The Assassin's Enemy Lover

As soon as those sliding doors opened someone attended to him. But when they saw his face they almost collapsed to the floor.

“That, that, that.....,” they stammered but Yi Chen immediately shut it down.

He pulled up a picture with Zi Han’s side profile. The picture seemed to have been taken secretly. Don’t even bother asking who took that picture. It was another one of Yi Chen’s habits that possibly needed to be addressed in the future.

“Uh... I, I can check for you... for you, sir,” they said only for the woman who led Zi Han to the spa earlier to walk over and interrupt them. She had clearly seen that her co-worker was struggling and star-struck so she could only step in.

“Good afternoon sir.... If you don’t mind I can take a look,” she said.

When Yi Chen gave her the go-ahead she took a look at the image and continued saying, “Oh, this young man is by the spa. Would you like me to show you the way?”

Yi Chen’s brow furrowed hearing this. Why the hell would Zi Han be at the spa....

‘Fuck!’ he swore internally realizing the reason. AAAAHHHH, this guy had been replaced with absolutely no second thought.

.....

The word hurt couldn’t even begin to describe how he was feeling right now. Yes, he knew he was being unreasonable. Since he couldn’t give Zi Han what he wants it was only natural that he would go elsewhere but he couldn’t accept it.

His pace increased with a hint of urgency on his face. The woman could judge the current situation and hence walked faster but why did it seem like a dog-blooded scene of a disgruntled husband here to catch his wife cheating?

As soon as they reached the spa Yi Chen didn’t even wait for the woman to speak. He just asked the receptionist girl, “Where is he?” his heart racing like he was about to go to war.

The girl’s cheeks turned red seeing this handsome specimen. She knew who he was and sincerely hoped he had come for her.

With a pop, her bubble was burst by her coworker who whispered, “The man from before.”

“Oh,” she exclaimed before directly reporting a suite number, “room fifteen.... but there is still an hour and fifteen minutes lef-.”

Before she could even finish her sentence he had already walked away and in two strides he was standing in front of the door as a flash of hesitation swept through his eyes.

What was he even going to do? How was he going to explain his impulsive behavior? Unfortunately for him, he had no time to think it through because the receptionist tapped a card on the keypad and the door slid open.

Normally they would respect a guest’s privacy but they were people one shouldn’t offend and Yi Chen was one of them. Not because of his future Marshal status but his mother.

You offend the Marshal you can be forgiven but offend his wife and your entire empire might crumble.

Yate who was kneading the sides of Zi Han’s waist was startled when the door was opened. With slight confusion on his face, he opened his mouth and asked, “What seems.... Ah, you ar-.”

“GET OUT!!!”

Yate, “....”

Zi Han, “.....”

“I uh.....,” stammered Yate but sensing the murderous intent coming from one of the most sought-after bachelors in the federation he dashed out of the room almost tripping over himself. The door closed slowly and peace was restored.

Zi Han raised half his body with a furrow in between his brows. When he saw Yi Chen’s angry appearance he rubbed his temple in frustration.

“I only told you I won’t be coming today and you through such a fuss...,” he said feeling a headache coming on.

Yi Chen who also felt ridiculous for being here clenched his fist as he stood there like a statue. He felt a little ashamed but he didn’t regret it. “Get dressed.... we are leaving.” Zi Han sneered as he sat up.

With Zi Han’s naked upper body in Yi Chen’s full view, he found that he couldn’t speak. His heated gaze lingered on that smooth skin and toned chest muscles as he stood stiffly in place.

“We haven’t even begun to discuss how you walked in here and disturbed my private session yet you want me to get dressed and walk out with you. What the fuck is wrong with you?” said Zi Han as he got up.

Zi Han was about to dish it out to him when the knot on his towel loosened and it slid off his body.

Caught unprepared Yi Chen closed his eyes with his hand while pressing his lips into a thin line. His heart was beating in his ears and his stomach churning in nervousness.

Zi Han who wanted to scold him and his ancestors was at a loss. He glanced down at his lower body which was covered with a pair of black trunks and sighed.

“Put, put on some clothes,” said Yi Chen his entire face set ablaze.

“The fuck.... look. Seriously take a look,” he said but Yi Chen took a step back. Zi Han licked his canine tooth with a bewildered expression on his face. What was there to be shy about when they were both men?

Zi Han reached out and pulled Yi Chen’s fingers off his eyes but the taller man was stubborn.

Yi Chen took another step back and his back hit the door. His chest heaving deeply he opened and closed his mouth several times trying to come up with an excuse not to see Zi Han naked.

Once this thought crossed his mind he suddenly felt upset. Did that boy just now see Zi Han naked? His chest ached painfully as an inexhaustible flame stirred up in the pit of his stomach.

Overtaken by jealousy he said, “Zi Han you even dare to parade naked in....,” but he abruptly stopped when he removed his hand from his eyes and saw that Zi Han was wearing a familiar pair of trunks.

He had seen him like this before but it was through a video call. Now that he had seen it live his heartbeat quickened and blood rushed to his head. Soon a warm liquid trickled down his nose and Zi Han exclaimed.

“Ah! Chen-ge, your nose is bleeding,” he said reaching over to touch Yi Chen but his hand was suddenly dodged.

Yi Chen pinched his nose and with his head tilted backward he said, “I will be waiting for you outside,” before dashing out of there like his ass had been set ablaze.

Zi Han, “.....”