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

The black Bentley drove smoothly through the city.

"Okay, that's all for now." Yan Heng exited the video call, ending the second remote meeting.

Just as he was about to start the third one, Xu An'an, who was helping out, sighed:

"Yan Heng, go ahead and do your work. It's just a makeup session; I can handle it myself."

Yan Heng browsed through the documents on his computer without looking up: "I told you, I'll go with you."

Xu An'an was speechless. She didn't understand what was wrong with Yan Heng. Had she hurt him with what she just said?

Actually, she only said those words because she was provoked by anger, and she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

She didn't blame Yan Heng for what happened yesterday, nor did she have any reason to blame him.

The film crew is a place where people are treated differently depending on who they are. Yan Heng is the investor, and she is the actress. Why should Yan Heng bear the burden of her predicament?

Moreover, she is not entirely innocent.

She was about to say something when the car suddenly jolted—

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the immense inertia slammed her forward.

Everything froze in an instant.

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

Upon hearing Yan Heng's voice, Xu An'an realized that he had already stood protectively in front of her without her noticing.

She had just bumped into his chest, which deflected most of the impact.

"No...no," Xu An'an gasped, still shaken. "Are you...are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

After confirming that Xu An'an was not injured, Yan Heng released his grip and frowned as he looked at the front of the car.

Xu An'an followed his gaze and saw a pure black Maybach parked directly in front of them through the windshield.

Is this a deliberate attempt to force them to stop?

Before Xu An'an could react, the Maybach door opened and a familiar figure stepped out.

Xu An'an's expression froze.

Lu Yiming?

Why is he here?

Yan Heng recognized the person who had arrived, his brows furrowing even more deeply. He spoke in a low voice, "Do you want to see him?"

Xu An'an shook her head stiffly.

Yan Heng gave a soft "hmm," and seemed to subtly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then stay in the car, you don't need to get out."

Before Xu An'an could respond, Yan Heng got up and got out of the car, closing the door behind him.

Upon seeing that the person getting out of the car was Yan Heng, Lu Yiming frowned almost imperceptibly, then quickly offered a polite apology.

"Oh, it's Mr. Yan's car. I'm so sorry, the driver was careless. I will reimburse all the repair costs."

"There's no need for compensation," Yan Heng said calmly. "Since it was an accident, Mr. Lu, please move the car. I have urgent business to attend to."

"Please wait," Lu Yiming called out to Yan Heng, maintaining a polite expression. "My wife's phone has been having some problems these past few days, and I need to talk to her about something. She should be in your car..."

As he spoke, Lu Yiming walked to the back seat of the Bentley and reached out to open the car door.

With a muffled thud, a large hand slammed the car door shut, which had just been slightly ajar.

"Mr. Lu," Yan Heng said, leaning against the door with one hand and giving him a rather arrogant look, "you came all this way to my territory, crashed my car, and now you want to open my car door? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Upon noticing Yan Heng's attitude, Lu Yiming's smile faded.

"Mr. Yan, you flatter me. I really have something urgent to discuss with my wife. I would be grateful if you could do me this favor."

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly, "If you want to see her, you should at least ask her if she wants to see you."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't mean anything by it," Yan Heng said casually, straightening his cuffs. "An'an wasn't feeling well and finally fell asleep. I'll tell her when she wakes up that Mr. Lu, please leave."

"An'an is sick?" Lu Yiming's expression hardened. "Yan Heng, I don't have time to fool around with you. An'an is my wife. I don't need your permission to see her!"

"But she's my actress now!"

"You!" Lu Yiming grabbed Yan Heng's collar, his already agitated mood completely enraged, and he lost all his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

Over the years, Yan Heng has always tried to take everything from me.

The Yan family is powerful, and Lu Yiming doesn't want to fight them to the death unless absolutely necessary. But Yan Heng has gone too far this time. He shouldn't have made Xu An'an the target of this game!

He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth: "Yan Heng, I'll say it again, get out of the way!"

Yan Heng sneered, grabbed Lu Yiming's wrist with one hand, twisted it sharply, and slammed him against the car.

