament.

This meant he wasn’t in the mood to hold him. A flash of awkwardness crossed the youth’s face, and he obediently sat on a nearby single sofa.

After thinking for a long time, his gaze fell on Qi Fan’s bare feet resting on the carpet. Seemingly understanding something, he quickly turned to find a pair of cotton slippers, then knelt on one knee before him: “The floor is cold, don’t go barefoot.”

Qi Fan finally moved. His thin, cold gaze dropped from the night view to the boy in front of him, as faint as an inspection.

The youth felt his heart tighten.

The eye contact lasted only a few seconds, yet it had the effect of grinding flesh and bone.

Seeing his nervous expression, Qi Fan pulled out a small smile: “Yiwan, thank you.”

Once he had the shoes on, Chen Yiwan intended to stand up, but his eyes accidentally caught the marks on Qi Fan’s side and back.

His pupils trembled: “Did I do this?”

Though it was a question, he already had a certain answer. Because he cherished Qi Fan, and because he feared wounds would make Qi Fan unhappy, Chen Yiwan would endure any discomfort without ever daring to leave a mark on him.

Sure enough, after those words were spoken, the smile on Qi Fan’s face grew deeper and darker.

“You have a lot of questions tonight.”

Chen Yiwan’s face went deathly pale.

After a long silence, he spoke again in a very soft voice: “Tonight you said you were helping Mr. Gu’s friend with a welcome party. Did someone make you unhappy at the dinner?”

“No.” Qi Fan propped his head on his hand and said lazily, “Oh, then again, maybe.”

Chen Yiwan, sensing an opportunity to be useful, ignored the dull pain in his heart and followed up: “What happened?”

“Someone is angry with me.” Qi Fan seemed to find a spark of interest and shared his trouble: “Tell me, how should I apologize?”

He clearly hadn’t said who it was or what had happened, but Chen Yiwan felt acutely that the person Qi Fan was talking about… was the person who had left those marks on him.

“To think you have to consider how to apologize…” He squeezed out a tragic smile. “Is it someone very important?”

【…The “heartbreak value” for the first meeting is approaching a record high.】

Qi Fan remained silent for a moment, giving the mission target an emotional buffer period, before reaching out to gently rub the top of his head.

Chen Yiwan raised a pair of tearful, rabbit-like eyes to look at him.

Qi Fan smiled: “It’s still you who is best, Yiwan. Low maintenance.”

System: […]

Fine, a record has officially been broken.

However, someone soon cut off Qi Fan’s rising data values.

—A call from the Male Lead, Gu Wangzhou.

Qi Fan raised an eyebrow at the number on the screen.

According to the plot, Gu Wangzhou should have sent Sheng Zhiyu home and taken the chance to stay as a guest, chatting for hours to catch up.

Why was he calling him?

He swiped his finger: “What’s this? Not spending the night reigniting old flames with your White Moonlight, but bothering me in the middle of the night instead?”

Gu Wangzhou’s low laugh came through: “He’s not feeling well; I shouldn’t disturb his rest.”

Chen Yiwan watched Qi Fan quietly from the side. He knew the call was from Mr. Gu, but he didn’t know what Mr. Gu had said to make Qi Fan’s mood visibly lift.

“You’re not doing great, are you?” Qi Fan said casually. “Didn’t you miss him for ten years? Missed him so much you went and found a cheap substitute? Now that you’ve seen the real thing, you’re getting cold feet?”

The system frowned: 【Qi Fan, watch your persona. You are his best bro.】

“Is that right?” Gu Wangzhou wasn’t annoyed. He simply asked, “I’m more curious to ask you, though how did you know he was coming back? You didn’t tell me in advance, but instead took my chance to pick him up at the airport. Are you really my brother?”

The moonlight in the night sky was obscured by layers of clouds. The light reflected in Qi Fan’s eyes dimmed.

Tomorrow probably wouldn’t be a sunny day.

His voice was smiling, but his face held no expression: “The Sheng family and yours are a perfect match. Now that he’s back, you should seize the opportunity.”

“No rush. We haven’t seen each other in so many years; both he and I are different from back then. I’m not in a hurry.”

Qi Fan held the phone and didn’t answer.

Even if it was only a sliver, he still detected a vague strangeness in Gu Wangzhou.

Sure enough, next came Gu Wangzhou’s question in an unreadable tone: “I heard that after you left the party, you never went back. Where did you go?”