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

Xu An'an suddenly tried to look up.

Yan Heng sensed her intention and tightened his arms around her back, holding her more firmly in his embrace.

He looked down and said to her with a hint of helplessness, "Don't move."

The voice emanated from his chest, each syllable carrying a faint electric current, shooting out from the skin where Xu An'an and he wanted to touch, traveling along his nerves and bringing a tingling sensation.

Xu An'an dared not move again and obediently stood still.

Hearing Yan Heng say in a way that left no room for argument:

"Song Zhe, you stay here and help handle this. I don't want any of the videos to be leaked."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

Following Yan Heng's force, Xu An'an felt herself get into another car.

The back seat of this car is quite spacious; even with two people in this configuration, it doesn't feel cramped.

--wrong,

and many more,

The car has already started moving, why are you still holding on?

Xu An'an raised her hand and patted Yan Heng's forearm. "Yan Heng, that's enough."

As if waking up suddenly, Yan Heng instantly loosened his grip on Xu An'an's arm.

He cleared his throat, moved a little further away, and put a body's distance between himself and Xu An'an.

The spacious back seat of the Bentley was occupied by two people, each occupying one end, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Xu An'an was racking her brains trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence.

"that--"

Where should I take you?

The two spoke at the same time, and Xu An'an was taken aback. She quickly replied:

"Oh, no need to trouble yourself. Just drop me off up ahead, I'll just take a taxi—"

"And then it'll be trending on social media tomorrow?" Yan Heng interrupted her coldly. "I don't want the female lead to be online before the movie has even been filmed."

Xu An'an choked up and silently rolled her eyes.

He thought to himself, "What kind of attitude is that? You begged me to act in this movie!"

So many years have passed, how come this kid still has such a bad temper?

But since he had helped her out of trouble this time, she pouted and said, "Please take me to Ruijing Mansion, thank you."

Ruijing Mansion is Su Xiaohan's house, and she strongly requested to take care of Xu An'an during her postpartum period.

Xu An'an didn't want to go back to the villa filled with Lu Yiming's presence, so she readily agreed.

Upon hearing the answer, Yan Heng raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, pulled open the soundproof panel, and said to the driver:

"Let's go to Ruijing Mansion first."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

Silence fell over the car again.

But this time, Xu An'an was too lazy to find any topics to talk about, and turned her head to look out the window.

It wasn't a long distance, but it took us ages to get there.

The car windows provide excellent sun protection.

In the reflected mirror, one could vaguely see that Yan Heng had his eyes closed, and it was unclear whether he was asleep.

You're still young; your sleep quality is really good.

Xu An'an secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. After so many years, Yan Heng's facial features didn't seem to have changed much.

Having shed his youthful naiveté, his already angular features became even more sharp and profound.

She suddenly remembered what the nurse in the ward had said: Yan Heng was indeed more handsome now that he was an adult, but he also seemed to be more...

Xu An'an's gaze fell on his sharp eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, the wrinkle between his brows was not completely smoothed out, as if there was an unresolved knot even in his sleep.

She's only 25 years old, why is she making herself so gloomy?

Could it be that he hasn't been doing well these past few years?

Thinking of this, Xu An'an immediately shook her head with a self-deprecating smile.

Forget it, she's already in this state herself, why is she worrying about other people?

Besides, who would dare to make things difficult for the eldest young master of the prestigious Yan family?

Do you really think he's Xie Chen, the younger brother from the movie?

Xu An'an, Xu An'an, you only played the role of an older sister once, don't get so carried away!

She looked away and gazed out the window again.

Suddenly, a piercing telephone ring broke the silence inside the car.

Xu An'an was startled and frantically tried to pull out her phone.

But unexpectedly, his hand slipped and the phone fell to the ground.

What a coincidence,

It landed right at Yan Heng's feet.

The bell was still ringing, oblivious to the danger.

Yan Heng opened his eyes, his brows furrowed with displeasure.

Xu An'an was a little embarrassed: "Um... excuse me... could you help me pick this up?"

