Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

I’d rather someone else talk to me instead of Shishi. He’s scaring the hell out of me.

"Yiren is moving out."

"Okay. What else?"

I look up. "She already found a house and will soon be signing the agreement."

"Okay. What else?"

"Bro?!"

"What? Is that a good enough reason to drink yourself wasted at Suicide Cliff? What the hell were you thinking, you idiot?"

I plead with my dolls with my eyes to take over but get the look that mothers reserve for kids when they misbehave.

I sigh. "I just wanted to spend time with myself, get drunk, and rant. I wasn’t in the right state of mind, okay?"

"Dude, the way you behaved, do you think that’s the solution? That Yiren will be moved and change her decision?"

I yank the IV and throw it away. Shishi moves, trying to get my bleeding hand, but I push him off me.

"I don’t need this goddamn thing. I don’t need anything. Nobody is understanding me. I love Yiren like you both love your wives. Wasn’t it scary when they left you?"

No answer.

Of course.

They were zombies when that happened.

"The constant fear of losing her consumes me that I can’t think of anything else. I can’t breathe. Just the thought of going back to that lonely life terrifies me. She’s so fucking cute that when she’s with me, life looks easy and happy. And when she’s not, the number of remaining years of my life seems like a scary number to live without her. "

"Bantering with her turns me on more than anything. I look forward to our days that always start with a single cup of shared coffee. But fuck, she’s so uptight over her probability of getting Alzheimer’s that she’s built a wall around herself."

"We make a lovely couple. We enjoy each other’s company. We’re foodies. We love Disney movies. And we love Bear like our kid. Yet she doesn’t see a future where we live together forever and expand our family by adding more cute puppies, or ask Bear to make us grandparents. I know Bear likes Vivian’s husky. Maybe I should talk to Vivian, but none of that is possible unless Yiren trusts me and gives me a chance."

"I know my reputation is shit, and women only want men like you two, but people change, and I’ve changed a lot. I want to be committed to this crazy, weird, sassy girl who calls me Uncle Juju in a way that goes straight to my cock." I look at my dolls. "I’m sorry I used the C word in front of you, but it’s true. Our sex is explosive, and none of us can keep our hands off each other—in the bedroom, terrace, kitchen, or anywhere. We’re so addicted that I bet she can’t get over the drug named Jun if she even tries to. Yet her stubborn ass is moving out of the house, and soon she’ll move the city, then state, then country. If kidnapping wasn’t a crime and the thought of making her sad wasn’t on the table, I’d have taken her to a secluded island where she’d have no way to go anywhere-- Island--I still think it’s a good idea. Will you guys come with us? Fuck the business. We have enough money to not do anything and live on an island forever."

"When you punched him, did you hurt his head as well?" Jianyu asks.

Shishi shakes his head. "He’s still drunk. The banana bag can only sober him this much in four hours. He needs to sleep this off."

I rub the right side of my jaw. Is that why it hurts so much? "Why did you punch me?"

"Because you kissed my wife thinking she’s Yiren."

"..."

I sneak a glance at Suyin, whose cheeks are as red as a tomato.

"Sorry."

"It’s okay. It was just a cheek kiss. And you didn’t have bad intentions."

"It’s not okay by me. I don’t mind when he pecks you on the cheek as a brother-in-law, but I do mind when he kisses you calling ’my cute Bunny,’ squeezes you in his arms, and goes for your lips." Shishi scowls.

AH. Kill me.

"Shishi, stop being harsh on him." Suyin walks past him and sits by my side. "Jun, we women are insecure, complicated creatures, and we live too much in our heads. You’re talking about Yiren moving out of the house, but I moved to another country, remember?"

"And I created a distance of seven years, and have the intention of bankrupting him," Meimei says. "A woman in love is emotionally invested that She’s constantly battling with herself, and this internal dialogue often leads to overthinking—she’s running through scenarios in her head, trying to anticipate what could go wrong, or wondering if she’s doing enough to be loved in return. Yiren’s situation is not ideal here. She loves you to the extent that she’s scared of letting you go through the pain that her father went through."

"Did she tell you that she loves me?"

I ask hopefully, knowing how close my dolls are to Yiren, like best friends.

Instead, they show me their phones—countless missed calls, and messages—all from Yiren. Asking about me.

My heart swells.

She is worried for me.

Suyin looks at Shishi with adoration. "During these moments of fear and self-doubt, what she needs most is reassurance—not in grand gestures, but in small acts of patience, understanding, and emotional presence. A reassuring word, a comforting touch, or simply someone who listens without judgment can make all the difference. It’s the patience to let her navigate through her emotional labyrinth, knowing that she’s not alone. I’m glad I got all this from your brother..."

Shishi pulls Suyin into his arms, swiping a thumb over her wet cheeks. "When patience, understanding, and emotional support are given, it can bring her back, no matter what. No woman can truly leave the man who loves her. And I refuse to accept she’s a complicated creature—she’s human, and her emotional depth is what makes her love so meaningful. Right, mylove?"

Jianyu pulls Meimei into his arms and kisses her forehead. Damn these two. "I hope you got the answer."

"I do."

"And next time you kiss my wife, I’m killing you. Period."

"Okayyyy."