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

Lu Yiming stood still, looking at Xu An'an.

His eyelids stretched into tired creases in the deep-set eye sockets, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"How can I be okay without you...?"

His voice was soft, tinged with self-deprecation and sarcasm.

Xu An'an disagreed with this statement: "Don't say that, you still have a child. No matter what, the child is innocent."

As Xu An'an spoke, Lu Yiming stared intently at her, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow that was almost unbearable. Although she didn't think she had done anything wrong, Xu An'an didn't want her marriage to end like this. Even if they separated, she hoped they could both find peace. Forgiving others is forgiving yourself.

"Yiming, you don't need to feel indebted to me anymore. I neither hate you nor resent you now. Besides, you gave me so much money."

At this point, Xu An'an smiled.

Lu Yiming also forced a smile.

Xu An'an continued, "I've already forgiven you, so you should let yourself go too."

After she finished speaking, Xu An'an saw the headlights of the black Bentley in the distance flash a few times.

It's time.

Xu An'an patted Lu Yiming on the shoulder one last time and walked past him.

Lu Yiming slowly turned around and watched Xu An'an's slender and graceful figure walk towards the car.

The high heels clicked on the ground, the sound growing louder and farther away, as if they were eager to meet the person in the car.

He could imagine that Xu An'an must be smiling.

He was also someone Xu An'an eagerly awaited to see with a beaming smile.

In the past, every time I picked her up from get off work, she would hop over like a rabbit, open the car door, get in, and softly call out "Husband."

Sometimes, if he had been waiting downstairs for a long time, she would lean over and kiss him after getting in the car. Her lips were cool and sweet, like fruit candy, and then she would ask with a grin, "Have you been waiting long?"

There seemed to be a slightly cool touch on his cheek. When Lu Yiming raised his hand, he only touched his own cold tears.

He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling.

He could have had that kind of happiness for a lifetime.

But he lost all of that.

And that child....

My heart clenched, and a tremendous pain exploded in my chest.

Lu Yiming's legs went weak, and he fell straight down.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Lu Yiming saw Xu An'an's bright, smiling face in his mind.

……

Xu An'an was unaware of all of this.

On the way from the Civil Affairs Bureau to the hospital, Xu An'an saw an ambulance coming from the opposite direction.

The urgent alarm made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

From a young age, Xu An'an disliked this sound—it signified accidents and misfortune. Xu An'an turned around, looking in the direction the ambulance had gone, silently hoping that everything would be alright in time.

When they arrived at the hospital, Grandma was watching TV while leaning against the headboard. When she saw the two of them come in one after the other, her eyes lit up and she quickly waved for Xu An'an to sit down by the bed.

"Is it all done?" Grandma asked quietly.

The older generation is traditional and feels that mentioning Lu Yiming in front of Yan Heng is quite impolite.

Seeing her grandmother's guilty look, Xu An'an smiled and whispered, mimicking her grandmother, "It's done."

Grandma nodded, hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "...How is Xiao Lu?"

Regardless of whether he was her grandson-in-law or not, the feelings between Grandma and Lu Yiming over the years were genuine. This is why Xu An'an still doesn't want to tell her grandmother the reason for her breakup with Lu Yiming—she doesn't want to put her grandmother in a difficult position.

Just as Xu An'an was about to answer, she saw Yan Heng beside her and quickly lowered her voice, this time acting like a thief: "He may need some more time; a short pain is worse than a long one."

Xu An'an had nothing to owe Lu Yiming.

During the five years they were together, she loved him with all her heart. Because she felt no guilt, she had no regrets when she decided to let go.

Love and hate are fleeting, but guilt is the hardest to let go of.

Lu Yiming treated her this way, and so did she treat Yan Heng.

She owed Yan Heng too much.

Emotional debts must be repaid.

Xu An'an looked at Yan Heng, who was sitting quietly on a chair to the side, peeling an apple.

He peeled it very carefully, leaving the peel intact from end to end, a thin ring hanging down that glistened in the sunlight. After peeling it, he cut the apple into small pieces, put them in a bowl, placed a fork on top, and handed it to his grandmother.

These actions happened so naturally that it was hard to believe that the eldest young master of the Yan family was so good at serving people.

Grandma smiled and took the piece, and was about to give it to Xu An'an when Yan Heng stopped her.

"Grandma likes to eat it with the skin on."

As he spoke, Yan Heng picked out a rock sugar crisp apple from the fruit basket, washed it several times by the sink, and then handed it to Xu An'an.

Xu An'an took it and took a bite without hesitation: "So sweet." She then held it to Yan Heng's lips, and Yan Heng took a bite from her hand as well.

Grandma watched the two of them sharing an apple, her eyes crinkling with laughter, but she scolded them playfully, "You have to share one apple? Just take another one."

Xu An'an smiled without saying anything, then took another bite, her cheeks puffed out.

After having lunch with their grandmother, Xu An'an and Yan Heng were about to leave.

Before leaving, Xu An'an wanted to ask her grandmother if she wanted to move to Bincheng with her, but she couldn't bring herself to ask the question after several attempts.

Grandma is already familiar with this place, and my uncle's family also lives in this city.

During Grandma's hospitalization, her uncle visited her several times, and Xu An'an could tell that Grandma was very happy.

No mother would not worry about her child.

In this world, Grandma is Xu An'an's only relative, but it must be admitted that Xu An'an is not Grandma's only one.

If we suggest that Grandma leave at this point, it would be like forcing her to make a choice.

Although Xu An'an knew she would win, she didn't want to put her grandmother in such a difficult position. She didn't want to cause her grandmother any pain; she only wanted her grandmother to have peace and tranquility every day.

Love is about protection, not selfishness.

As they were seeing them to the door, Grandma tugged at Yan Heng's sleeve, gesturing for him to lower his head. Yan Heng lowered his head, and Grandma whispered something in his ear.

Yan Heng paused for a moment, then nodded to his grandmother.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Xu An'an turned around and saw the two of them talking in cryptic terms. She asked, "What are you talking about?"

Grandma looked at her and said with a smile, "This is a secret between Xiao Yan and me."

Xu An'an raised an eyebrow at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng smiled but didn't say anything.

Xu An'an pouted and snorted.

As the elevator passed the second floor, two doctors entered.

They had probably just finished surgery and were still discussing the patient's condition.

"Thanks to the timely emergency treatment, otherwise it would have been too late."

"Yes, it was an acute myocardial infarction. If it had been any later, it would have been over. Thankfully, it was saved."

Hearing that the person had been rescued, Xu An'an also breathed a sigh of relief.

Great.

The ambulance averted the tragedy.

The elevator doors opened, and Xu An'an and Yan Heng stepped out.

I didn't hear the doctor's lighthearted joke behind me:

"Don't you think the government should give our hospital an award? We've saved half of Fengcheng's GDP..."