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

"Mr. Yan," the housekeeper of the Cheng residence, who was acting as the temporary referee, reminded him when he saw that Yan Heng had not made a move for a long time, "it's your turn."

Yan Heng withdrew his gaze and stood up from the bar stool.

Xu An'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Heng's gaze still exerted immense pressure on her, but when did he notice her...?

Everyone's attention returned to the game.

Yan Heng, carrying the cue stick, walked around the pool table, pondered silently for a moment, and finally stopped at the bottom corner of the table. Suddenly, he bent his right leg, braced his left leg on the ground, and sat directly on the edge of the pool table.

A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd.

Most of the girls present didn't understand snooker, but they thought Yan Heng's sitting posture and the way he held the cue were incredibly cool.

"President Yan's legs are so long..."

"Yeah, his shoulders are so broad, look at the muscles in his arms! Oh my god, I really want to be hugged by him! Just thinking about it makes my legs go weak..."

The girls' whispers made Xu An'an want to laugh. These young girls are really cute these days. But... Xu An'an frowned. Was Yan Heng going to take a vaulting jump with that position?

Jump shots are uncommon in formal snooker matches. Firstly, due to rule restrictions, the cue ball cannot pass a third ball without touching the object ball, otherwise a penalty point will be incurred. More importantly, jump shots require raising the cue stick, and the increased angle inevitably leads to a loss of control accuracy. Therefore, even world-class professional players rarely use jump shots.

Before Xu An'an could figure it out, Yan Heng had already finished hitting the ball.

"Bang!"

The cue ball bounced high into the air and slammed into the basketball at an almost vertical angle. After the impact, the cue ball and the basketball seemed to be connected by an invisible thread, slowly coming to a stop on a straight extension line. Only a pink 6-point ball landed precisely in the center of this "line".

"Whoosh—!"

After a brief silence, gasps of amazement and applause erupted.

This shot not only solved the snooker problem, but also created an even bigger problem for Lu Yiming.

"My God, what grudge do they have? They're fighting even harder than in the World Championship finals," someone nearby muttered while clapping.

"Who knows—excuse me!" Another person, clapping too loudly, accidentally bumped into the person next to them. "Hey? Mr. Xu?"

Recognized, Xu An'an exchanged a few polite words, not intending to continue the conversation, but the person was a busybody and a chatterbox:

"Mr. Xu, don't stand so far away... Come on, everyone, make way, Mr. Xu wants to go over and cheer for Mr. Lu!"

His voice, spoken without regard for volume, sounded somewhat abrupt in the quiet space.

Lu Yiming was bending over to hit the ball when he was slightly distracted, and his hit lacked power.

The cue is struck, the ball travels.

Although the cue ball barely managed to avoid the obstacle and glide onto the blue ball, it failed to create a snooker as expected and instead stopped in a rather unremarkable position.

"Sigh..." A sigh of regret.

Experts could see that although the shot wasn't fouled, it essentially handed a golden opportunity to Yan Heng. Given the level of skill Yan Heng had just demonstrated, it was almost a certainty that he would clean up the blue, pink, and black balls in one go, scoring 18 points.

Lu Yiming was clearly aware of this as well.

He straightened up, gently placed the cue stick on the edge of the table, shrugged with impeccable manners, and said calmly, "A bet's a bet. I'll have my secretary revise the agreement."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards Xu An'an with a polite smile, as if seeing Xu An'an was far more important than a battle that had already been decided.

"etc,"

Yan Heng suddenly spoke up from behind: "The competition isn't over yet. It's too early for President Lu to admit defeat now."

Lu Yiming raised an eyebrow slightly: "President Yan, this so-called competition is just for fun. My wife and I have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave first."

As he spoke, Lu Yiming lifted his leg to walk away, but a golf club suddenly stretched out and blocked his way.

Lu Yiming paused, frowning. "President Yan, what are you doing?"

