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

A ringing bell interrupted Yan Heng's reverie.

Yan Heng then realized that he had been standing in front of Xu An'an's door for who knows how long.

He answered the phone, and Pei Rang's nonchalant voice came through the receiver:

"Ah Heng, where are you? Wei Peng told me you took a phone call and ran off. I just finished my match, come out quickly!"

Pei Rang was the third son of the Pei family, the same age as Yan Heng. Unlike other young masters from aristocratic families who were either in politics or business, Pei Rang displayed astonishing tennis talent from a young age. At such a young age, he had already secured a place among the top 5 in the world tennis rankings.

Today happened to be Pei Rang's competition in Bincheng, and the group had originally planned to get together. However, during the meal, Yan Heng suddenly learned that Xu An'an had been invited to a welcome banquet, and feeling uneasy, he hurried back.

Unfortunately, I was still too late to get back...

Yan Heng took two steps to the side and lowered his voice, "Something came up today, I'll make it up to you another day."

"What's going on?" Pei Rang perked up instantly. "It's this late...you haven't finally broken your fast, have you?!"

Yan Heng has lived like an ascetic these past few years, spending his days either working or boxing. If Pei Rang didn't know him well, he would have suspected that there was something wrong with him!

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Heng chuckled, too lazy to chat with him. "I really can't get away. I'm hanging up now."

"Wait!" Pei Rang pleaded before hanging up, his voice tinged with gossip, "Your current state... is it related to that Xu An'an, right?"

Yan Heng paused, then gave a helpless "hmm".

"As expected, she's the only one who can make you care so much. But..." Pei Rang rarely showed a hint of worry:

"Ah Heng, I'm not trying to discourage you, but even if Lu Yiming really cheated on you, do you really think she'd divorce him? You have to understand, in families like ours, what sustains a marriage isn't just love..."

"She will get a divorce."

Yan Heng suddenly spoke up, interrupting Pei Rang.

"As long as she gives up on Lu Yiming, I will give her everything she wants, tenfold or a hundredfold."

"The Lu family's meager assets," Yan Heng slowly clenched his fists, letting out a disdainful snort.

"They're really not good enough in my eyes."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Heng glanced at the time.

It's already 1 a.m.

There had been no movement from inside the door for so long; Xu An'an must be fast asleep.

Unable to tell whether he was more disappointed or relieved, Yan Heng glanced at the closed door again, then turned and walked towards his own room.

...

Yan Heng swiped open the door and prepared to change his shoes, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The entryway was a bit messy, clearly showing signs of having been used.

Could it be that the cleaning service didn't clean properly after the previous guest checked out?

Yan Heng frowned in disgust, preparing to go downstairs and open another room, but as he turned around, he suddenly remembered that there was only this one room left on this floor.

I could only suppress my impatience and head to the bedroom, intending to call a cleaning service to quickly tidy up the room.

His hand had just touched the bedroom light switch when he suddenly froze—

Under the dim moonlight, a person was curled up on the bed!

Yan Heng held his breath and slowly approached.

My heart suddenly tightened.

It was Xu An'an!

Xu An'an lay on her side, breathing evenly.

Her long, smooth hair was slightly disheveled, and her long, curled eyelashes cast dappled shadows on her delicate face.

Under the hazy moonlight, her sleeping face was completely unguarded, yet inexplicably alluring and seductive.

A surge of heat instantly rushed to the top of Yan Heng's head.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his mind was a blank, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

Reason and morality screamed at him to leave immediately, but his body seemed frozen in place, unable to move.

My gaze involuntarily traced the peaceful sleeping face of the person who had just woken up: delicate eyelashes, luscious lips, and a fair neck...

Only then did he dare to openly express the emotions in his eyes and look at her properly without any restraint.

One glance, one more glance, and then I'm gone.

Yan Heng kept telling himself this.

"water......"

A hoarse murmur broke the silence.

Xu An'an unconsciously licked her chapped lips, her brow furrowing in discomfort.

Yan Heng woke up as if he had been scalded, hurriedly found a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and brought it to Xu An'an's lips.

Xu An'an reached out in a daze, but accidentally knocked over the water bottle, and the water poured down, wetting half of her shoulder.

Yan Heng's mind exploded with a "buzz".

When the silk fabric is soaked in water, it clings tightly to the skin, leaving winding marks.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly turned his head away, his jawline instantly tightening.

"It's so cold...it feels awful..."

Xu An'an was completely unaware of this.

He was just acting on instinct, recklessly fiddling with his collar.

Yan Heng's eyes grew increasingly dark, and he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

He should have just left, but after hesitating several times, he still had to go to the bathroom to get a towel.

Suppressing his instincts, he kept a straight face and wiped the cloth meticulously.

The dry towel, with its somewhat rough texture, left a blush-red mark on Xu An'an's smooth and delicate skin.

"It's so itchy..."

Xu An'an couldn't help but speak up.

She tilted her blushing face up and nuzzled against me like a kitten.

Yan Heng's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his breathing became even heavier, and all the muscles in his body tensed to the extreme.

His large hands, gripping the towel, were bulging with veins. He had been drinking today, and the remaining sanity was about to be swallowed by the heat.

"Stop fooling around... Yiming..."

A sudden, coquettish cry.

The last syllable was mumbled, but those around him heard it clearly.

Yan Heng suddenly paused.

The scorching undercurrent suddenly receded.

Yiming...?

They actually mistook him for Lu Yiming?!

She... is she still thinking about him...?

Yan Heng lowered his head, gave a self-deprecating snort, then tossed the towel aside and walked away.

But just as he took a step, he suddenly heard intermittent sobbing behind him:

"Lu Yiming, I hate you..."

"Why are you treating me like this...?"

The hoarse sobs sounded even more aggrieved in the spacious room.

She cried her heart out, curling up into a tiny ball.

Yan Heng stopped in his tracks.

He had never seen Xu An'an like this before. He couldn't bear to see Xu An'an cry, but this crying was for another man.

The soft sobs pierced his softest heart like sharp needles.

He stared intently at Xu An'an, his eyes bloodshot, the jealousy and struggle in his heart seeming to tear him apart.

After an unknown period of stalemate, Yan Heng finally sighed in resignation.

He bent his knees, kneeling on one leg beside the bed, and gently patted her back: "Okay, stop crying..."

"Don't touch me!"

Xu An'an suddenly screamed violently, drawing strength from who-knows-where.

"Get away! You're a liar!"

"asshole!"

Her fingernails scratched across Yan Heng's neck, leaving streaks of red marks. She thrashed about like a fish out of water, on the verge of falling off the bed.

Yan Heng hurriedly reached out to grab him, but was kicked in the chest.

Unable to bear it any longer, he lunged forward, pressed against her knees, grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, and pressed them straight up, firmly burying them in the soft pillow above her head.

The distance suddenly closed, and he stared at Xu An'an's pink lips, which were almost within reach. His breathing became heavier, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

"pain......"

Xu An'an pouted, feeling extremely aggrieved. She twisted her body with all her might, but couldn't budge it an inch.

She seemed even angrier, suddenly tilting her head back and biting down—

A sharp pain shot through his collarbone, and Yan Heng groaned, the veins on his strong forearm bulging.

The last shred of reason was burned away—

Yan Heng raised his hand and pinched Xu An'an's chin, hissing through gritted teeth close to her ear:

"Open your eyes and see who I am!!"