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

The car was parked in front of a clubhouse.

The storefront isn't large, but it's very elegant.

"Good evening, Mr. Yan."

The doorman took the car keys and skillfully parked the car for him. The waiter led them to a private room on the third floor near the sea.

"The usual, add another serving of sweet and sour pork ribs, preserved vegetable rolls, and steamed pork with rice flour, and maybe some dessert to go with it."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

The food was served quickly.

Xu An'an then discovered that this restaurant was quite unique. A simple blanched bok choy was neither greasy nor bland. All the seasonings were used just right, removing the bitterness of the bok choy while retaining its sweetness.

Xu An'an herself enjoys cooking, so she knows how difficult it is to make vegetables taste like this.

The food was delicious and she was really hungry, so Xu An'an ate much more than usual at this meal.

When she leaned back in her chair, feeling dizzy and bloated, clutching her protruding belly, she realized that Yan Heng had stopped eating sometime earlier and was watching her.

Xu An'an straightened her posture, somewhat embarrassed, "Did I eat too much?"

As an actress about to start filming, it is indeed a bit excessive for her to eat so much rich food so late at night.

"No," Yan Heng shook his head gently, "Do you like the food here?"

"I like it," Xu An'an nodded honestly.

Seeing that Yan Heng's face was finally less cold, her mood brightened up. "The chef at this club is amazing. I'd say he's at least a Michelin three-star chef."

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "One of the partners of this restaurant was the head chef of 'Xin Fu Ji' in Hong Kong. Later, by chance, he came to Bincheng and opened this club."

Xu An'an blinked. Xin Fu Ji is one of the few Michelin three-star restaurants in China. She had just said it casually, but she didn't expect it to be so accurate.

She glanced at the club's logo printed on the napkin and the plate, "Hengyu..." she muttered repeatedly, "Giving a club this name is quite artistic."

"Really?" Yan Heng looked up, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. "Where's the artistic flair?"

"Heng represents longevity, a meeting after a long wait..." Xu An'an said thoughtfully, "How romantic."

Yan Heng paused, then asked, "Is that how you understand it?"

Xu An'an nodded, then smiled and said, "This is just my wild guess; maybe I'm completely wrong."

Yan Heng withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Perhaps."

After saying that, he got up and took Xu An'an's coat.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

......

While waiting for the waiter to fetch the car, Xu An'an's phone vibrated.

She tapped the screen and saw it was another message from Lu Yiming.

Ever since she removed him from the blacklist, Lu Yiming has been writing her a short essay every day without fail.

However, the writing style clearly indicates that it was penned by one of his secretaries.

That's true, Mr. Lu is very busy.

A few days ago, Xiaohan sent her a screenshot of Lin Wan'er's WeChat Moments.

It's a photo of a celebration banquet, captioned "Thank you for always being by my side."

In the photo, Lin Wan'er is smiling brightly, while the man next to her only shows half of his shoulder.

But Xu An'an recognized the dress because it was the one she had bought.

Xu An'an clicked her tongue almost imperceptibly.

She swiped up the chat box and was somewhat surprised to find that today wasn't a short essay anymore:

"An'an, I'll come visit you on set later. What would you like to eat?"

"An'an, I've arrived at your film set. When will it end?"

"I'm sorry, An'an, something came up at the company and I have to go back to Fengcheng."

"The staff said you're not staying at the film crew's hotel right now. Send me your address, and I'll send a car to pick you up tomorrow."

"An'an, reply to my message."

Xu An'an read through these messages expressionlessly, feeling utterly speechless.

There's an urgent matter at the company.

...Can't you be a little more creative?

She was tired of hearing the same excuse every time.

She truly didn't understand Lu Yiming.

She has already voluntarily stepped aside to allow them to have a harmonious and happy family of three, so why is he still bothering her?

Xu An'an's fingertips twitched, and she was about to reply when a phone call came in from the other end.

The sudden ringing of the bell made Yan Heng turn his head.

From his angle, he could just see the three bright characters "Lu Yiming" on the screen.

Xu An paused for a moment, then answered the phone, "Feed."

At this distance, Yan Heng couldn't hear what Lu Yiming was saying on the phone; he only saw Xu An'an slightly turn to answer the call.

She lowered her head, holding her phone to her ear with one hand, her eyelashes drooping down, looking... very well-behaved.

Yan Heng's face was grim, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before he finally couldn't help but speak: "The car is here."

Xu An'an looked up upon hearing this.

She nodded and said into her phone, "No need to trouble yourself, I can go by myself."

He then hung up the phone and got into the car with Yan Heng.

......

The car sped along the road.

Another silent journey followed.

When Yan Heng changed lanes to overtake for the third time, Xu An'an couldn't help but say, "Yan Heng, slow down."

Yan Heng remained silent with a stern face, but the numbers on the dial clearly decreased.

Xu An'an turned to look at his profile. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

After a long while, Yan Heng's stiff voice was heard: "No."

Of course there are!

Xu An'an turned her head and sighed softly.

Yan Heng always seems to be like this; he might be having a great time chatting one minute, and then suddenly he becomes unhappy the next.

But it must be said that Xu An'an has become somewhat immune to his hot-and-cold behavior.

He didn't speak, so Xu An'an leaned against the car window and went over the controversial scenes from the afternoon's filming in her mind again.

She was already very familiar with the script and could remember the general lines without even looking at it. She has always been serious about her work. Although many media people have described her as a genius actress born for the screen, she has never thought so.

Xu An'an knew that she had simply tried her best.

When the Bentley stopped in front of the villa, Xu An'an had just come out of character. She unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to turn around to say goodbye to Yan Heng when she found that Yan Heng had reached out and turned off the car.

Xu An'an was taken aback.

Why turn off the engine?

Is there something you want to say?

Thinking this, she slowed her hand that was about to open the door, but Yan Heng pushed open the driver's side door and strode out of the car.

He turned around and saw Xu An'an still sitting in the car in a daze, so he went around to the passenger side and opened the door.

He then leaned down, casually resting his arm on the car door frame, his gaze level with hers. "Waiting for me to open the door for you?"

"No...no." Xu An'an was taken aback by his words and quickly got up and got out of the car.

Inside the elevator, Xu An'an was still somewhat dazed.

What does Yan Heng mean by this?

What was he doing upstairs?

It's not like I have to deliver it to the door every time.

Upon reaching the third floor, Xu An'an was the first to step out of the elevator.

She took a few more steps, took a deep breath, turned around, and said:

"Yan Heng, that's enough for now, thank you—"

Before she could finish speaking, she froze on the spot.

Yan Heng walked past her and went straight to the door opposite her house, pressing a password without hesitation.

"Beep"—the door opposite opened in response.

He gripped the handrail, opened the door a crack, and then, as if remembering something, turned around to look at Xu An'an, who was still standing there in a daze.

"What's wrong?" he asked matter-of-factly.

Xu An'an opened her mouth, blinked, and finally managed to find her voice: "What... are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng simply let go and turned his body completely around.

He was facing her, his back leaning against the doorframe of his house. The motion-sensor light in the entryway shone from behind him, casting a faint outline on his silhouette.

"What do you mean, what's wrong?" he asked casually, as if he were talking about something perfectly normal.

"I'm going home."