Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

It was already late at night when I walked out of Maple Garden.

Xu An'an took out her phone to check the time, only to find that Yan Heng had called her more than a dozen times.

amount.

Looking at the list of red missed calls, Xu An'an could almost picture Yan Heng's furrowed brows when he was angry.

For some reason, Xu An'an suddenly felt like laughing.

She had just finished a heavy conversation and was feeling heavy-hearted, but the moment she thought of Yan Heng, all the gloom vanished.

However, his last phone call was made an hour earlier.

It's so late, he's probably already asleep.

He had been taking care of his grandmother and was quite tired, so Xu An'an didn't want to disturb his rest. She walked along the path towards the entrance of the residential area, took out her phone, and prepared to call a car.

Nanshan Fengfu has only seven households, and it is exceptionally quiet at night.

Xu An'an was startled when the dark shadow flashed by.

The shock only lasted a moment, because the next second, she felt that familiar, cool aura.

Xu An'an was picked up by Yan Heng and pressed against a wall, where his domineering lips and tongue skillfully invaded her body.

Held so high that Xu An'an didn't have time to react, she instinctively tightened her embrace around Yan Heng.

Unable to withstand Yan Heng's intense kiss, Xu An'an tilted her head back and, catching her breath, asked, "W-what are you doing here?"

Yan Heng pinched Xu An'an's chin with one hand, brought her back to his lips, and roughly squeezed her for half a minute before letting her go. He squinted and replied, "That's the question I should be asking you."

Xu An'an chuckled awkwardly.

Indeed, she only said on the phone that she wanted to talk to Lu Yiming, but she didn't say that she wanted to talk here.

Xu An'an isn't stupid—if this jealous girl knew she was coming here, she would never agree!

However, what she wanted to say to Lu Yiming was too special and too private, and the most suitable place was this home.

Uh, actually we could book a room.

However, if Yan Heng found out that Lu Yiming had booked a hotel room to discuss business, he would probably kill him.

Xu An'an shrank her neck and looked up at Yan Heng in a pleading manner: "Don't be angry, I was just about to take a taxi to find you."

Yan Heng snorted.

He's clearly still angry.

The warm yellow streetlights accentuated his already striking bone structure, making it appear even more defined. Xu An'an looked at his face and found herself liking him more and more—even his angry expressions were endearing.

Thinking this, Xu An'an tiptoed and pecked him on the lips again.

"I have some good news, do you want to hear it?"

Yan Heng turned around and looked into Xu An'an's bright eyes, and the last bit of awkwardness in his heart instantly disappeared.

"What good news?"

"Well—" Xu An'an drawled out her words mysteriously, "I'll tell you when we get home!"

Without thinking, she used the word "go home".

In her subconscious, any place where Yan Heng is can be called home.

Whether it's a small building, a hotel room, or anywhere else.

The sense of security that Yan Heng gave her was home.

Yan Heng liked hearing Xu An'an say "go home".

He shared the same sentiment.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have built a small building with the exact same structure as the old rental house.

After saying that, she turned to leave, but Yan Heng grabbed her and pulled her back: "Where are you going?"

Xu An'an blinked: "Where did you park your car?"

Yan Heng gestured with his chin toward the garage next door. Xu An'an followed his gaze and realized that she was in the corner of Huayuan.

Oh my god, there's a security camera right above her head. I hope everything that just happened wasn't recorded...

Although Song Zhe already knew about their relationship, Xu An'an still felt a little embarrassed to be kissing like that in the middle of the night in the corner of someone else's house.

Before she could finish feeling embarrassed, Yan Heng grabbed her hand and led her inside.

"Hey!" Xu An'an was startled and quickly asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Heng turned around, looking puzzled: "Didn't you say you were going home?"

"Yes," Xu An'an said, somewhat bewildered, "but this..."

She suddenly realized what she was saying, her eyes widening: "This is your house?!"

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise what?"

"But you said it was Song Zhe before!"

Yan Heng had long forgotten about this matter. Only after she brought it up did he remember that he had indeed attributed the house to Song Zhe.

I just didn't expect Xu An'an to actually believe it.

Yan Heng was speechless. "Don't you know the price of this house? What kind of salary do you think I can offer my secretary?"

"Who knows you..." Xu An'an murmured, recalling that she had indeed mistakenly thought Song Zhe was Yan Heng's lover before... She secretly pursed her lips.

"What are you thinking about now?" Yan Heng pinched her cheek.

Xu An'an certainly couldn't tell him that she almost thought he was gay, so she quickly tried to change the subject: "Why did you buy this house?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

Why would Yan Heng buy this house...? Is that even a question?

Of course it's because of her!

Thinking of this, Xu An'an suddenly felt a pang of sadness: "When did you buy it?"

Yan Heng thought for a moment and said, "The year I returned to China."

That was three years ago.

Xu An'an frowned: "Then why have I never seen you here before?"

Huayuan is very close to Fengyuan, and Xu An'an was often at home during those years. Logically, she shouldn't have never seen him.

Yan Heng lifted his eyelids to look at her, but remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "Xu An'an, if you were me, would you dare to live here?"

Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat.

Yes.

Not only does she live here, but Lu Yiming does too.

For a long time, she and Lu Yiming were very much in love. When they weren't busy with work, they would stroll hand in hand in the neighborhood after dinner, telling each other about the interesting things that happened that day. Xu An'an told stories vividly, with exaggerated gestures, and she had a very low threshold for laughter; she would start laughing herself after only telling half of a story.

In the beginning, when Yan Heng couldn't control himself, he would come here to see this scene.

It's hard to say whether it's lucky or unlucky.

Yan Heng just felt even more pain.

Gradually, he stopped coming.

They simply had someone plant Xu An'an's favorite sunflowers in the yard.

If he was destined to be unhappy, then he hoped that at least Xu An'an could be a little happier.

Those days were too difficult to endure, and Yan Heng didn't want to think about them too much. He sighed and took Xu An'an's hand: "Let's go."

Although he hid it well, the loneliness in his voice betrayed him.

Xu An'an thought for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his hand and gently pulled him into his arms.

"Yan Heng." Xu An'an cupped his face in her hands, stood on tiptoe, and tried to see the emotions in his eyes. "Why are you so silly..." she murmured, placing a light kiss on Yan Heng's lips. "I'm married now, you should live your own life too, why torture yourself like this?"

She is an actress, and empathy is her most basic professional skill.

The moment Yan Heng uttered those words, Xu An'an immediately thought about what he had been through all these years.

Distressed.

Xu An'an's heart ached terribly.

She felt a pang of heartache, almost hating his stupidity, and also hating herself for being so oblivious. If she had realized these things sooner, even if she couldn't reciprocate Yan Heng's feelings, she at least wouldn't have acted so intimately with Lu Yiming in front of him.

Yan Heng shook his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of Xu An'an's eyes.

"Don't cry," he said. "See, haven't I been waiting for you?"

My heart clenched again.

Xu An'an closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

We've finally gotten what we've been waiting for.

But before Lin Wan'er returned, Xu An'an never imagined that she would be separated from Lu Yiming in this lifetime...

If the Pan family hadn't gone bankrupt, and if Lin Wan'er hadn't approached Lu Yiming again, Xu An'an might never have known that there was someone in this world who loved her to this extent.

So what should Yan Heng do?

I can't even imagine it.

Xu An'an burst into tears.

She had intended to wait until she got home to talk about it, but Xu An'an couldn't wait even a second longer.

She took a document out of her bag and placed it in front of Yan Heng.

"Yan Heng." Her voice was still choked with sobs. "Lu... he agreed to the divorce."