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

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Ruyan knelt on the ground in a disheveled state.

The dress, which was beautiful and exquisite just a moment ago, is now covered in sticky, colorful cream and deep purple red wine, making it unrecognizable.

Whispers gradually drifted over:

"What's wrong, Miss Ye?"

"I don't know, I just saw her suddenly wave her hand and overturn the wine tower."

"How could she be so careless... It's so embarrassing to have made such a mess of things."

"..."

Xu An'an blinked.

She did indeed deliberately provoke Ye Ruyan, causing her to overturn the dessert plate on the table.

— Ye Ruyan deliberately splashed red wine on her dress, and she also planned to get cream on Ye Ruyan's dress. Xu An'an thought this was fair.

But who knew that the waiter would suddenly push the wine tower by and be bumped into by Ye Ruyan—by the time Xu An'an wanted to warn him, it was too late.

The fitted dress was soaked with red wine and clung tightly to her body. Fortunately, Ye Ruyan was hunched over and didn't reveal anything, but as a woman herself, it's easy to imagine how embarrassed she was.

Xu An'an felt a little reluctant.

She took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of Ye Ruyan. She took off her shawl and draped it over Ye Ruyan's shoulders.

Ye Ruyan looked up, her eyes filled with resentment, and said through gritted teeth, "Xu An'an, you did this on purpose."

Xu An'an was momentarily speechless. She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, believe it or not, I didn't mean for it to turn out like this."

"Stop pretending!" Ye Ruyan shoved Xu An'an aside, grabbed her shawl, and stood up while holding onto the table.

She staggered out of the hall, leaving behind only the words, "Xu An'an, you just wait!"

There's never a shortage of interesting things happening at banquets. After Ye Ruyan left, the crowd quickly dispersed and returned to their previous social activities.

Xu An'an stood up and sighed inwardly.

Although this wasn't her original intention, Ru Yan had tried to embarrass her in front of everyone many times before, so this time, they could consider it even.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Su Xiaohan:

"An'an, I just got off the bus, guess who I just saw?"

Just as Xu An'an was about to reply, a voice came from behind her.

"An'an, so you were here."

Xu An'an turned around.

It's Lu Yiming.

When Lu Yiming saw Xu An'an, he was stunned for a moment, and then an undisguised look of amazement appeared on his face.

Xu An'an's dress is a set; after removing the shawl, she is now only wearing a simple red silk slip dress.

The dress wasn't designed to be deliberately tight against the body; rather, through exquisite tailoring and the unique draping texture of satin, it perfectly accentuated Xu An'an's shapely figure.

When she tried on the dress, the sales assistant told her that with her figure, the red dress would look better on her alone. However, Xu An'an was never used to being exposed—especially with Yan Heng sitting outside—so she insisted on wearing a shawl instead.

But in the end, this shawl was never used.

Xu An'an couldn't help but rub her bare shoulders, which looked a little cold.

Lu Yiming snapped out of his daze, took a few steps forward, and put his arm around Xu An'an's slender waist, adopting an ownerly posture, asking, "An'an, why are you wearing this?"

Xu An'an didn't like this kind of physical contact, but considering that they were in a public place, she didn't want to offend him too much, so she replied in a low voice, "What's it to you what I wear?"

Lu Yiming clearly disliked Xu An'an's attitude and asked, "What about the dress I sent over the day before yesterday?"

Xu An'an looked up in confusion, "When did you—" Then she thought about it and realized that, given Yan Heng's personality, he must have found a way to deal with it. She felt both annoyed and amused.

Seeing that Xu An'an suddenly stopped speaking, Lu Yiming pressed, "Didn't you receive it?"

Xu An'an snapped out of her daze and changed her mind, saying, "I received it, but I think I look prettier in this one."

It is indeed beautiful.

Lu Yiming frowned; the problem was that she was too beautiful.

Xu An'an's skin was radiant and dazzlingly white against the backdrop of her red dress. The dress was low-cut, revealing a patch of white skin and hinting at her cleavage. In just a short while, Lu Yiming had already caught several seemingly unintentional glances from different directions.

As a man himself, Lu Yiming naturally knew what this meant.

Xu An'an is too eye-catching.

The attention they drew had already triggered the instincts ingrained in a man's genes. If he weren't there, what would those restless gazes have done?

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes.

No man likes his possessions to be coveted by other men of his kind.

He took off his suit jacket, wrapped his long arm around it, and draped it over Xu An'an's shoulders. "It's too cold in here, don't catch a cold."

Xu An'an did not refuse.

To be honest, she wasn't used to dressing so revealingly in this kind of setting. Putting aside whether it was too conspicuous, she really disliked dealing with those constantly staring at her body. Lu Yiming was still her husband in name only, so it was perfectly reasonable for her to borrow his suit.

What's more—Xu An'an glanced sideways and her gaze met Lin Wan'er's from not far away.

Lin Wan'er was wearing a pale yellow dress tonight, looking gentle and charming. A small sapphire was pinned to her chest. Xu An'an raised an eyebrow, thinking that Lin Wan'er wasn't wearing this brooch when she got out of the car earlier.

When did she put it on?

Xu An'an lowered her head as if by accident, glanced at the suit jacket draped over her body, and instantly understood.

The cufflinks Lu Yiming was wearing today happened to be made of sapphire—and Xu An'an had bought them for him.

No wonder.

So Lin Wan'er was deliberately trying to show off her presence in front of her.

Are mistresses really this brazen these days?

Xu An'an let out a cold snort.

Regardless of other matters, since Lin Wan'er is determined to embarrass her in front of so many people, she will not let her have her way, even if it disgusts her.

She looked up and smiled slightly at Lu Yiming, her smile bright and gentle, like a rose blooming under the lamplight.

"Thank you." She softened her voice and even forced herself to move closer to Lu Yiming despite feeling nauseous.

Lu Yiming was clearly a little surprised, but he quickly took the opportunity to pull her long hair out from under her suit jacket and affectionately gathered it around her collar. His fingertips lightly brushed against the skin on the side of her neck, carrying a deliberate sense of possessiveness.

Xu An'an maintained her smile, but her gaze swept past Lu Yiming's shoulder and coldly swept towards Lin Wan'er.

Lin Wan'er's smile froze, and her fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

The sounds of the crowd came from a distance:

"I can't believe my eyes, President Yan actually came."

"Yes, doesn't he never attend these kinds of banquets?"

"Oh my god, he's so handsome!!!"

Xu An'an's smile froze on her lips.

She instinctively turned her head to look.

He met the cold gaze from the doorway.