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

The thought made her heart flutter slightly.

No way...

How is that possible?

How long have you been married?

Xu An'an raised her eyes, her gaze unconsciously falling on the man who was dozing in front of her, as if trying to discern something from his face—

Suddenly, her gaze froze.

Yan Heng's collar was slightly open, and on both sides of his long and muscular neck, there were a few ambiguous red marks.

Following the line of the collarbone downwards, there is a faint, almost imperceptible trace hidden at the edge of the collar.

As if possessed, Xu An'an reached out and gently pulled open the collar, only to see a clear ring of teeth marks on Yan Heng's sharp collarbone.

Xu An'an paused.

The teeth marks were clearly fresh, and in that spot... it's obvious what they were left behind during some activity.

Also.

Someone like Yan Heng, who has had countless men fall for him, how could he possibly have a secret crush?

What's more, he secretly loves a woman who is so much older than him and is already married.

What are we all thinking... She shook her head self-deprecatingly, banishing those foolish thoughts from her mind.

I'm really quite narcissistic.

Feeling a slight tickling sensation on his neck, Yan Heng frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

Xu An'an was still leaning over Yan Heng when she realized he was awake. Unable to dodge in time, she slapped his collarbone in a flash.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Yan Heng clutched his chest, his sleepy eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"There was a mosquito just now," Actress Xu An'an said innocently, clenching her knuckles which were throbbing from her collarbone. "I swatted it for you, you're welcome."

A knock sounded on the door, and Song Zhe walked in with Dongdong, carrying two large plastic bags.

"An'an, how are you feeling now?"

When Dongdong saw that Xu An'an was awake, he rushed over to her.

She was handling the formalities in the lobby in the morning when she turned around and saw Yan Heng carrying the unconscious Xu An'an out of the elevator. She was so frightened that her legs went weak. Fortunately, President Yan remained calm and drove directly to this private hospital.

After receiving an IV drip, Xu An'an's fever subsided. She was originally supposed to stay here with him, but President Yan insisted that Song Zhe take her to buy some food.

This Song Zhe is quite an oddball. Even though there are so many restaurants downstairs, he insisted on dragging her around most of Bincheng, taking a full two hours to go there and back.

If she had known beforehand that Xu An'an would be left in the hospital for so long, she definitely wouldn't have gone. This "living devil" President Yan doesn't seem like the type to take care of anyone at all...

"I'm fine now," Xu An'an comforted Dongdong, then looked up at the IV drip that was still almost finished. "Can I leave after this is done?"

"Leave?" Yan Heng looked up. "Where are you going?"

"Work," Xu An'an glanced at Yan Heng, "didn't I tell you before that I'm going for a makeup session this afternoon?"

"Cancel." Yan Heng's deep voice was without the slightest hesitation.

He opened the takeout bag and placed a bowl of porridge in front of Xu An'an. "After you finish your IV drip, I'll take you back to your hotel. You should go and rest quietly."

Xu An'an was taken aback. "President Yan, could you please align your schedule with your production team? The only time the highly paid teacher Jin is available is this afternoon. If we don't have the makeup done today, it will delay the start of filming."

"Then we'll postpone the startup."

The man didn't seem to care and handed the spoon to Xu An'an.

Xu An'an paused as she reached for the cutlery, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"Yan Heng, do you know what you're saying?"

Film crews burn through money when production stops.

The salaries of the actors, the food, clothing and daily necessities of more than a hundred staff members, and the rental of venues and props all amount to millions of dollars in expenses every day.

All investors wished the production team could compress the time as much as possible and complete the filming as efficiently as possible.

Even the most meticulous film crews will only spend time polishing necessary scenes, and will never delay the start of filming because of something as trivial as an actor's poor condition.

Besides, she only had a slight fever. She had even developed pneumonia while filming on the plateau, but she only used her mealtimes to get injections and never missed a single day of filming.

Besides, today isn't even filming; we just need to sit in the dressing room. And Yan Heng actually casually suggested postponing filming over such a trivial matter?

Thinking of this, Xu An'an couldn't help but roll her eyes: "If you like throwing money around so much, why don't you give it to me? I can say a few auspicious words to you, which is worse than you wasting it."

"Can,"

Before Xu An'an could finish speaking, Yan Heng suddenly nodded in agreement, took out a checkbook from his pocket, and asked, "How much do you want?"

"?" Xu An'an looked confused. "What do you mean, how much?"

"Didn't you just say you like money?" Yan Heng opened his pen with one hand, raised an eyebrow at Xu An'an, and said, "How much do you want? I'll give it to you."

"..."

Xu An'an was speechless, but Dongdong, who was standing to the side, suddenly widened his eyes.

The words "I'll give them to you" came out of the man's cold, hard mouth with particular seriousness.

Is this still the same "living Yama" CEO Yan?

Dongdong secretly glanced at Yan Heng's face. His handsome features were deep and his unfathomable eyes were focused on Xu An'an, as if he could see no one else but her.

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Xu An'an stared at Yan Heng without saying a word, and after a long while, she burst out laughing.

"Yan Heng, you're so old-fashioned..." Xu An'an laughed so hard she almost fell over. "What era are we living in? Who still uses checks these days?"

Yan Heng's hand holding the pen paused slightly. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Checks are indeed not as convenient as bank transfers."

"But its biggest advantage is the limit—there is no upper limit."

Xu An'an's facial muscles stiffened as she smiled. She reached out and brushed aside her checkbook. "Yan Heng, stop messing around. I just want to do my job."

"Then get well before going back to work."

"Yan Heng!"

Xu An'an felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed:

"If other people knew that the server was delayed again because of me, what would they think of me? What kind of reputation would I have if word got out?"

"Let's see who dares!"

"Who dares?" Xu An'an laughed in exasperation. "If no one dared, why would I have drunk that much alcohol last night!"

Yan Heng's back stiffened, speechless at those words.

Yesterday, after leaving Xu An'an's room, he checked the surveillance footage. When he came out of the surveillance room, Yan Heng's eyes were bloodshot.

How dare these people make things so difficult for Xu An'an! And why didn't she ask me for help last night when we added each other on WeChat?

What would happen if I didn't make it back in time?

Yan Heng felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He admitted that all his anger today stemmed from his disappointment in himself. He hadn't considered this possibility; he had brought Xu An'an here but failed to protect her.

He cannot forgive himself.

We will never let this happen again.

"Alright," Yan Heng said in a deep voice, raising his eyes.

"You can go, I'll go with you."