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

Lin Wan'er clutched her lower abdomen with one hand and gripped Lu Yiming's arm tightly with the other, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance: "Brother Yiming... thank goodness you were here, Sister An'an just now..."

As if she couldn't continue speaking, Lin Wan'er suddenly buried herself in Lu Yiming's arms and cried incessantly.

"Alright, Wan'er, it's alright now." After comforting the person in his arms, Lu Yiming looked up at Xu An'an standing opposite him.

His face was grim, seemingly still shaken by what had just happened. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to speak, "An'an, I understand how you feel. But the child is innocent, you can't—"

"What can't I do?"

Xu An'an gave a light snort and asked calmly, "Did you see me push her?"

Lu Yiming frowned. From his angle just now, he couldn't see exactly what happened, but Lin Wan'er always cherished this child, so it was impossible for her to fall down for no reason.

"Yiming, please don't blame An'an..."

Suddenly, Lin Wan'er raised her head slightly, clinging limply to Lu Yiming, and choked out pitifully, "It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with Sister An'an... I'm the one who wronged her... Whatever Sister An'an does, it's what I deserve!"

After saying that, she seemed to be out of breath and cried into Lu Yiming's arms again.

Xu An watched Lin Wan'er's performance quietly, silently giving her a score in her mind.

His crying scenes were good, but his expressions and lines were rather artificial—but this level of performance was sufficient for Lu Yiming.

Sure enough, Lu Yiming's expression turned even uglier.

Lu Yiming's parents died early, and this child is his only blood relative in the world. He will never allow anyone to pose any danger to him.

He blurted out somewhat impulsively, "An'an, if you have any grievances, you can take them out on me. Don't you dare lay a finger on Wan'er!"

Upon hearing this, Xu An'an almost burst out laughing.

Looking at the two people embracing in front of her, she suddenly felt they were a perfect match. Thankfully, no one else was around, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to explain this absurd scene.

"Lu Yiming," Xu An'an said with a sneer, "you went to great lengths to force me here just to show me how...loving you two are, is that it?"

Lu Yiming was taken aback by what he had just said, and then realized what he had done. He immediately released the person in his arms and took a few steps forward urgently: "An'an, don't misunderstand, I just—"

Xu An'an used one hand to block Lu Yiming from getting close, and tapped her phone screen a few times with her other hand. Soon after, Lu Yiming noticed that his phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Take a look." Xu An'an withdrew her hand and gestured with her chin toward his phone.

Lu Yiming took out his phone, puzzled, and saw that Xu An'an had sent him a video.

He pressed play. The video's angle was a bit strange, but it was still clear that Lin Wan'er fell down on her own without anyone touching her.

"Lu Yiming, please keep your people in check. If you're pregnant, stay home quietly and don't go out in high heels trying to scam people around the world."

"Furthermore," Xu An'an glanced at Lin Wan'er disdainfully and said coldly, "unlike some people, I have absolutely no interest in destroying other people's 'families'!"

After saying that, she turned and walked straight out the door.

Completely ignoring the noise behind them.

Xu An'an walked faster and faster, until she almost ran into the bathroom.

Only after locking herself in her cubicle did Xu An'an relax her tense back.

My lips were numb from biting them so hard, but thankfully I managed to suppress the urge to cry.

Xu An'an took a deep breath and gave a self-deprecating smile.

She thought she could be as strong as she appeared, but the physical pain in her heart couldn't lie.

After all, he was the man she had truly loved for five years. Even though she already knew he had slept with Lin Wan'er and had long accepted the separation, the discomfort and bitterness she felt when she saw him and Lin Wan'er embracing intimately still surfaced unavoidably.

However, Xu An'an was still happy for herself, at least she had held back and hadn't let anyone see her make a fool of herself.

In fact, from the moment Lin Wan'er, with her pregnant belly, called out to her, Xu An'an knew that this was the kind of scene that was about to unfold.

So she was prepared. She pretended to make a phone call, but actually started recording, with the camera constantly pointing at Lin Wan'er behind her.

Lu Yiming's arrival was unexpected for her, but perhaps Lin Wan'er had seen him in advance, which led to her subsequent performance.

Xu An'an was suddenly very glad that no one had witnessed such a dramatic scene, because now all she cared about was her reputation.

After calming herself down, Xu An'an realized it was almost 11 o'clock. She sent Su Xiaohan a message saying she wanted to leave.

Just as Xu An'an pressed the send button, she heard someone talking at the sink:

"I heard the billiards hall is really exciting now, let's go check it out!"

"Billiards room? I'm not going. What's so interesting about playing billiards..."

"Who said we were going to watch billiards? We're going to see a play!"

"Watching a play?"

"Yes, President Lu and President Yan are having a match in the billiards room!"

Inside the cubicle, Xu An'an's eyes widened in surprise.

......

Inside the billiards room.

The air was so still you could hear a pin drop.

On the green velvet table, the battle was nearing its end. Apart from the white cue ball, only three colored balls remained: a blue 5-point ball, a pink 6-point ball, and a black 7-point ball.

According to the rules of snooker, the balls must be struck in the correct order: blue, then pink, and finally black. Any error in the order, or allowing the cue ball to touch a non-object ball first, is a foul, resulting in a penalty point and handing over a golden opportunity to the opponent.

Therefore, in the competition between masters, in addition to scoring goals, it is also about using exquisite control to create a "snooker" obstacle that the opponent cannot hit the target ball.

When Xu An'an quietly pushed the door open and entered, the two had already been locked in a fierce battle for several rounds. The score remained close, with the outcome entirely dependent on the three balls on the table.

It was Lu Yiming's turn to hit the ball.

He leaned forward, held his breath, aimed the tip of his cue at an extremely thin spot on the right side of the cue ball, and struck with a flick of his wrist.

With a soft "tap," the cue ball traced a precise line, struck the cushion, bounced, and at an amazing angle, almost grazed the edge of the blue 5-point ball before suddenly stopping next to the black ball.

"Great shot!" A chorus of suppressed cheers rose and fell around them.

This defensive move was an art form. It legally touched the target blue ball, avoiding a foul, and successfully created a huge problem for Yan Heng. At this moment, the distance between the cue ball and the black ball and the blue ball was extremely close, making it difficult to find an entry angle. If he forced a cushioning move, he would inevitably touch the black ball next to him first.

No matter how you play, it's a foul.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yan Heng.

However, Mr. Yan's attention did not seem to be on the green velvet in the center, but rather he was looking in the direction of the door.

"What is President Yan looking at so intently?"

"I don't know..."

People around whispered among themselves.

Xu An'an stared at the table, thinking about how to break the ball. Hearing the discussions around her, she subconsciously turned to look at Yan Heng.

That glance met those dark, deep eyes.