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

The clock struck midnight.

Xu An'an picked up her suitcase and pushed open the villa's door.

The action was taken without the slightest hesitation.

She said she would wait until 12 o'clock.

Then it won't be a minute early or a second late.

The door locked automatically behind me.

The click sounded exceptionally clear in the pitch-black night.

As I walked down the steps, I realized that it had started raining outside.

Xu An'an habitually opened the umbrella.

With a sharp "bang," one of the umbrella ribs suddenly broke, and the sharp metal sprang to the side due to inertia, causing Xu An'an a sharp pain in her hand.

Blood slowly seeped out, and Xu An'an was somewhat stunned.

She turned her gaze to the twisted umbrella in her hand, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

Oh, so this is the umbrella.

As the summer drizzle falls, memories come flooding back.

That was when Xu An'an was in high school. She had just won a national dance competition and was selected to go abroad on a government scholarship to participate in cultural exchanges.

Most of the people traveling with her were children from wealthy families, and Xu An'an felt out of place among them.

One rainy afternoon, Xu An'an was drenched in the rain as soon as she came out of the practice room.

The thin dance costume clung tightly to the girl's graceful figure after being soaked by water.

Xu An'an panicked.

Just then, a large men's coat, still warm from her body, was gently placed over her head from behind.

The girl turned around in surprise, only to be met with a pair of amber eyes.

"Put them on." The boy's gentle voice was particularly clear in the rain.

Before Xu An'an could respond, he shoved the umbrella into her hand as well.

Wearing only a thin T-shirt, he ran into the torrential rain.

—That boy was Lu Yiming.

That day was also the first real encounter between Xu An'an and Lu Yiming.

Years later, when Lu Yiming approached her with the script for "Anqi," which wasn't particularly outstanding, she accepted it without hesitation.

Her thinking was simple: she just considered it a belated thank you.

It's been more than ten years...

This umbrella really was due for it to break.

"Xu An'an, what are you doing, staring blankly at that broken umbrella?"

A deep voice suddenly rang out above her head, startling Xu An'an.

Xu An'an looked up abruptly and realized that Yan Heng had already walked up to her with a black umbrella.

They were so close that, from this angle, Yan Heng's superior features appeared even more striking.

Before she could respond, Yan Heng frowned, snatched the "broken umbrella" from her hand, and threw it into a trash can a few steps away.

"Is the Lu family so poor that they can't even bear to throw away a broken umbrella?"

"Huh?" Xu An'an snapped out of her daze. "No, I was just about to throw it away..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Heng's gaze fixed on her bleeding hands, and his expression darkened.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just accidentally scratched it."

Yan Heng sighed, grabbed her wrist without saying a word, his grip strong but avoiding the wound, and said, "Come on, let's get in the car first."

...

The back seats of the Bentley were dry and warm.

Yan Heng lowered his head and disinfected Xu An'an with a serious expression.

"Um..." Xu An'an pulled her hand back, "...I can do it myself."

Yan Heng ignored her completely, carefully applying the band-aid before loosening his grip.

He sat to one side with a cold face, remaining silent for a long while, before suddenly speaking as if he couldn't contain his anger:

"Xu An'an, why are you always getting hurt?"

"?" Xu An'an looked surprised.

Did Yan Heng take the wrong medicine?

It's just a small cut, what kind of injury is that?

It wasn't as painful as the anesthesia she received during her miscarriage!

He really is a young master, living a life of luxury.

"No..." Too lazy to argue with him, Xu An'an changed the subject: "By the way, why are you here so early? Didn't you say 12:30?"

A hint of unease flashed across the young master's face. He glanced at Xu An'an, then lowered his head again: "It's raining, I'm afraid of traffic jams."

what?

Traffic jam in the middle of the night?

The young master's thought process is indeed unique.

Xu An'an gave a soft "oh" and didn't think about it any further.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhe, who was in front, pursed his lips silently.

Since parting ways with Xu An'an in the evening, this man has been checking his watch 10 times a minute at home.

