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

"Yan Heng!"

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, his fist, which he had just relaxed, clenched again. "Our marriage is none of your business!"

He has always been calm and composed, and rarely actually resorted to violence even during his most rebellious teenage years. But today, in just a few minutes, he had the urge to hit someone twice.

Lu Yiming knew perfectly well that Yan Heng wouldn't have any feelings for Xu An'an.

After all, Yan Heng was known for being uninterested in women. It is said that a female celebrity once stripped naked and lay on his bed in the middle of the night, but he kicked her out with a dark face.

If a man acts like this, he must have either a psychological or physiological problem. How could he suddenly fall for Xu An'an?

So when Lu Yiming discovered that Yan Heng had gotten involved with Xu An'an, he knew that Yan Heng was doing this to get back at him.

Even so, seeing his woman being held in another man's arms still made Lu Yiming's eyes burn with lust.

Seeing Lu Yiming's forearm getting more and more tense, Xu An'an had a bad feeling.

She gently tugged at Yan Heng, trying to signal him to say less and stop stirring things up.

But Yan Heng clearly misunderstood. He opened the back door of the Bentley and whispered to Xu An'an, "It's too windy, you should go back to the car first."

Their intimate actions became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Lu Yiming, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, lunged forward and slammed his fist into the half-open car door.

With a muffled "bang," the expensive and sturdy body of the black Bentley showed a noticeable dent from the impact of a punch.

Xu An'an was startled. She had never seen Lu Yiming like this before. The fire in the man's eyes frightened her.

No!

We can't escalate things, especially at this busy intersection—two luxury cars colliding is already eye-catching enough; if they start fighting, who knows how much more commotion it will cause!

She stopped Yan Heng from stepping forward, ignoring his attempts to pull her, and walked up to Lu Yiming.

"Lu Yiming, calm down."

She paused, then spoke again: "I think Attorney He has already told you that I will not see you until you sign the divorce papers."

"So, you came to see me today because you've already signed the agreement?"

Lu Yiming froze.

The anger that had just been burning was extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

For a moment, none of the three moved, and only a suffocating silence filled the air.

"An'an..." After a long while, Lu Yiming finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Are you serious?"

"Otherwise what?"

Xu An'an found it laughable. "Do you think I would joke about something like this?"

"Why the divorce? Just because I didn't come home that night?" Lu Yiming's eyes were bloodshot. "Aren't you being a little too willful?"

capricious?

Xu An'an almost burst out laughing.

How dare someone who already has a child outside the marriage call her willful?

Just as she was about to retort, her phone rang.

—He is the production coordinator.

She glanced at the bloodshot-eyed man in front of her, turned to answer the phone, and whispered a few words: "...Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Xu An'an looked at Lu Yiming again and felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

She rubbed her temples and spoke softly:

"Lu Yiming, I have other matters to attend to. Please discuss the details of the divorce agreement with Attorney He."

Her gaze swept over Lu Yiming's hand, which was hanging by his side and dripping blood, and she frowned slightly.

"And also," she looked away, "don't come again."

"This looks...awful."

After saying that, she stopped looking at his expression, tugged at Yan Heng's sleeve, and turned to leave.

Lu Yiming seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He watched helplessly as the two figures stepped into the car, one after the other. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented pang of heart palpitation, so intense that he almost doubled over.

He had never done that before.

Even when the Lu family suffered an accident when he was 22, he had never been this panicked.

A clear, terrifying thought flashed into my mind.

He's going to lose Xu An'an.

The person who stood by him through thick and thin, the only person he trusted.

--no!

He absolutely refuses!

An'an can only be his.

I'll keep her by my side even if it means forcing her!

A vague idea flashed through Lu Yiming's mind.

"An'an!"

Lu Yiming strode forward and reached out to stop the car door from closing.

He bent down and said through gritted teeth:

"I'll say it again, come home with me." His Adam's apple bobbed. "Otherwise... you'll definitely regret it."

Regret?

Xu An'an looked at Lu Yiming, who was so close to her. Those amber eyes that she had been captivated by for so many years were now churning with an almost warning stubbornness.

