Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

JUNJIE

"WTF!"

That’s all I can say right now. The more Yiren tells me about everything that was happening behind my back in school and university, the more it shocks me. But the most shocking part? Yiren actually kept these malicious people away from me the whole time, protecting herself in the process too. I’m seeing her in a different light—this girl has been fighting battles I didn’t even know existed.

I glance over at MeiMei, leaning against Jianyu with her Kindle, looking completely relaxed while Jianyu plants a casual kiss on her hair. Yeah... Yiren is just like my sister-in-laws. I always thought the only two decent women left in the world were taken by my brothers, but now? Maybe I was wrong. There’s one more and she has been right by my side all this while but I was too blind to ever notice her.

Yiren snaps her fingers in front of my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey, wake up. What are you thinking?"

"You."

"What?"

I mentally slap myself. "I-I mean, why didn’t you ever say anything?"

She shrugs like it’s no big deal. "Didn’t need to. They only wanted to be my ’friend’ to get closer to you. I just made sure that never happened. No way I’m letting myself be used that way."

"But... you lost out on having friends because of me."

She shakes her head, reaching for the chocolate chip cookie on the table. "It’s better to have no friends than to have toxic ones. And trust me, that doesn’t mean I never met decent people in my life through you. Zian is a perfect example. He is a sweetheart!"

Her words hit harder than I expected. All I can think about is how much of a fool I was back that night, questioning her intentions, accusing her of trying to seduce me. I feel like an idiot.

If her intentions were bad she had many many many opportunities to get to me. And those were the times I was most vulnerable.

"So what did Valentina do after you rejected her?" I ask, still not over the revelation. This is like an unread story of my life that I stumbled upon.

Yiren sighs, giving the half-eaten cookie to Bear, who, as always, seems to materialize out of nowhere at the perfect moment. Drool already dripping down his fluffy face. Typical. He jumped on her lap, curling himself.

"She bugged me for months, but when I didn’t give in and completely cut her off from my life, she tried to spike your drink at the farewell party."

Chills run down my spine. I feel this overwhelming urge to strangle Valentina. "What? And what did you do?"

Yiren’s mischievous grin appears, lighting up her face. "I swapped the drinks."

I stare at her, incredulous. "And?"

Her grin widens, that little devil dances in her eyes—my favourite expression which tells me she had done something really mean. "She ended up sleeping with the entire hockey team. They took turns on her. It was embarrassing, and she became the laughingstock of our batch."

A chill goes through me again. That could’ve been me. It looks like some strong drugs were involved.

If Yiren hadn’t intervened, I would’ve been the one humiliated and possibly worse end up trapped with Valentina.

"So that’s why you hate me?" I ask, slowly putting the pieces together. "Because my presence in your life meant you couldn’t have any real friends?"

Yiren doesn’t respond right away. I turn my head to see her glaring daggers at the flight attendant, who has just approached with an overly sweet smile.

"Do you need anything else, Jun?" The attendant’s voice drips with honey as she leans a little too close for my liking.

Yiren’s gaze could melt steel at this point. My brows raise as I realize how inappropriate this all feels. She called me by my first name. And apparently Yiren is been playing as my girlfriend. So this is disrespectful for her.... and me.

"It’s Mr. Feng," I snap, maybe a bit too harshly. "And don’t bring anything unless I ask for it."

"Y-yes Mr. Feng."

Once she’s out of earshot, Yiren mumbles under her breath, caressing Bear’s furry head. "You’ve slept with her."

A smirk tugs at my lips. "Jealous?"

"My azz," she shoots back, but her sass lacks its usual edge. Instead, she stares at the now empty cookie bowl like it’s offended her. Bear licks his lips beside her, oblivious to the tension.

"You want more cookies?"

"No. Those were the worst cookies I ever had."

Lies...

She’s the one who finished the entire plate. But who am I to point the obvious?

"You didn’t answer my question," I remind her. "Is that why you hate me? Because of everything I brought into your life, the lack of friends—"

She cuts me off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Like I said, I’d rather be friendless than have toxic friends."

I raise an eyebrow. "So?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She hesitates, nibbling her lower lip before admitting, "I was jealous."

Now, this is interesting. I sit up straight, giving her my full attention. "Of what?"

Her cheeks puff out slightly like she’s embarrassed by the confession. "You used to be Mom’s favorite. You were always glued to her like some annoying fly I couldn’t swat, taking all her time and attention—which should’ve been mine."

I can’t help but smile. She looks so adorable, trying to downplay her jealousy like it’s no big deal. I lean in closer, eyes gleaming. "And?"

She whips around suddenly, catching me staring at her. I clear my throat, trying not to look too obvious.

"And... you used to pull my hair, make me loose in every debate competition by standing against me deliberately, made fun of my Halloween costumes, and stole my lunchboxes every day!" she accuses, her voice filled with mock outrage.

Suppressing a laugh, I raise my hands in surrender. "All true. But you weren’t exactly a saint either."

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me."

"What about the time you gave me laxative-laced cookies? Or put a frog in my schoolbag? Super-glued my shoes? Oh, and sprayed fart perfume on me during the annual celebration!"

She burst out laughing, remembering every single one of those pranks. "You got me there. But hey, you survived. And so did I. Stop being a crying ninny."

I rolls my eyes, but I can see the tiny smile tugging at her lips.

For once, this conversation isn’t about throwing insults or veiled barbs. It’s something else—something real. Something I didn’t know I needed.

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