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

The two were taken aback by the sudden meeting.

Xu An'an blinked. "What are you doing here?"

"..." Yan Heng choked on the question, his eyes unconsciously wandering a little, "I came to Fengcheng for a meeting."

"I'm asking why you're in Huayuan—this...this is your house??"

"—No." Yan Heng denied subconsciously, a rare hint of unease appearing on his perpetually icy face.

He cleared his throat and suddenly gestured to the person beside him, "This is Song Zhe's house. I'll stay here for the night."

"?!"

Song Zhe, who was carrying boxes, suddenly turned around.

After glancing at his young master's expression, he suddenly realized, "Oh right... this Huayuan apartment is mine... haha... our CEO Yan is very generous to his employees, hahaha..."

The more he spoke, the less confident he became, and Song Zhe awkwardly wiped his sweat with a laugh.

Hearing their words, Xu An'an's eyes widened even more.

It's not that she looks down on people.

However, the villas in Nanshan Fengfu are ridiculously expensive.

Although this Huayuan apartment isn't in a better location than Fengyuan, it's still worth at least 5 million.

Yan Heng actually paid his secretary such a high salary...

Could it be...?

Xu An'an looked back and forth between the two people in front of her, each with a different expression, her gaze gradually becoming ambiguous.

Didn't you notice?

It turns out that Yan Heng actually likes Song Zhe...

Seeing the increasingly strange "auntie smile" on Xu An'an's face, Yan Heng narrowed his eyes dangerously:

"Xu An'an, what nonsense are you thinking?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing," Xu An'an quickly pulled herself together, somewhat guiltily changing the subject, "Um... Song Zhe, you like sunflowers too?"

Taken aback by the question, Song Zhe instinctively looked at Yan Heng, hesitating slightly, "Mr. Yan, do I... like it?"

Yan Heng's face was cold, and he didn't even glance at him: "I'm asking you, why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Zhe was on the verge of tears, but could only force himself to say, "Ah... I like it, I really... really like it."

Xu An'an pursed her lips as she watched the interaction between the two people in front of her, and a very unhealthy firework screamed and exploded in her mind.

Tsk tsk, they're so strict...

Is this some kind of domineering CEO forced love story?

The various novels and comics she had read in her younger years were playing out vividly in her mind.

Xu An'an was filled with excitement, and the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

Yan Heng felt uncomfortable under her gaze and couldn't help but reach out and lightly flick her smooth forehead. "What are you thinking about?"

Seeing Xu An'an rubbing her head in slight pain, he gave a barely perceptible smile and changed the subject, "Tonight's flight?"

Xu An'an glanced up at him before realizing he was referring to joining the production team, and said with some resentment, "To be precise, it's at 2 a.m. tomorrow."

"I'm going to the airport too," Yan Heng said somewhat awkwardly. "Come ride with me tonight."

"Huh?" Xu An'an was taken aback.

Was he also on that plane at this time?

She chose this flight time to avoid Lu Yiming. Why is this young master trying to suffer without any real hardship?

Moreover, thinking back to her previous experience on Tongcheng, Xu An'an couldn't help but shudder. "No need to trouble President Yan, my assistant has already arranged for a driver to pick me up."

"Make her cancel." Yan Heng's face turned cold, his tone unfriendly: "Xu An'an, I've covered all your expenses for joining the group. Since it's on my way, I don't need to spend any more money."

"I'll be waiting for you at your door at 12:30 sharp."

After saying that, he walked through the door without looking back, giving Xu An'an no chance to refute him.

Xu An'an stood there, dumbfounded.

What the hell!

He can easily spend hundreds of millions to buy a villa for his "little lover," but he has to save even a few dozen yuan on gas for me?

Yan Heng is far too fond of women and neglects his friends!

...

Returning home sullenly, Xu An'an glanced at the time; Lu Yiming should be back soon.

She took a deep breath, went into the kitchen, and began preparing the ingredients meticulously.

Xu An'an likes to cook.

Whenever the smoke from cooking rises, she feels a sense of peace and tranquility.

It seems that she is no longer the little girl who lived under someone else's roof; she now has a home of her own.

She longed for a "home" so much.

Although Lu Yiming's deception and betrayal caused her unbearable pain, the sense of belonging that this "home" once gave her was real.

Today is the last time she will cook in this house.

She was about to bid a solemn farewell to this family.

After serving the last dish, Xu An'an took off her apron and stretched her stiff and sore back.

Today I made all the dishes that I'm good at.

Hopefully, for the sake of the food, tonight's negotiations can end gracefully.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Xu An'an wiped her hands and answered the call.

"An'an, I'm sorry. I might not be able to make it home tonight..."

Upon hearing Lu Yiming's voice, Xu An'an paused.

Ha, sorry, Lu Yiming's apology is really as worthless as his love!

In the past, she would have been understanding and said "it's okay" when she encountered this situation, but when she glanced at the divorce agreement in her hand, a stubbornness suddenly surged up.

"no."

Unexpectedly, she reacted this way. Lu Yiming paused for a moment, then said:

"Sweetheart, An'an. Don't be stubborn. I'll make it up to you when I get back tomorrow..."

Another compensation?

Xu An'an scoffed lightly, "I don't want compensation, you have to come back tonight."

"An'an! I really can't leave—"

"Lu Yiming, listen to me," Xu An'an interrupted him with unusual calmness:

"I'll wait for you until midnight tonight."

"Remember this."

"This is the last time I'll wait for you."

......

The call ended automatically and Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes.

Xu An'an's temper has been getting worse and worse lately.

How dare they threaten him so arrogantly and unreasonably?

Have I spoiled her too much?

Lu Yiming's face turned cold, and he slammed his phone face down on the table with a "thud".

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er immediately got up, poured him a glass of water, and said softly:

"Brother Yiming, is Sister An'an upset? It's all my fault... I accidentally fell, otherwise I wouldn't have had to rush to the hospital so late at night..."

Lu Yiming took the water glass, tilted his head back and took a sip. His voice was somewhat indifferent, "It's okay, don't worry about her, the child is the priority."

As he spoke, he put down his water glass, helped Lin Wan'er to the hospital bed and lay down, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly.

Lin Wan'er grasped his hand and leaned into Lu Yiming's arms. "Brother Yiming, thank you... It's all thanks to you these past few days that President Zhang agreed to cooperate with our Lin family."

Seeing that Lu Yiming did not refuse, Lin Wan'er reached out and wrapped her arms around his firm waist, whispering in his ear:

"Yiming, I've been thinking a lot lately, if I hadn't left back then, would we be...?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming paused, grabbed Lin Wan'er's hand, and interrupted her coldly, "Wan'er, I've said it before, don't bring up the past again."

"But..." Lin Wan'er really didn't understand. No matter how you looked at it, she was the one who wronged him back then, but Lu Yiming's attitude of avoiding the matter every time...

It was as if he was the one who was wrong...

"Alright, Wan'er," Lu Yiming softened his voice, realizing he had been too tense. "You were just frightened, go and sleep for a while."

"...Okay," Lin Wan'er obediently agreed, taking Lu Yiming's hand and placing it on her heart, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful: "Brother Yiming, I'm a little scared, you have to stay with me."

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving."

Lu Yiming gently withdrew his hand only after Lin Wan'er had fallen asleep.

I glanced at my watch—23:59 PM.

There's no way I can make it back in time.

But it doesn't matter, he knows Xu An'an too well.

This has happened many times.

She won't be really angry; a little coaxing will make her fine.

It's just a wedding anniversary.

There will be many, many more of them in the future.