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

Yan Heng choked on the water and coughed violently.

Xu An'an burst out laughing, walked over and patted his back a few times, then took the bowl away and put it in the kitchen.

After catching his breath, Yan Heng went to the kitchen, took the two bowls from him, and said, "I'll wash them."

"Oh, okay." Xu An'an readily accepted.

Yan Heng used to wash the dishes.

There was no need to use a dishwasher for the two bowls, so Yan Heng turned on the tap and skillfully washed the bowls with a dishcloth.

Xu An'an leaned to one side, feeling that the scene was both familiar and incongruous. She hadn't known Yan Heng's background before, and she wondered how there could be someone in the world who couldn't even wash dishes.

This is the first time I've seen Yan Heng wash dishes as the eldest son of the Yan family...tsk, he washed them quite clean.

Xu An'an put the cleaned dishes back in the cupboard, waved casually at Yan Heng, and said, "Alright, I'm going upstairs. You should go to sleep early too."

"Xu An'an".

Yan Heng suddenly called out to her, and Xu An'an turned her head, tilting it slightly: "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that to you before," Yan Heng said in a low voice.

Xu An'an was stunned for a moment.

Only then did I realize that he was referring to what happened between the two of them in the car earlier.

The restaurant lights were off, only the kitchen lights were still on. Yan Heng stood at the kitchen doorway, the light and darkness forming a sharp dividing line on his high nose.

His dark eyes were hidden in the shadows, carrying a strange sense of loneliness.

For some reason, Xu An'an didn't want to see Yan Heng's eyes like that.

He can be proud, ruthless, or even indifferent and disdainful, but not like this... This version of Yan Heng looks too pitiful—it's like... he's still Xie Chen from the movie.

"It's not your fault," Xu An'an's heart trembled, a feeling she couldn't quite explain. "I know you didn't mean any harm. At that time... it wasn't entirely because of what you said."

Yan Heng looked at her silently.

Xu An'an pulled out a chair, sat down again, and spoke again after a long while:

"Yan Heng, are you all like this?"

"We...?" Yan Heng frowned, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes, you guys,” Xu An’an looked up, “I’ve realized I really don’t understand the values ​​of your social class. Do you also think that it’s no big deal for men like you to have one or two illegitimate children outside of marriage?”

"Did Lu Yiming say that?" Yan Heng frowned, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes when he heard the words "illegitimate child".

"Mmm," Xu An'an smiled slightly.

"He thinks I'm too willful, and as his legal wife, I should be tolerant. He even said it's irresponsible of me to file for divorce over such a small matter. Ha, isn't that ridiculous? He's already had a child with someone else, and he still dares to accuse me of being irresponsible..."

"So that's why you...cried?" Yan Heng looked at Xu An'an with a deep gaze.

"No, I suddenly regret it."

"Regret what?" Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers gripping the back of the chair tightened involuntarily. "You don't want... a divorce?"

"Of course not!" Xu An'an glanced at him. "I regret marrying him in the first place!"

Yan Heng slowly exhaled.

He loosened his grip and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"If I had known we were so incompatible, I wouldn't have been with him in the first place," Xu An'an said as she poured water.

"Having been with him for so long, I only found out what kind of person he is today... no, yesterday. My judgment of people is really terrible..."

Yan Heng chuckled softly upon hearing this, and took the cup Xu An'an handed him. "Indeed."

"What did you say?"

"I have to say, your judgment of people is really poor. And—" Yan Heng ran his fingertips along the glass, "you're also very slow to understand."

"Hey!" Xu An'an protested, "Shouldn't you be comforting me right now? Why are you swearing?"

Yan Heng seemed oblivious to Xu An'an's displeasure, took a sip of water with a slight smile, and said meaningfully, "But you're just so slow-witted."

"You!" Xu An'an was a little angry. "If you think I'm slow, then don't drink the water I poured!"

As she spoke, she made a move to snatch the water from Yan Heng's hand.

Yan Heng raised his glass, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Not only slow-witted, but also stingy."

The two sat facing each other across the table, and the advantage of 188.6 cm was immediately apparent.

Yan Heng leaned back in his chair with a leisurely air, raising his cup so high that Xu An'an couldn't even touch it with her fingertips.

