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

Yan Heng slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

He gripped the steering wheel and muttered a curse under his breath.

Although he was driving very slowly, he was preparing to accelerate. If he hadn't reacted in time, he could have easily crashed into Lu Yiming.

Is this person courting death?

Yan Heng narrowed his eyes, shifted gears, turned off the engine, turned around and got out of the car. He leaned against the side of the car and said coldly, "President Lu, what do you mean by this?"

"Sorry," Lu Yiming quickly composed himself, regaining his calm demeanor as if he hadn't been the one who had just acted so recklessly.

"I just suddenly remembered something I forgot to tell An'an."

"If you've forgotten, we can talk about it later," Yan Heng said expressionlessly. "Please excuse us, Mr. Lu, we have urgent business to attend to."

Lu Yiming ignored Yan Heng, smiled, and turned to Xu An'an: "An'an, this is really important, do you want to hear it?"

The car door wasn't closed, and Lu Yiming's words reached Xu An'an's ears without being interrupted.

Through the transparent windshield, Lu Yiming looked at her with a smile in his eyes—but Xu An'an knew that there was a confident threat hidden in that smile.

Seeing Lu Yiming still standing in front of the car, Yan Heng scoffed and turned his head, saying indifferently, "I advise President Lu not to waste his energy; she won't—"

Before he finished speaking, a soft "click" sounded beside him.

Yan Heng's words came to an abrupt halt.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned his head sharply, only to see that Xu An'an had already pushed open the car door.

Xu An'an stepped out of the car, walked up to Lu Yiming, and looked at him calmly: "Speak, what is it?"

Yan Heng stared at her in disbelief, his knuckles turning white in an instant.

Lu Yiming smiled with satisfaction. He leaned down slightly, considerately tucking a stray strand of Xu An'an's hair behind her ear, and said gently:

"Next Wednesday is Grandpa Cheng's 80th birthday."

"Don't forget to come with me."

......

The Bentley sped across the bridge in the dark, the dazzling neon lights rushing past the windows on both sides, leaving only colorful afterimages.

Yan Heng gripped the steering wheel, his face tense, and remained silent.

Xu An'an also showed no intention of speaking.

The only sound inside the car was the dull roar of the engine running at high speed.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Heng slowed the car down and asked stiffly, "Why did you agree to him?"

Xu An'an looked out the window, and after a while replied calmly, "Grandpa Cheng has helped me a lot before. I should go to his birthday celebration."

Another silence followed.

Finally, after driving off the bridge, Yan Heng turned right and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Xu An'an, when are you planning to talk to me about Yi'an Technology?"

Xu An'an was taken aback and turned to look at him: "How did you know?"

Yan Heng kept a straight face and didn't say anything.

Xu An'an immediately understood; Young Master Yan was incredibly resourceful, and he would naturally know what he wanted to know.

She shook her head: "That's my business, there's no need for you to know."

Yan Heng was taken aback upon hearing this. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay," he asked through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.

"So tell me, how do you plan to resolve this?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Xu An'an turned her head and looked out the window again. She was annoyed and didn't want to continue the conversation, so she said, "Let's go. Didn't you say Director Shao needed to see me urgently?"

Yan Heng didn't give her a chance to change the subject, "So now you have to do whatever Lu Yiming says, right?"

Xu An'an opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

That's definitely the situation right now.

She suddenly felt a little angry. Why did Yan Heng have to say it so bluntly? Was he deliberately trying to embarrass her?

Yan Heng continued, "Xu An'an, to what extent are you prepared to compromise?"

His voice grew even colder and harder, "This time you went to the banquet with him, but what about next time?"

"Are you still going to have dinner, go shopping, and watch movies with him?"

"I--"

Xu An'an instinctively wanted to deny it, but her eyes reddened as soon as she opened her mouth.

—On what grounds does Yan Heng say that about her?!

A lump of tears welled up in her throat, and she quickly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Yan Heng, however, took this as Xu An'an's tacit agreement. "Or are you saying you've already decided to forgive him?"

As if stung by this thought, Yan Heng could no longer tolerate Xu An'an's indifference. He suddenly leaned down, grabbed Xu An'an's shoulders, and forcibly turned her around:

"Xu An'an, is this all you've got?"

--Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Yan Heng's face turned to one side, and a palm print quickly swelled up on his cheek.

"What's it to you?"

Xu An'an's still numb hands trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes:

"My company! My marriage! These are my own business! What right do you have to say such things to me!"

The car fell silent instantly.

The irritable Yan Heng from a moment ago seemed to freeze instantly, staring blankly at Xu An'an.

Xu An'an's chest heaved violently, and her vision blurred.

She didn't want to cry, but once the anger and grievances that had been building up for so long found an outlet, they were hard to suppress. She was like a broken faucet, only able to let her tears flow freely.

As if startled by Xu An'an's tears, Yan Heng suddenly came to his senses:

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I misspoke..."

He had never comforted anyone before, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only keep apologizing foolishly.

It would have been better if she hadn't apologized; the moment she did, Xu An'an cried even harder.

Just moments ago she was sobbing softly, but now she's bursting into loud wails, like a child who's been bullied.

The way he was acting made it seem like he was about to howl his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs out of his throat.

Yan Heng was truly panicked now.

Looking at Xu An'an's tear-streaked face, his heart ached with a mixture of pain and joy. Instinctively, he pulled her into his arms like he was comforting a child. "An... An'an, be good... don't cry..."

"It's my fault...it's all my fault..."

He frantically grabbed Xu An'an's wrist and made her hit herself, pleading, "Hit me...hit me, okay?"

He kept comforting her, his chest soaked with tears, feeling icy cold.

Xu An'an is right. What right does he have to care about these things now?

For a fleeting moment, he almost blurted it out without thinking—telling Xu An'an that he loved her, so she should stop seeing Lu Yiming and leave everything else to him!

But he still held back.

Xu An'an had only been in Bincheng for three days.

For the past three days, he could clearly sense that Xu An'an was avoiding him every time he tried to get closer...

He took one step closer, and she took three steps back.

If I had confessed my feelings to her just now, would she have run away?

Then... he disappeared from his world for six years?

Forget it.

The cost is too high.

He dared not gamble.

Being able to hold Xu An'an like this was something he hadn't dared to dream of in the past six years.

The rest, we'll take it slow...

Feeling the person in his arms gradually regain their breathing, Yan Heng looked down and realized that Xu An'an had fallen asleep at some point.

Can you fall asleep while crying?

Yan Heng chuckled to himself.

He gently placed Xu An'an back in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat to its maximum angle, thought for a moment, then turned off the air conditioning and took off his coat to cover Xu An'an.

After doing all this, he restarted the car and drove steadily into the night.