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

Xu An'an hadn't even realized what had just happened until Jin Cheng's car completely disappeared from sight.

Why did you decide for me just now?

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow: "Are you worried about the time?"

There were many cars outside the hotel, so he led Xu An'an inside a bit. "Director Shao is going abroad to attend a film festival in early October, and the crew was supposed to have a few days off."

"It's not because of that..."

"So you don't want to go?"

"Not really..."

"That settles it then," Yan Heng said with a slight smile, pulling Xu An'an back to the hotel in a rather pleasant mood.

"I also invested in this show and invited many European filmmakers. The Cannes jury has always liked acquaintances, so if you want to win an award, there's no harm in showing your face there."

"But I know nothing about fashion shows. It's such an important show, I'm afraid I'll mess it up..." Xu An'an was still a little conflicted.

She did have a dream of becoming a model, but unfortunately she was only 168 cm tall. While she was considered tall among ordinary people, she was quite short compared to the average height of 175 cm or more in the modeling world. So she gave up on her dream the moment she stopped growing.

"No," Yan Heng turned to look at Xu An'an, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "You walk normally and it's fine—"

"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"

The props crew pushed a cart full of props past, interrupting Yan Heng's words.

"What did you just say?" Xu An'an turned to look at Yan Heng and blinked.

Yan Heng awkwardly looked away. "...It's nothing."

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and the two stepped into the elevator one after the other. Yan Heng pressed the floor button for Xu An'an.

The elevator ascended smoothly. After a while, Yan Heng suddenly spoke: "Are you... still angry?"

"Huh?" Xu An'an was still in shock at the prospect of walking the runway, and absentmindedly asked, "When did I get angry?"

Yan Heng stared at her for a while. "The proxy bidding incident has been investigated and the relevant people have been punished. From today onwards, this hotel will no longer accept outside guests; everyone entering and exiting will need work identification. Therefore,"

He paused briefly, then said, "Don't worry, something like this won't happen again."

Yan Heng was certain that Xu An'an's mood was clearly off when she chased them out of the dressing room that afternoon, and that awkwardness seemed to be directed at him.

But after thinking it over carefully, he still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong—he was fine in the car before, so why did Xu An'an suddenly become unhappy?

In the end, it can only be understood that Xu An'an blamed him for failing to manage the crew well, allowing the paparazzi to sneak in so easily.

Once he understood the situation, he immediately made a phone call to arrange it.

This hotel was also one of his properties. Although closing it down and clearing out customers would certainly result in a significant loss, he could always find a way to earn money elsewhere.

Right now, nothing is more important than Xu An'an's safety.

Yan Heng thought so, but the person next to him clearly did not think so.

Upon hearing Yan Heng's words, Xu An'an's eyes widened in disbelief:

"Yan Heng...aren't you exaggerating a bit?"

She had managed hotels for Lu Yiming and knew that the daily operating cost of a five-star hotel like this was nearly a million yuan. If there were a vacuum for several months, the losses would be astronomical.

Why did Yan Heng do this?

The proxy photographer was clearly hired by Ye Ruyan, so is he doing this to apologize on her behalf?

...It seems that he and Ye Ruyan made up again this afternoon.

Young people's feelings are really fickle... Thinking of this, Xu An'an was speechless.

It turns out Yan Heng isn't just a playboy, but also a hopelessly romantic...

However, she had been Yan Heng's "older sister" for a few days after all, so she couldn't really let Yan Heng burn real money like paper.

She looked at Yan Heng, who was completely obsessed with love, and sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, there's no need for that," Xu An'an said, feigning nonchalance.

"If you really want to make amends, why don't you rent me a place to live on my own?"

"You want to move out?"

"Yes." Xu An'an raised her eyes and stared intently at Yan Heng.

Actually, she had her own plans in mind.

Lu Yiming has already come to Bincheng, so he must also know where the film crew's hotel is.

Although he went back today, there's no guarantee he won't come back someday. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it's safer for her to find another place to stay.

"I don't need a big house, just privacy and security. As for the location—"

"it is good."

Before Xu An'an could finish speaking, Yan Heng readily agreed, "There's a house here that you'll like."

With a "ding," the elevator arrived at Xu An'an's floor.

Yan Heng raised his hand and pressed the door open button, then turned to look at Xu An'an.

His usually dark eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of joyful sparkle.

"Get some rest, I'll take you to move tomorrow."

......

The next day.

The warm sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto her face, and Xu An'an stretched comfortably on the bed.

Waking up naturally is such a bliss!

Yesterday, after returning to the hotel, she took a quick shower and collapsed onto the bed. After more than ten hours of deep sleep, she was completely rejuvenated!

The phone screen, which was lying to the side, lit up; a WeChat message had arrived.

Xu An'an picked up her phone; it was a voice message from Yan Heng, and there was more than one.

She had no plans for the day, so she put her phone on silent before going to bed last night. She opened the chat window while brushing her teeth and discovered that Yan Heng had sent her a message almost every half hour since 10 a.m.

Is there something urgent?

Xu An'an twisted open the toothpaste cap and casually turned on the latest voice message for public playback.

She had just washed her face, and some water was still on the ends of her hair. A small drop of water fell onto the screen, and somehow it automatically switched to earpiece mode.

Xu An'an pressed the button several times but couldn't hear anything. Helpless, she had no choice but to put the phone to her ear.

"Are you awake?"

A deep, mellow voice rang in her ear, and Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat.

The sound seemed to have a tangible graininess, a rustling sound, with a faint electrical hum that seeped into the ears, stirring a subtle yet distinct shiver.

Half of her cheek, down to her ear, felt a tingling, electric-like sensation.

With a "smack," Xu An'an threw down her phone and splashed cold water on her face again.

The cool water droplets slid down his chin, which slightly suppressed the inexplicable heat.

How lazy is Yan Heng? It's only three words, why send a voice message?

She ended up like this... Everyone says that people are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, but Xu An'an never believed it before.

But she's only 28 years old, yet she reacted inappropriately to this voice message, especially since it was Yan Heng's voice!

This is so sinful...

Xu An'an quickly shook her head, trying to shake those unhealthy thoughts out of her mind.

She looked at her flushed face in the mirror and sighed helplessly.

I haven't had sex in so long that my hormones are all out of whack. I need to take care of this when I have time, otherwise this overactive hormone will seriously affect my normal interpersonal relationships!

The phone vibrated again; Yan Heng had sent another voice message.

To avoid hormonal fluctuations, Xu An'an directly selected "voice to text" this time.

"Still not awake?"

What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?

She typed a reply while holding a toothbrush in her mouth: "Just woke up, what's up?"

The reply came quickly: "Still have a fever?"

"You're quite thoughtful," Xu An'an replied after rinsing her mouth, putting away her toothbrush and drying her hands.

"No more burning, fully recovered!"

"Okay, I'll take you to see the house later."

house?

Oh—right!

Xu An'an then remembered that she had asked Yan Heng to rent a separate apartment for her yesterday.

Because of her fever, she was in a daze all day yesterday, and her memory was very hazy. Now that she thought about it, Yan Heng did seem to have said that he would take her "moving" today...

Yan Heng is really efficient. He can get things done today, just yesterday. No wonder he has been able to do so well in business these past few years.

—The doorbell rang with a "ding-dong".

It's so early, it should be Dongdong, but doesn't she have a room key? Did she forget to bring it?

Xu An'an didn't think too much about it, wiped her face and went to open the door:

"You're here. Didn't I tell you to rest today?"

Xu An'an choked up suddenly, her heart skipping a beat.

Standing at the door... was actually Yan Heng!

and.....

Yan Heng is still different from usual!