"Lu Yiming, I'm warning you too, get out of my territory!"

The next second, Lu Yiming threw a punch, his fierce anger aimed at Yan Heng's face. Yan Heng dodged to the side, the force of the punch barely grazing his cheekbone, and the wedding ring on his ring finger left a short but deep bloodstain on Yan Heng's handsome face.

Yan Heng immediately turned around and retaliated with a hook punch, which landed hard on Lu Yiming's abdomen.

Lu Yiming grunted, just about to get up and retaliate—

"Stop it, all of you!"

An angry female voice rang out.

The two paused, looking in the direction of the sound.

Xu An'an slammed the car door shut, frowned, and walked up to the two of them.

The Bentley's soundproofing was so good that she had no idea what the two of them were saying outside. But seeing that the two of them were getting more and more out of control, they actually started fighting!

She didn't want to face Lu Yiming, but given the circumstances, she couldn't just stand by and watch the two of them fight in broad daylight.

Seeing Xu An'an get out of the car, Yan Heng frowned. "What are you doing out here? It's windy here, go back inside."

Just as she was about to speak, she glanced up and saw Yan Heng's face—a bright red mark was clearly visible on his left cheekbone, with bright red blood slowly seeping out.

Xu An'an's breath hitched.

Perhaps because she genuinely considered Yan Heng as her younger brother, Xu An'an felt very uncomfortable seeing him bleed.

What's wrong with Lu Yiming?!

Hitting someone is one thing, but how could you hit them in the face?

What if such a beautiful face gets scarred?

She frowned, grabbed Yan Heng's wrist, and pulled him behind her, then turned to glare at the other man present:

"Lu Yiming, how old are you? Fighting in the street, aren't you ashamed?"

Upon hearing this, both men were taken aback.

Yan Heng lowered his head in a daze, looking at his wrist being held by Xu An'an, and subtly curled the corner of his mouth.

His taut, firm muscles instantly relaxed, letting her lead him loosely. His nearly 1.9-meter-tall frame looked as docile as a large dog next to the slender Xu An'an.

After a moment of surprise, Lu Yiming slowly withdrew his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, and secretly rubbed his stomach.

Yan Heng's punch was very heavy. It was only because he tensed his abdominal muscles that he was not injured in the lungs.

Yan Heng... he's a real mad dog!

It would be quite ungentlemanly to lower yourself to the level of someone like that.

Lu Yiming straightened his shirt, his expression returning to its usual composed state: "...I lost my composure, I'm sorry."

His gaze, however, fell on their clasped hands. Lu Yiming's expression darkened. He stepped forward, grasped Xu An'an's other wrist, and said in a deep voice:

"An'an, get in the car first. Let's talk."

The familiar touch on her wrist made Xu An'an's heart sink.

She knew Lu Yiming so well that she could clearly remember the lines on his palm.

But it was this very hand, which she had held tightly for five years, that delivered the most fatal blow to her.

Now, the same temperature pressed against her only evoked a chilling sense of unfamiliarity, so unfamiliar that... she didn't even know if the man in front of her had ever told her a single truth.

However, whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter anymore.

Shaking off Lu Yiming's hand, Xu An'an calmly said, "But I don't want to talk to you."

She gave him a chance, but he broke his promise.

This is the last time.

After that night, she wouldn't listen to a single word.

"An'an!" Lu Yiming frowned. "Don't be stubborn, come back with me."

Lu Yiming reached out again, but this time, he grabbed nothing.

Yan Heng, who was standing to the side, suddenly turned to the side, grabbed Xu An'an with his other hand, and pulled her into his arms first.

He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Lu Yiming, his gaze like that of a beast whose territory had been invaded, the blood seeping from the wounds on his face making him appear even more ruthless.

"Mr. Lu," he said, a forced smile playing on his lips, his voice low and cold, "are you getting old? Is your hearing failing?"

Noticing the stiffness in the person's arms, he tightened his grip even more:

"She just said—"

I don't want to talk to you.