Seeing the playful smile in Yan Heng's eyes, Xu An'an narrowed her eyes, then suddenly propped herself up on her right knee and climbed directly onto the table.

The tabletop was made of marble, which became very smooth when wet. As soon as Xu An'an pressed her knee down on it, she felt an uneasy slip.

The sudden loss of balance made her gasp and lean forward uncontrollably—

"Be careful!"

Yan Heng subconsciously reached out to steady her, and in the confusion, Xu An'an's frantically waving hand bumped into the cup in Yan Heng's hand.

With a "whoosh".

The water poured down, landing squarely on Yan Heng's chest.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Xu An'an knelt on the cold table, one hand unconsciously gripping the man's taut forearm.

Her gaze slowly descended, taking in the water stains that soaked through the fabric of Yan Heng's chest, outlining a clear and firm silhouette, which continued to spread rapidly downwards, revealing the taut lines of his abdominal muscles.

That figure is really... Stop!

Xu An'an suddenly snapped out of her daze, quickly jumped off the table with a flushed face, grabbed a few tissues and handed them to Yan Heng, "I'm sorry...would you like to go change your clothes?"

Yan Heng took the tissue and wiped himself a few times. The sticky feeling was indeed uncomfortable. He lifted up his clothes and shook them. "I'm only wearing this one."

Xu An'an then remembered that Yan Heng had been forced to stay by her.

She forced herself to avoid seeing Yan Heng's partially exposed abs, "Or... how about I find one of my clothes for you to wear?"

"Your clothes?" Yan Heng raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure I can fit into them?"

"It should be fine," Xu An'an said, turning and running upstairs as if fleeing. "I have a super oversized T-shirt!"

Xu An'an acted quickly and found the clothes in no time.

I ran downstairs with the clothes in my hand, but as I neared the finish line, I stopped in my tracks.

Her eyes slowly widened—

Yan Heng leaned back in his dining chair, his soaked shirt tossed aside, his upper body completely exposed.

Warm yellow light slanted in from the direction of the kitchen, flowing over his broad shoulders and casting deep shadows on the contours of his taut chest muscles, then down along his well-defined abs...

stop!

Xu An'an hurriedly lowered her eyes.

Do not look at what is improper!

Yan Heng, really, why are you taking off your clothes?

I'm not afraid of catching a cold!

Calming herself, Xu An'an casually approached Yan Heng and handed him the coat, asking, "Aren't you cold?"

Yan Heng reached out and took the clothes. "It's uncomfortable to be wet."

"...Try them on quickly."

This T-shirt is indeed quite large; Yan Heng could barely squeeze into it.

But that's only enough to get it inside.

The shoulder line was taut, the fabric stretched taut by the bulging pectoral muscles, perfectly outlining the shape of each muscle.

Yan Heng looked down at himself and tried to move his shoulders, but the fragile fabric immediately protested sharply. He frowned slightly and said bluntly, "It's a bit tight."

Xu An'an certainly noticed.

Not only is it tight, but the effect... seems to be even more suggestive than not wearing anything at all.

This outfit wasn't designed this way, so how did it turn out like this on Yan Heng?

Her face flushed uncontrollably. She glanced quickly at the rather "disastrous" effect of her outfit, then immediately looked away. "Never mind... it's getting late, you should go to sleep."

As she spoke, she shook out the clothes that had been soaked through and walked to the balcony. "These clothes will dry overnight. It won't stop you from wearing them tomorrow."

Actually, you don't necessarily have to go to the balcony to hang clothes out to dry; you can just drape them over the back of a chair. But Xu An'an couldn't explain why; she just wanted to create some distance between herself and Yan Heng at this moment.

It seems like it's always the same.

After this reunion, whenever Xu An'an realized that Yan Heng was a grown man—and a charming one at that—she instinctively wanted to run away.

The reaction was so strong that Xu An'an dared not think about it further.

After hanging up the clothes, Xu An'an turned around.

Yan Heng remained standing there.

At this distance, Xu An'an couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt that his tall figure looked somewhat lonely in the backlight.

"The clothes are hanging here. Remember to wear them tomorrow morning... this morning... after you wake up."

After saying that, she went straight up the stairs.

Yan Heng's voice suddenly rang out from behind:

"Xu An'an, wait a moment."