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

The hoarse, deep voice, filled with warmth, vibrated in Xu An'an's eardrums, causing her to flinch and her struggle to subside.

Her teary eyes slowly opened a tiny slit.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, glistening with moisture, and she stared at him for a long time with her misty eyes slightly open—suddenly, a dreamy smile appeared on her face:

"It's you... Yan Heng..."

Her slender fingertips gently traced the bridge of Yan Heng's high nose, her breath, warm and slightly intoxicated, brushing against his ear.

"Honestly, why did I dream about you..."

The sound faded, and she closed her eyes dazedly, collapsing weakly onto the soft pillow, her breathing becoming long and steady once more.

Yan Heng's movements faltered.

After a long while, he slowly got up.

The soft moonlight made Xu An'an's sleeping face appear even more serene and beautiful.

Yan Heng stood by the bed and sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, in another hotel.

"Splash—"

The expensive bottles and jars on the dressing table were swept away in a fit of anger.

The thick aroma, mixed with humiliation, exploded and spread through the air.

Ye Ruyan's originally delicate face was twisted and trembled with jealousy, looking ferocious like a ghost in the pale moonlight.

"Xu, An, An..."

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out those three words, her fingernails digging deep into the solid wood countertop, leaving several white marks.

On what grounds?

Why is it that this suddenly appearing old woman can so easily gain Yan Heng's favor and attention?

What's so good about her?

Recalling how she had been humiliated twice in front of everyone, all because of her, Ye Ruyan felt a sharp, piercing pain in her heart, making it hard to breathe.

No, we can't let this go!

Ye Ruyan had never suffered such a loss before!

Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. Her eyes sharpened, she grabbed her phone, and pulled out her contacts.

In the stillness of the night, her voice carried a chilling undertone beneath its gentle tone:

"Hello, Ms. Jin, I'm Ruyan from the Ye family. I'd like to ask you for a favor..."

...

Xu An'an was awakened by a series of rapid shaking.

She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, and through her blurry vision, she saw Dongdong's anxious and worried face.

"Sister An'an, you're finally awake! How are you feeling?"

Just as Xu An'an was about to respond, a sharp pain exploded in her temple, and she gasped instantly.

"I...I'm fine," she said, her voice hoarse and tight. She drank most of a glass of water from Dongdong's hand before slowly recovering.

"You said you were fine!" Dongdong's eyes reddened with anxiety. "Last night, you drank a whole bottle of baijiu by yourself in front of that group of people! Sister An'an, why did you do that?"

yesterday......

Xu An'an's muddled mind cleared up a bit.

She patted Dongdong's hand reassuringly, forcing a slightly weary smile:

"In that situation, they were clearly targeting me. If I don't teach them a lesson, this will just drag on forever. Besides..." Xu An'an's lips curled into a smile, and she playfully raised an eyebrow:

"I have experience drinking this kind of wine. It looks like a lot, but you don't actually drink much of it."

Xu An'an has never been a good drinker, so she has learned many tricks to avoid drinking during social engagements over the years.

For example, the wine must be poured very full, and the glass must be held very quickly so that as much wine as possible can be spilled out as the head is tilted back.

And after each drink, he would wipe his mouth with a tissue, using the action to spit out more alcohol onto the tissue.

So, although the three full glasses of baijiu yesterday looked impressive, she actually only drank less than one glass.

She's not stupid, how could she possibly fight them to the death?

However... Xu An'an was very clear about her alcohol tolerance. Although it was only one glass, it was enough to make her drunk. Therefore, she had Dongdong prepare a room upstairs in advance.

Xu An'an has always been like this; she always leaves herself a way out before doing anything.

She thinks five steps ahead before taking one, and she never fights a battle unprepared.

She gambled her entire life on Lu Yiming, but the result was...

She gave a self-deprecating smirk.

It turns out that being obsessed with love makes people unhappy!

Dongdong, unaware of the rapidly changing thoughts in Xu An'an's mind, continued setting out breakfast while muttering, "That Ye Ruyan is like a persistent ghost, always finding ways to cause trouble. Luckily, President Yan came back yesterday, otherwise..."

"What?" Xu An'an was taken aback. "Yan Heng came yesterday?"

"Yes, you don't remember?"

Xu An'an frowned and shook her head. She had been drinking heavily last night and quickly became intoxicated.

The only memories of the second half are some blurry lights and shadows and noisy sounds. I vaguely remember... I seemed to dream about Yan Heng.

In my dream, he was pressing down on me, so close we could almost breathe together, and I vaguely heard him yell something at me...

Xu An'an blushed suddenly—

What a sin!

She must have been living a life of abstinence for too long to have such a dream...

That's Yan Heng!

Xu An'an cursed herself in her heart.

"You almost fell yesterday, but luckily President Yan walked in and caught you. And he got really angry when he saw everyone drinking... he smashed the bottles and yelled at Ye Ruyan..."

"..."

It turned out to be the case.

Xu An'an suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems I really did drink myself into oblivion, which is why I mistook those fragmented images for a dream...

In reality, Yan Heng was just patting himself on the back for how badly he fell!

As the boss, it's no wonder he was angry when he walked in and saw his employees drunk and disheveled!

She shook her still slightly dizzy head, quickly banishing those ambiguous images from her mind.

If Yan Heng himself had such fantasies about her, he would have killed her!

She shrank her neck, thinking she should drink less in the future.

It's truly a case of "drunken promiscuity"...

"Sister An'an? Are you even listening to me?!"

Xu An'an snapped back to reality. "Huh? What did you just say?"

"I said, get up and eat something, you have to go for your character's makeup test this afternoon!"

"?"

Xu An'an's eyes widened suddenly. "Isn't the makeup session tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, but the coordinator just called me and said that the designer has suddenly changed and is only available this afternoon. If we wait any longer, it will be two weeks later, which will delay the start of filming. They hope we can cooperate..."

just?

Last-minute announcements are common on set... but this is way too last-minute!

"Which designer is that? They're so amazing!"

"According to the coordinator, this designer just won the Oscar for Best Character Design. I think his surname is Kim. He has a terrible temper. The production team specially invited him to provide guidance at a high price."

"......All right."

She had heard of this designer, and it was truly a significant investment for "Breaking the Cocoon" to bring her on board.

Although she was dissatisfied, she really didn't want to delay the production schedule.

Xu An'an dragged her hungover body out of bed, her head still feeling heavy.

She stumbled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and was startled.

Her face was swollen like a steamed bun, her eyelids drooped heavily, and she was red and swollen from crying...

—This is so ugly!

No!

I absolutely cannot go for a makeup session with a face like that!

An hour later, Xu An'an, wearing huge sunglasses, walked into the elevator.

Just as the door was about to close, a large hand suddenly stopped it.

The elevator doors opened again, and a tall figure walked in.

Xu An'an looked up and almost dropped her coffee the moment she saw who it was.

"Yan Heng? What are you doing here?"