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

Yan Heng took the divorce agreement.

He stood there stunned for a long time before finally looking up at Xu An'an.

"What are you standing there for?" Xu An'an thought he was too slow, so she turned to the last page of the agreement and pointed to the still-wet ink at the end. "He really signed it."

Yan Heng remained silent. He stared at the signature for a long time—the handwriting was messy and the strokes were unsteady, the last few strokes almost lacking strength, as if his wrist could no longer support him halfway through writing.

Then he closed the agreement, looked up, and his gaze fell on Xu An'an's face, a layer of vigilance appearing in his dark eyes.

"What conditions did you agree to?"

Xu An'an was taken aback: "What?"

Yan Heng narrowed his eyes: "Lu Yiming, what did he force you to do?"

He knew how difficult Lu Yiming was to deal with. For so long, he had been putting pressure on Lu Yiming both openly and secretly, forcing him to divorce from every angle, but the man refused to budge no matter what.

He absolutely did not believe that Lu Yiming would give up based on just one conversation.

Xu An'an then realized what Yan Heng was thinking, and she was both amused and exasperated.

"He didn't force me to do anything," she said. "I just told him the real reason I wanted a divorce."

"The real reason..." Yan Heng frowned, "is what?"

Yan Heng took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, then put his arm around her shoulder and walked into Huayuan.

This was Xu An'an's first time visiting Huayuan.

She paused for a moment when the door opened.

Xu An'an stood in the entryway, her gaze slowly sweeping across the living room.

The style is simple and European, without any complicated decorations, featuring clean and crisp lines. The off-white walls paired with light gray wainscoting create an understated yet sophisticated look. The linen curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows are her favorite misty blue, and the large, off-white sofa looks very soft, making you want to sink into it.

The most prominent feature in the living room is a completed fireplace.

She turned to look at Yan Heng: "You tore down all the previous renovations?"

The villas in Nanshan Fengfu are all delivered fully furnished. The developer boasts top-tier luxury home features, using only imported stone and custom-made furniture.

People who live here would rather spend money than spend time, so very few people would tear down and redo the entire original renovation. Even Maple Garden only made partial adjustments to the original style.

Yan Heng's apartment, from the walls to the floor, was completely renovated by tearing down everything the developer had provided.

Yan Heng did not deny it.

Why go through all the trouble of tearing down and rebuilding a house that isn't a permanent residence?

Xu An'an looked at the fireplace in the center, and a memory from long ago suddenly popped into her mind.

That was when filming for "The Last Goodnight" was almost finished.

Yan Heng was more silent than before, not saying a word, but he clung to her even more. From the set to home, he sat beside her when she rested, and stood not far away when she touched up her makeup.

At that time, Xu An'an did not know that he was sad about the upcoming farewell, and only thought that he was affected by the plot of the script.

It's normal for someone to get too immersed in their role when acting in a movie for the first time, and Xu An'an felt it was her responsibility to help Yan Heng get out of character.

So during that period, the more depressing the scenes were, the more Xu An'an would drag Yan Heng around the city after filming to help him shake off the gloom and become Yan Heng again.

One evening, the two were strolling around outside when they passed by a real estate sales office.

On a whim, Xu An'an, wearing a mask, dragged him inside to see the model apartment. That's just the kind of person she is; she does whatever comes to mind. Blind boxes, fireworks, concerts—whenever she's in the mood, she drags Yan Heng along. Yan Heng never objects, but he also never offers any opinion.

But after they came out of the show flat that day, Yan Heng suddenly asked, "What kind of house do you want in the future?"

Xu An'an paused for a moment, then thought for a second and said, "Hmm... I like something simple, like the Scandinavian style. I want misty blue curtains, it looks so gentle and soft. The sofa needs to be big and soft, preferably one I can sink into as soon as I sit down..."

"Oh right! We need a fireplace! I cried so much reading 'The Little Match Girl' when I was little. If the little girl had a fireplace, she wouldn't have frozen to death. So I hope my future home will have a fireplace, where I can warm myself by the fire in winter. That would make me feel very safe..."

As memories fade, the words spoken and the scene before me keep overlapping.

Huayuan is exactly the same as the home she once described.

Xu An'an turned her head and looked at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng was also looking at her.

Their eyes met, and they both saw their former selves reflected in each other's eyes.

A sudden surge of emotion welled up in Xu An'an's nose. She had almost forgotten her own ideas about the house.

And Yan Heng actually remembered it all, and even helped her achieve it without her realizing it.

She swallowed hard, her eyes reddening, and said, "How could you be so foolish?"

Huayuan is only 200 meters away from Fengyuan, and you can see the whole view of Fengyuan from the courtyard.

He knew he was living there with another man, yet he insisted on decorating the house exactly as he had always wanted it to be.

Suddenly overwhelmed by a strange emotion, Xu An'an took two steps forward and punched Yan Heng hard.

"Do you have masochistic tendencies?! Why would you do something like this all by yourself? Have you ever considered that I might never know what you're doing?!"

Xu An'an burst into tears.

Yan Heng grasped Xu An'an's hand that had hit his chest, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her trembling shoulders. "Why are you crying again?" He gently wiped away her tears, sighing helplessly. "I didn't mean for you to know."

Xu An'an looked at him with red eyes, and Yan Heng looked back at her earnestly: "Really."

"I bought this place on a whim and left it untouched for a long time. Then one day, I attended a dinner party and met a director. He was quite drunk and noisy, but one of his remarks woke me up: 'Reality is cruel, so we need to create dreams.'"

Yan Heng's voice was deep, and Xu An'an leaned against his chest, feeling a tingling vibration.

"At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind: if dreams can be created, why can't I create one for myself? That very night, I had Song Zhe contact the design team to develop a plan. But no matter what they did, they couldn't make it look the way I wanted, so I simply took some time to draw the blueprints myself... It took six months to build this place, and during those six months, I was very happy."

So don't cry. You've only ever brought me joy, and even just thinking about you makes me feel happy.

Hearing Yan Heng's words, Xu An'an was even more at a loss for words.

Yan Heng's love was far more profound than she had imagined, so profound that she had no idea how to respond.

All she could do was cherish and treasure it.

Fortunately, Lu Yiming has now agreed to a divorce, and she finally has the right to respond to this love.

She wanted to give Yan Heng everything he wanted, whatever it was.

However, Xu An'an paused.

There's something she might not be able to do...

We should have made things clear with Yan Heng beforehand.

Xu An'an gently pushed Yan Heng away, looked up, and bit her lip.

"Yan Heng, there's something I need to tell you."