"Don't misunderstand," Yan Heng said with a rare twitch of his lips as he slowly retracted his cue. "President Lu was affected by the situation and made a mistake. It would be unfair for me to win like this."

Lu Yiming: "So, what does President Yan mean?"

"How about this," Yan Heng paused, his gaze sweeping over Lu Yiming and landing on Xu An'an's face, "Since Mr. Lu is distracted by Miss Xu, then to be fair..."

"I'll leave this stroke to Miss Xu."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Xu An'an.

Xu An'an was taken aback.

Let her hit?

What does this have to do with her?

Lu Yiming was the first to react. He smiled and replied on Xu Kankan's behalf, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yan, but Mr. Yan doesn't know that An'an has never played snooker before..."

Upon hearing this, Xu An'an turned her head to look at Lu Yiming, then lowered her head and let out a cold snort.

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow, taking all this in stride, then nonchalantly smirked, "It's fine, it's my turn anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's wasted."

He took a few long strides and presented the golf club to Xu An'an: "Miss Xu, would you do me the honor?"

Xu An'an looked up at him, pursing her lips.

Yan Heng lowered his eyes and calmly looked back.

The air slowly solidified and tightened during their silent standoff.

The people around looked at each other, wondering what had happened.

Just then, a soft and melodious voice broke the tense silence.

"Sister An'an~"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Lin Wan'er, carrying the hem of her bright yellow floor-length skirt, gracefully emerged from behind the crowd.

Under the lights, she had a slender figure, exquisite makeup, and an impeccable sweet smile on her face, as if she wasn't the one who had a hysterical argument with Xu An not long ago.

"How about I play with you?" She blinked and looked at Xu An'an. "It's fair for us girls to play together."

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan'er appeared at this moment. Lu Yiming frowned and said in a low voice, "Wan'er, don't be silly."

Lin Wan'er seemed not to understand the obstruction in his tone, and said coquettishly, "Brother Yiming, but I really want to play..."

As she spoke, she turned her head and leaned closer to Xu An'an, asking with an innocent smile, "Sister An'an, what do you think? Anyway, President Yan said that if we lose, it's on him."

The surrounding guests stopped talking and their eyes were drawn to them, seemingly casually.

Xu An'an tensed her jaw, trying her best to maintain a calm facial expression.

If she could still maintain some decorum towards Lin Wan'er before, after what just happened, she doesn't want to say a single word to her now.

"Ms. Lin also plays ball?"

Before Xu An'an could respond, Yan Heng, who was usually silent and observing, suddenly spoke, his voice revealing no emotion.

Lin Wan'er seemed surprised by his sudden question, paused for a moment, and then blushed slightly. Her voice softened as she replied, "I... I wouldn't say I know. It's just that when I was little, Brother Yiming taught me a few basic things."

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and she glanced at Lu Yiming with a look that seemed both reproachful and resentful, "But he always thought I was stupid, and later... he wasn't so willing to play with me anymore."

These few words, coupled with that hesitant look in his eyes, almost overflowed with intimacy and familiarity.

The surrounding guests exchanged knowing glances, some chuckled, some raised an eyebrow, and the atmosphere became subtle and amusing. A young female guest whispered something in her companion's ear, and her companion covered her mouth and laughed, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Wan'er and Xu An'an.

Xu An'an took in all of this.

Those gazes, those snickers, those unspoken pity—like fine needles, piercing her already battered dignity.

Xu An'an closed her eyes.

enough.

She grabbed the club in front of her, turned nimbly amidst everyone's astonished gazes, took her position, aimed, and struck the ball.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After three crisp sounds, the blue, pink, and black balls flew in a short straight line and landed precisely in the pocket.

The entire table suddenly became empty. Only a single white cue ball remained, sitting alone in the center of the green velvet.

Xu An'an straightened up, gently placed the cue stick on the edge of the table, turned her head, and spoke calmly in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Lu Yiming, remember to sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible."

After saying that, she turned around and walked through the automatically parting crowd, leaving the room.