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

Yan Heng was surrounded by a crowd at the door, dressed in a black suit, his straight lines as sharp as a knife.

His gaze swept past the layers of people and landed directly on her.

—To be precise, it landed on the incongruous men's suit jacket draped over her shoulders.

It was obvious that it belonged to Lu Yiming.

Yan Heng slightly raised his eyes, his gaze darkening further and further, his pitch-black eyes seeming almost tangible, piercing straight into Xu An'an's heart.

Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly lowered her head, avoiding Yan Heng's gaze.

The suit she was wearing suddenly felt incredibly heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

Lu Yiming noticed Xu An'an's unusual behavior, leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist, "An'an, what's wrong?"

Xu An'an's body stiffened, then she suddenly broke free and took two steps back.

Her reaction was so strong that even Lu Yiming was somewhat stunned.

Before he could react, Xu An'an reached up and pulled her suit jacket off her shoulder, mumbling, "Nothing, I just suddenly felt a little hot."

Just then, her phone vibrated. Xu An'an glanced down at it, then answered it as if a savior had appeared. She casually draped the suit jacket back over Lu Yiming's shoulders and walked awkwardly in another direction.

"Hey, Xiaohan...you've arrived...okay, wait for me, I'll come find you..."

As she passed the door, she glanced in Yan Heng's direction, seemingly unintentionally.

That cold, sharp gaze had been withdrawn at some point, and Yan Heng lowered his head slightly, as if he were listening intently to the people around him.

His dark eyes were hidden in the deep shadows of his brows, making it impossible to discern the emotions within them.

Should I go over and explain this to him...?

Xu An'an hesitated for a moment, then told him that she had taken off her shawl because it was stained with red wine, after all, it was a piece of clothing that he had paid for...

But... wouldn't it be too attention-grabbing to talk to him about such a small thing in front of so many people?

Or maybe I should send him a WeChat message to explain.

After ending her call with Su Xiaohan, Xu An'an pulled up Yan Heng's chat window as she walked and quickly typed a line of text.

However, this WeChat message was never sent.

Xu An'an slowed down, staring intently at her phone screen. The more she read the explanation, the stranger it seemed... as if she was afraid he would misunderstand that she and Lu Yiming had something going on.

Why should we be afraid that he will misunderstand?

Knowing full well that Yan Heng likes her, is she now trying to distance herself from Lu Yiming... to encourage Yan Heng's pursuit?

Xu An'an stopped in his tracks.

Undeniably, it felt great to be with Yan Heng.

He is handsome, strong, young, and wealthy. It's impossible not to be attracted to a man like that.

They were both adults, and Xu An'an admitted that she was unconsciously attracted to him physically. The hormonal surges even helped alleviate the pain and betrayal that her marriage had brought her...

However, this is ultimately wrong.

She had just gone through a failed marriage and was no longer legally considered single. What right did she have to respond to Yan Heng's affections?

Moreover, even if she were divorced, would she really have the courage to start a serious relationship now? Lu Yiming's infidelity brought her not only heartbreak, but also completely shattered her ability to trust others!

She suddenly remembered the teeth mark on Yan Heng's collarbone... Even if someone likes her now, how long can that affection last?

If I get injured again, will I still have the courage to get back up?

Thinking of this, Xu An'an suddenly calmed down.

It's perfectly normal for adult men and women to experience some physical or psychological urges; the important thing is that someone has to stop them in time.

Xu An'an bent her finger, decisively deleted that line of text, put her phone back in her bag, and continued walking forward.

It's a misunderstanding, this is fine.

Let's end this impulsive ambiguity.

After all, Yan Heng might be able to afford to play this game.

But I don't dare to play.

......

The banquet officially began at 8:18 PM.

Everyone raised their glasses in unison to congratulate Grandpa Cheng on his 88th birthday. The birthday celebrant, still vigorous in his old age, also raised his glass and gave a speech of gratitude.

After exchanging gifts, receiving presents, returning gifts, taking photos, and enjoying laughter, the old man repeatedly instructed the younger generation in his family to make sure the guests had a great time before returning to his villa to rest.

Everyone present knew that Old Master Cheng was a highly respected figure, and his birthday banquet was the best opportunity to make connections. Moreover, the host provided a wide variety of entertainment, so everyone was busy socializing and no one was in a hurry to leave.

Su Xiaohan was dragged by her second brother to toast, while Xu An'an, too lazy to socialize, wandered around a dessert table where no one was around, when suddenly a voice called out to her.

"Sister An'an~"

Lin Wan'er walked gracefully in high heels.

Xu An'an rolled her eyes silently. She hadn't heard that voice in a long time.

Lin Wan'er seemed unable to understand her gaze. She walked to her side and said softly, "So you like durian pastries too. But... eating so many desserts so late will make you fat~"

"Thank you for your concern," Xu An'an glanced at her slightly protruding belly and said irritably, "But Miss Lin, you should really take care of yourself. I see you've gained quite a bit of weight recently."

Lin Wan'er was momentarily speechless, but quickly regained her composure. She raised her hand, gently patted her lower abdomen, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips:

"Sister An'an, why are you pretending not to know? Don't you already know I'm pregnant?"

Xu An'an raised an eyebrow, once again shocked by Lin Wan'er's shamelessness.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lin Wan'er pressed on, furrowing her brows and saying in a pretentious manner, "Sister An'an, you have no idea how hard it is to be pregnant! I can't eat anything, and I can't even sleep well—"

She wanted to continue speaking, but Xu An'an on the other side suddenly burst out laughing.

Lin Wan'er was taken aback, and asked somewhat angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

Xu An'an finally managed to stop laughing, raised her hand to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "Are you telling me all this because you can't find the father of your child?"

"Miss Lin, go find whoever got you pregnant. Luckily I don't have that function, or I'd think you were going to try and blame me..."

"Xu An'an!" Lin Wan'er's eyes reddened with anger, her lips trembling uncontrollably. "You barren hen, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of me!"

"Miss Lin, don't be angry," Xu An'an said nonchalantly, approaching her mysteriously and lowering her voice, "I've heard that if you're always angry, the child you have will be—especially—ugly!"

Seeing Lin Wan'er trembling with anger, Xu An'an shrugged, took out her phone, pretended to answer a call, and prepared to leave.

But as soon as she took a step, she heard a gasp behind her.

--"ah!"

"Wan'er, be careful!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Xu An'an subconsciously turned around.

Seeing that Lu Yiming had arrived at some unknown time, he had already firmly held Lin Wan'er in his arms.

His large, slender hand firmly protected Lin Wan'er's lower abdomen.