I barely ate a few bites of food.

It's already quite an achievement to wait until midnight to go out!

Moreover, Young Master Yan specially flew from Bincheng to Fengcheng this time so that he could take the same flight back with Xu An'an tonight!

How could he not be anxious?

Xu An'an, sitting in the back seat, yawned widely, completely unaware of what was happening.

...

When Xu An'an woke up again, they were almost at the airport.

Sensing the rich scent of cedar, she looked down and realized that she was wearing a large men's suit jacket.

She instinctively turned her head; Yan Heng was still asleep.

His high, straight nose cast a cold shadow on his sharply defined face, making him appear even more arrogant.

He was wearing only a thin black shirt, which was stretched taut by his bulging muscles, giving him a sharp and clean look. One of the top buttons was undone, making him look both abstinent and flamboyant.

Yan Heng has a really good figure.

Aren't you afraid of catching a cold wearing so little clothing?

Xu An'an gently draped the suit jacket back over Yan Heng's body.

Yan Heng frowned, impatiently loosened his tie, and slowly opened his eyes.

Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat.

This impatient look of his doesn't seem to have changed much since he was 18.

......

Red-eye flights do not have first class; they only have business class seats with two people per row.

When she sat down, Xu An'an realized that she was sitting next to Yan Heng.

I don't know how Dongdong bought the tickets for her.

Remembering Yan Heng and Song Zhe's "lover" relationship, Xu An'an considerately called out to Song Zhe:

"Come on, Song Zhe, sit here with me, let's switch seats!"

When Song Zhe's name was suddenly called, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

I definitely didn't look at the almanac before I went out today, otherwise how come it's everywhere!

Under Yan Heng's piercing gaze, Song Zhe waved his hands and chuckled awkwardly, "No need, Miss Xu. I... I'm used to sitting here. I'm... picky about seats... hahaha."

Do you recognize your seats?

Xu An'an looked completely bewildered.

She had only ever heard of people being particular about their beds, but this was the first time she had ever heard of someone being particular about their seat.

Tsk tsk.

This pair is truly precious in their own way.

Xu An'an had no choice but to sit down next to Yan Heng's cold face.

Thinking to myself: Don't blame me, it's your partner who doesn't want to sit with you.

The plane took off smoothly without delay.

Perhaps because she had slept for too long in the car, Xu An'an was not sleepy at all at this moment.

She was about to take out the script to read when she suddenly noticed that Yan Heng next to her was acting strangely.

His once straight shoulders were now somewhat tense, and one hand was pressed tightly against his upper abdomen.

Upon closer inspection, a thin layer of sweat had seeped from his forehead.

—It looks like I have a stomach ailment!

Lu Yiming would occasionally do this too, so Xu An'an was very familiar with this symptom.

Tsk.

It's often said that nine out of ten CEOs suffer from stomach problems, and that's certainly true.

Xu An'an quickly waved to the flight attendant and asked for a cup of hot water, then gently patted Yan Heng's back to signal him to drink it.

After drinking hot water, the wrinkles between Yan Heng's brows lessened slightly.

Xu An'an asked softly, "Did you bring your medicine?"

"What medicine?" Yan Heng asked, puzzled.

"Stomach pain medication? Don't people with stomach problems always carry stomach medicine with them?"

"I'm not sick," Yan Heng glanced at Xu An'an, his jawline tightening slightly in discomfort. "This is the first time I've had a stomachache."

What?

First time experiencing stomach pain?

That can't be...

Xu An'an suddenly reached out and, under Yan Heng's surprised gaze, pressed Yan Heng's upper abdomen with some force.

Even through the thin shirt, Yan Heng stiffened, all his muscles tensing instantly.

Xu An'an didn't pay much attention. After thinking for a moment, she looked up and asked him, "What time did you eat dinner?"

Hearing the commotion, Song Zhe rushed over and answered with some concern, "President Yan hasn't eaten much all day!"

"..."

"Oh," Xu An'an said, somewhat speechless.

"That's alright, he's just hungry."