After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

At 7 p.m., the inpatient ward was brightly lit.

The elevator leading to the VIP floor was clean and bright, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a man's clothes rubbing together as he pressed the elevator button.

At the elevator entrance, the man was tall with long legs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. The light above him shone on his handsome features, outlining his deep contours.

A slender silhouette fell on the bright corridor.

"bite--"

The elevator doors opened.

The man walked in with a detached expression, his hands in his pockets.

Press the floor button, and the elevator doors slowly close.

"Wait--"

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out in the quiet elevator entrance.

The man suddenly looked up, his usually cold eyes darkening as he peered through the closing elevator doors.

A white figure carrying a takeout box rushed to the elevator entrance, and then a fair hand reached in through the closing elevator doors—

An Ning had just returned from outside. In the evening, Li Chunfang said she didn't have much of an appetite and wanted to drink some porridge.

So she went to a porridge shop outside the hospital and bought two servings of porridge.

Seeing that the elevator was about to go up, she instinctively ran to catch it.

Just as she reached out to block the elevator door, through a gap the width of a palm, she saw that exceptionally handsome and dazzling face.

An Ning's breath hitched, and she froze on the spot when she met that deep and piercing gaze.

Almost instinctively, Lu Xiyan reached out to press the door open button.

Before my hand even left my pocket, the elevator doors slowly opened, triggered by the sensor.

Clenching your fist into your pocket is such an annoying habit that it's hard to break!

The elevator doors opened wide, and the man's tall figure and cold features came into full view of An Ning.

She stood there stunned, unsure whether to go forward or retreat.

"Not going in?"

The man looked down at her, his voice devoid of any warmth, "Don't waste other people's time."

An Ning withdrew her hand and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator was spacious, and the two of them stood on opposite sides.

The elevator doors closed and it slowly ascended.

It was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

In the enclosed space, the refreshing fragrance emanating from him lingered around An Ning's nose.

She lowered her eyes and changed her perfume.

Every time I met him, he was wearing this scent, which was different from before.

"Ms. An."

The man suddenly spoke, "You don't think that just because you transferred the money, you're no longer indebted to me, do you?"

The man glanced at her fair profile, where faint red marks clung, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

Moving the gaze downwards, she was wearing a plain white dress, the cinched waist design perfectly outlining her slender figure.

Her full chest, smooth waistline, and slender figure were as plain as they had been back then.

He was absolutely smitten with her pure and innocent beauty, like a pristine gardenia.

Four years have passed, but his face hasn't changed much.

That's what it means to have a heart, completely black.

An Ning felt that piercing gaze fixed on her. She turned her face to the side, seemingly trying to hide the embarrassment of being hit.

Lu Xiyan noticed all her subtle movements and sneered, "When are you going to give me back what's mine?"

His cold words were still ringing in her ears. Anning clutched the packing bag tightly in her hand. He was asking her for the pen.

An Ning didn't dare to look him in the eye. She steadied herself and said, "Mr. Lu, don't worry, I will return it to you."

She just wanted to stay a few more days.

For her, the sentiment behind that pen was more precious than its expensive price.

She wanted to stay for two more days, just a few more.

In the cramped space, she heard the man chuckle softly.

Mockery, contempt.

He took a step forward in his black, thin-soled leather shoes, heading in her direction.

An Ning looked down and saw a pair of straight, slender legs standing beside her, the black leather shoes spotless.

She always remembered that he used to dislike wearing leather shoes, always opting for white sneakers. Despite not being a germaphobe, he was exceptionally meticulous about cleanliness. After accompanying her home from work, he would always polish his shoes until they were spotless.

The man's cold aura gradually enveloped her, and she suddenly came to her senses, only to meet his emotionless eyes when she looked up.

Lu Xiyan leaned down slightly, tilted his head to look at her, and his eyes were full of undisguised mockery.

"Give it to me as soon as possible."

His gaze, deep as a still pool, fell on her fair earlobe—a tiny red mole, very small.

He had once nibbled at and kissed it with fascination.

He stared at the red mole as it slowly approached, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Sensing his approach, An Ning stiffened, every nerve tensing up.

His hot breath brushed against her ear, so clear, so familiar.

My heart was pounding so hard it was deafening, and even my breathing became rapid.

His hot breath was right next to mine.

"Such good stuff..." His voice was deep and chilling, "A woman like you doesn't deserve it."

The beating heart stopped beating in an instant.

The blood surging through his body seemed to cool down almost immediately after he said that.

An Ning stood frozen in place, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

A man's cold laugh reached my ears.

"Why are you trembling?" The man stared at her reddened earlobes and slightly trembling body, his voice low and seductive. "So sensitive? You can't handle me when I get close?"

She looked the same way when I cornered her last time.

It makes you want to take a bite out of it!

An Ning clenched her fists tightly, every inch of her skin tingling.

The man deliberately blew a breath behind her ear, which was her most sensitive spot.

It was also the gesture he most loved to tease her when they were intimate.

At these times, she would shrink into his arms like a little rabbit, blushing and begging for mercy.

"Did your ex-husband also love your feigned innocence? How many men have you fooled with this trick?"

"Hmm? Anning?"

The man's words nearly extinguished An Ning's spirits, and the packaging box slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, filled with disbelief.

Her innocent, reddened eyes stung the man's eyes. The next second, the man gripped the back of her neck tightly and pulled her close, his tall figure looming over her, staring intently into her reddened eyes.

"Say something!"

He roared his questioning voice, completely devoid of his usual aloof and noble demeanor.

It felt as if a piece of Anning's heart had been ripped out by his own hands, and cold air was rushing into it.

She suddenly remembered the words that had once threatened her, each one ringing in her ears, constantly reminding her.

She was too humble; she couldn't win.

She looked up to meet his hateful eyes. "What's it to you? Even if I've deceived a hundred men, what does it matter to you, Mr. Lu?"

These words seemed to completely ignite Lu Xiyan's long-suppressed anger, and he increased the force of his grip, causing An Ning to wince in pain.

"It's alright?" Lu Xiyan sneered, raising his hand to pinch her chin. With just a little force, her chin turned red.

"I've been treated like a plaything by you for two years! And then you turned around and married another man and had a child. Anning, have you no shame?!"