Is this... a threat to her?

Regret… Ha, Xu An'an found it utterly ironic. What could make her regret five years of wasted time more?

"Mr. Lu, please let go."

Xu An'an suddenly exerted force in her palm and slammed the car door shut.

With a "bang," the two worlds were separated.

Lu Yiming's hand froze in mid-air before slowly falling down.

In the desolate landscape, the black Bentley crossed the double yellow lines, accelerated, and disappeared into the distance.

A few drops of rain fell from the sky, then the rain intensified, and in no time, the world was filled with the clamor of the downpour.

Lu Yiming remained motionless amidst the torrential rain.

He stared at the car that had long since disappeared in front of him, and slowly clenched his fists.

"An'an, you forced me to do this."

...

Inside the Bentley, all was silent.

After a long pause, Yan Heng suddenly spoke: "You want a divorce?"

"Hmm," Xu An'an responded faintly, without saying anything more.

If she hadn't been in such a hurry, she wouldn't have wanted to reveal such a private matter.

The car was quiet again.

Xu An'an looked at the torrential rain outside the window and felt something was wrong—a normal person would ask a few questions after hearing about this, or at the very least offer some comfort...

But Yan Heng didn't say a word for so long.

Xu An'an turned her head to look at him and found that he was also looking out the window. Through the reflection of the car window, she noticed that the corners of his mouth were unusually curved.

Is he... laughing?

Xu An'an playfully punched him, "Hey, is my divorce that funny?"

Yan Heng turned his head, a lingering smile in his eyes, "A man who cheats should have been divorced long ago."

"That makes sense," Xu An'an nodded in agreement, then realized something was wrong and asked, "How do you know he cheated on me?"

Yan Heng stiffened, somewhat awkwardly, and mumbled, "...I guessed. He seems like the kind of person who would cheat on his wife."

Tsk, she's pretty good at judging people... Xu An'an was slightly embarrassed, but didn't pay much attention.

Yan Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then guiltily raised his hand to wipe his face.

"Don't move!"

Xu An'an grabbed his hand, preventing it from touching the wound on her face. She frowned and gently blew on the bloodstain. "You're bleeding. Remember to disinfect it later."

A breeze carrying the scent of green citrus wafted by, and Yan Heng's throat tightened involuntarily; his eyes darkened.

"You help me."

"?" Xu An'an was stunned.

Yan Heng stared at Xu An'an, then gestured with his chin towards the storage box beside him.

"There's a first-aid kit over there. Disinfect it for me now, otherwise... I might forget."

"..."

Xu An'an choked up.

There's such a reason...

Are you sure you're not deliberately picking a fight?

However... this wound is indeed related to her...

Forget it, it's just disinfection.

Xu An'an sighed resignedly, took out the iodine solution from the box, and tore open the packaging.

"Lower your head, I can't reach you."

Yan Heng obediently leaned down and brought his face close to Xu An'an's.

The wound was on Yan Heng's left cheekbone; the blood had already congealed, leaving a dark red streak. Xu An'an carefully applied the ointment to the wound with a cotton swab.

Just as the cotton swab was about to touch the skin, the car went over a speed bump and gave a slight jolt.

Caught off guard, Xu An'an swayed forward due to inertia, her hand holding the cotton swab instinctively pushing forward—barely touching Yan Heng's chest.

In an instant, the distance suddenly dropped to zero.

Xu An'an's nose almost brushed against Yan Heng's chin, their warm breaths mingling, making the air thick and sticky.

"I'm sorry." Xu An'an suddenly snapped back to reality, pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and moved backward, trying to create some distance.

But Yan Heng was faster than her.

He suddenly raised his hand, braced himself on the seat, and lunged forward—his strong arms blocked her retreat, trapping her completely in the narrow space between the seat and his chest.

His dark, inky eyes were fixed on her, as if trying to see straight into her heart.

A chilling silence spread through the carriage.

After a long silence, the man's low, husky voice slowly broke the stillness:

"Why did you get off the bus just now?"