Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

JUN’S POV

The scene unfolding in front of me is pure gold.

The woman in white, her eyes flash with fury as she rounds on Kun, who’s looking one step away from a full-on meltdown. "So, this is what you meant by ’meeting Yiren to ask her not to marry you,’ huh?" She folds her arms, tapping her foot. "Holding hands? Talking about the presidential suite for your wedding night? What else am I missing?"

Kun’s face goes pale, and his gaze darts to Yiren, pleading. "Please, tell Elena! It’s not what it looks like!"

Yiren’s eyes widen, caught like a deer in headlights, but she gives a shaky nod. "Elena, listen, it’s really not—"

But Elena cuts her off, jabbing a finger toward them. "I caught you both red-handed!"

"NO NO NO! It wasn’t what you think. Yiren’s real boyfriend is Mr. Feng, CEO of Feng Enterprises!" He flaps his hand in my direction like he’s presenting me as his savior. "Yes, it’s Jun! I-I was only holding her hand to, uh... to get back to him for his insults when we met on highway and now for stealing my food. I have nothing to do with Yiren."

Oh really?

So this is what it is.

These two... they were meeting to turn down the marriage arrangement, and then started flirting just to mess with me? The realization is enough to make me grin. Well, well... tables turned. Time to show them what real teasing looks like.

I glance over at Yiren, who’s gone from flushed to practically scarlet, her eyes darting from me to Kun. She covered her face from my vision, probably to glare Kun for being such a pussy.

Aww Kun. You messed with the devil.

And how cute you are Bunny. Let’s go home once this circus is over. If I didn’t bent you over my knees and spank that gorgeous azz raw, I’m not Feng Junjie.

"Say something, Jun." Kun shoots me a pleading look, practically begging for support. But I’m a Satan! So I leisurely enjoys my favourite drink Gimlet and yawns for the effect.

I lean back, swirling my drink. "You know, Kun, I’d planned a nice romantic dinner date for Yiren tonight, just the two of us." I pout dramatically. "And here she is, sneaking off to meet you instead. Like lovers, going behind my back."

Kun’s jaw drops.

Yiren stares at me, mortified, as I gesture to her floral dress. "Is that who you dressed up for, sweetheart?"

"W-What?" she sputters, "Jun, stop lying! What dinner plans?"

I clutch my chest, "You don’t even remember our date night? That’s cold. Cheating on me with--" my nose wrinkles as I take in Kun with disgust, "—him?"

Elena moves her attention fully on me, "Mind that tone, mister. My boyfriend is one in a million. Look at you, your personality speaks of bland food."

Huh?

Why is she after me now?

"Excuse me!"Yiren stands, her hands on the table, "Who are you calling bland food? Good taste is subjective, unfortunately yours is basic. My man is a rare blend, exotic, spicy, complex...."

Wow!

Never thought I’d be defined like that one day.

"Basic? Not everyone can appreciate a delicate wine like me."

"Delicate wine or expired wine that has turned vinegar?"

"You---"

"You—"

Kun and I share a glance and nods. Before these two cats starts scratching each other it’s time to intervene and douse the fire.

"Bunny, bunny---" I wrap my hand around her shoulder, "Calm down. Love."

Yiren pouts, "How dare she calls you that?"

"But you replied her already. Let’s not take it further." I nods at the manager to bring the food before my very hangry woman murders someone on my newly purchased hotel.

On the other side, Kun was facing same situation....

But who cares? My heart is doing Salsa already. It really feels nice when your woman defends you in front of someone.

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As the laughter and lighthearted teasing settle over our table, the tension from earlier vanishes completely. Elena finally relaxes, realizing Yiren has zero interest in Kun—and, to be honest, I get the same reassurance. Yiren gave me a proper scare tonight, but she still have a few explanations to give me later.

And the punishment for teasing me.

How dare she?

After dinner, we make our way to the entrance, and Kun catches sight of my car—parked right in the no-parking zone, of course. His eyes light up with a smirk. "Sexy car. Felt a bit insecure of my #6 McLaren, so you took out your #1 to show off?"

I shrug, matching his smirk. "I’m a competitive man, Kun. Doesn’t bother me to go above and beyond to protect what’s mine."

"So, she’s yours?"

"Yes."

Kun raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought you and Yiren were just casual."

I turn to him, surprised. "She said that?"

"Yep."

I catch Yiren shivering in her thin dress, so I slip my coat over her shoulders. She glare at me and looks away. Yea, we will talk about it once we are alone. I plant a quick kiss on her temple. Then I look back at Kun, shrugging casually. "Well, that’s true. We’re not serious." Only for him to hear.

Kun laughs, throwing his head back, amused by something I don’t quite catch. He turns to his McLaren as the valet brings it to the entrance. That laugh sticks with me, and I can’t shake the feeling he knows something I don’t.

Elena gives Yiren a hug and follows Kun to his car. Once we’re settled into ours, Kun rolls down his window, and I do the same, curious to see what parting shot he has in store.

He leans out, flashing a knowing grin. "Jun, I’m keeping a close watch on this story. I’m looking forward to the day you two eat your words."

"I don’t understand."

"Exactly what is happening here. None of you are understanding." With a wink, he drives off, leaving me staring after him, confused and curious.

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