Yan Heng is too oppressive right now, and she doesn't really want to get close to him.

Yan Heng condescended to bend down, but his pupils contracted slightly the moment he saw the screen.

Xu An'an didn't know what had happened, but she felt that the air pressure around Yan Heng had dropped even lower, making it hard for her to breathe.

Yan Heng picked up the phone and handed it to Xu An'an with a cold face, "Sorry, I didn't notice and the call was disconnected."

Although it was supposed to be an apology, there was absolutely no remorse in his tone.

The car arrived at Ruijing Mansion just in time, and Xu An'an said repeatedly, "It's alright, it's alright."

She grabbed her phone, turned around, pushed open the car door, jumped out, stood at attention outside the car, and respectfully said:

"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for driving me home. You must be tired. I have something to attend to, so I'll go upstairs now. You can go ahead and get back to your work."

After saying that, he ran into the gate without looking back.

"..."

Is she in such a hurry?

Only after Xu An'an's figure completely disappeared from his sight did Yan Heng relax his tense shoulders slightly.

The driver hesitated, "Mr. Yan, shall we go? We're going to be late for the meeting..."

Yan Heng snapped out of his daze. "Let's go."

The Bentley started up again, and Yan Heng rubbed his palms.

That was the spot Xu An'an accidentally touched when she picked up her phone; the soft, delicate touch seemed to still be there.

Recalling the word "husband" flashing on the screen just now, Yan Heng narrowed his eyes, his jawline tightening.

They really are a loving couple.

The oppressive atmosphere inside the car made the driver afraid to even breathe.

After a while, Yan Heng took out his phone and made a call:

"Song Zhe, investigate Ruijing Mansion for me."

......

Xu An'an ran into the elevator and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, the atmosphere felt strange when I met Yan Heng again this time.

It made her want to escape involuntarily.

Ruijing Mansion features single-level apartments with one unit per floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Su Xiaohan came to greet her.

"Why are you only just getting back! I thought you'd run off with Yan Heng!" Su Xiaohan handed Xu An'an the prepared loungewear. "By the way, why did he suddenly come to Fengcheng?"

Although the Yan family's businesses are spread all over the world, their headquarters are in Bincheng, which is located in the north and south of Fengcheng.

"I... forgot to ask," Xu An'an replied while changing her clothes, "It's probably some kind of job."

"That's quite a coincidence. Thanks to him today... By the way," Su Xiaohan pointed to Xu An'an's phone, "I just explained the situation to Attorney He and gave you his business card."

"Attorney He specializes in divorce litigation and is highly professional."

"Thanks," Xu An'an said, picking up her phone and adding He Lu on WeChat.

Su Xiaohan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak:

"An'an... are you really sure?"

Over the years, she has known how much Xu An'an loves Lu Yiming.

At that time, Lu Yiming's foundation was still weak, and he urgently needed the help of trustworthy people.

At the height of her fame, Xu An'an resolutely withdrew from the entertainment industry to pursue an EMBA, a field she knew nothing about.

She turned the ten companies Lu Yiming gave her into profitable businesses within two years.

Later, Lu Yiming wanted to have a child, but Xu An'an often worked day and night during her early filming years, especially when she was helping Lu Yiming solve his cash flow problems. She worked so hard that she was severely frostbitten.

As a result, she developed a chronic illness and found it difficult to conceive naturally.

Xu An'an tried every possible method to get pregnant.

Countless tests were conducted.

I've lost count of how many ovulation-inducing injections I've received, causing excruciating pain.

But the child they finally had...

Thinking of this, Su Xiaohan felt a lump in her throat.

Xu An'an is widely recognized as someone born for the screen, yet she wasted the best years of her acting career on social engagements and trivial matters that she disliked the most.

For the past five years, everything she did was about Lu Yiming, but in the end, what did she get?

The setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a long shadow of Xu An'an that made her appear particularly lonely.

Xu An'an slowly raised her head, her eyes unusually firm. "Don't worry, I've really thought it through. And..."

She took Su Xiaohan's hand and winked playfully.

"The world is so big, I should go out and see it."