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

After hanging up the phone, Xu An'an couldn't help but feel a little troubled.

During the filming of "The Last Goodnight", Yan Heng had a strange temper, but Xu An'an always thought it was just the typical teenage angst of teenagers, so she never argued with him and tried to go along with him in everything. The two got along in a unique way.

But now, so many years have passed, and Yan Heng's temper has only gotten worse. Isn't his adolescence going on a bit too long?

The next shoot will be in Bincheng, followed by a promotional event, which will inevitably involve several encounters with Yan Heng. This awkward atmosphere will affect not only her but also the other staff members.

After a moment of contemplation, Xu An'an sighed resignedly.

Never mind, let's keep comforting the child.

Besides, she hadn't thanked Yan Heng for what happened last time.

Having prepared herself mentally, Xu An'an picked up her phone with a determined look.

I found Yan Heng in my contacts and opened the chat window.

I spent more than half an hour racking my brains and using various rhetorical devices to write a touching short essay.

Reflecting on the past and discussing the present, the main purpose is to express gratitude to him and anticipation for future cooperation.

After revising it three times, Xu An'an was certain that she had not made a single mistake in punctuation.

Xu An'an was very satisfied with herself, feeling that even a perfect score essay in the college entrance examination was nothing more than this.

So, with a confident heart, he pressed the send button.

The bright afternoon sun shone warmly on my face through the clean French windows.

Xu An'an stood up and stretched.

Now everything should be fine!

Xu An'an glanced at her phone, a smug smile playing on her lips.

—With a "beep",

The smile that hadn't yet faded froze on her face.

Xu An'an's eyes widened suddenly as she stared at the screen in disbelief.

Next to the long green dialog box was a large red exclamation mark.

The following line of small, gray text:

"Yan Heng has enabled friend verification. You are not yet his/her friend..."

—What?

Yan Heng actually deleted her?!

Xu An'an choked on her breath and it took her a while to recover.

When did Yan Heng delete her?

Xu An'an swiped up the dialog box, only to find it blank.

That's true. She and Yan Heng hadn't been in contact for several years. She had gone through countless phone models in the meantime, so there was hardly any record left.

But Yan Heng was far too heartless.

Xu An'an asked herself honestly, and apart from not being able to take Yan Heng's role due to scheduling conflicts, she had not offended him in any way.

Besides, Xu An'an has rejected more than a hundred roles; does she expect all of them to block her?

How childish!

Xu An'an thought angrily, "And I was so good to him before!"

This kid has probably forgotten that she was the one who celebrated his eighteenth birthday with him!

Xu An'an became increasingly angry as she thought about it, and she couldn't even concentrate on reading the script.

"Fine," Xu An'an tossed the script aside. "The weather's so nice, I should go out for a stroll."

It's been a long time since I visited my grandma. Now that I've almost fully recovered, she probably won't notice anything.

Xu An'an bought some pastries that her grandmother usually liked to eat and drove to Yunxi Garden.

...

Yunxi Garden is the most upscale sanatorium in Fengcheng, focusing on comfort and privacy. The annual cost of over one million yuan keeps ordinary people out of the country.

Those who can live here are either rich or noble.

Before Xu An'an even stepped into the house, after passing through the exquisite little garden, she heard her grandmother's hearty laughter.

Xu An'an smiled and thought to herself, "He's probably gossiping with one of his girlfriends again."

"Rich old lady, what are you chatting about so happily!"

"Oh!" Grandma turned around at the sound of her voice. "An'an is here!" she said, getting up with her cane and walking towards Xu An'an with a smile.

My grandmother's surname was Fu, and her given name was Jinghua. She was a well-bred young lady from a scholarly family.

Unfortunately, her family fell into poverty, and she married her grandfather, whom she had never met, and had two sons.

Her grandfather was an alcoholic and died young.

During the most difficult times, Fu Jinghua had to work four jobs a day just to support his family.

Her leg was also injured in the factory, and she has been limping ever since.

She finally raised her two sons to adulthood, and they each started their own families, but the good times didn't last long.

When Xu An'an was five years old, her father's business failed and her mother ran away with someone else.

To pay off debts, the father drove while fatigued late at night and was involved in a car accident, dying instantly.

From then on, Xu An'an began living with her grandmother.

Grandma's pension wasn't high, but in order for Xu An'an to continue learning dance, Grandma would drag her limp leg and get up early every day to push her cart out to buy breakfast.

Xu An'an had told her grandmother several times that she was no longer going to learn dance, because she didn't want her grandmother to be so tired.

But Grandma would always lovingly touch her face and say to her:

"Grandma isn't tired. Grandma loves watching An'an dance."

"Keep dancing if you like it! An'an has everything that others have!"

"Our An'an is so beautiful, she deserves to stand on a bigger stage!"

When Xu An'an entered junior high school, Fu Jinghua worried that his body would not be able to support Xu An'an until she grew up. So he threatened to hang himself to force his uncle's family to adopt Xu An'an and gave all his money to Xu An'an.

Even though life was already so difficult, Grandma never complained to Xu An'an.

She always lovingly protected Xu An'an under her not-so-strong wings.

Without her, Xu An'an doesn't know what she would be like now.

"Grandma," Xu An'an smiled, took the arm of the wealthy old lady, and helped her brush the silver hair from her forehead, "Did your legs hurt when it rained the other day?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Grandma is fine!" Fu Jinghua held Xu An'an's hand and carefully examined her. "An'an, why do you look so pale? What happened?"

Even though Xu An'an had put on makeup to improve her complexion beforehand, those closest to her could always see through her facade of vulnerability at a glance.

Xu An'an's nose suddenly stung with tears, and she quickly lowered her head, trying her best to keep her voice down: "No, it's just that I've been busy lately and haven't been sleeping well."

Grandma was still somewhat skeptical, so Xu An'an quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Grandma, I'm going to film in another city in a few days, it'll probably be for more than three months. I'll come to see you when I have time."

"That's great! Grandma can see her eldest granddaughter in a movie again!" Fu Jinghua clapped her hands, her smile deepening. "You just go about your business, don't worry about Grandma. Besides, Xiao Lu is here. By the way, why didn't he come today?"

Xu An'an paused, then mumbled, "Oh... he had something come up today."

The wealthy woman sensed the unnaturalness in Xu An'an's tone, and her smile faded.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled Xu An'an to sit down in the cubicle and sighed:

"An'an, since you don't want to talk about it, Grandma won't ask anymore." Fu Jinghua lovingly stroked Xu An'an's hand. "Grandma just wants to say that nothing in this world is more important than your own happiness. You are a sensible child and know the path you want to take. Whatever decision you make, Grandma will always support you."

Xu An'an's eyes reddened, and she lowered her head, biting her lip in silence.

Even though she didn't want her grandmother to worry, she couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment in front of her closest relative.

After struggling to compose herself, Xu An'an looked up and gave her grandmother a big hug.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'll handle it."

...

It was nearly evening when I said goodbye to my grandmother.

Xu An'an walked to the parking lot and had just opened the car door when a sweet, coquettish voice came from behind her:

"Sister An'an? Long time no see~"

Xu An'an paused, it was Lin Wan'er.

Xu An'an didn't want to pay attention and stepped into the car, but Lin Wan'er suddenly grabbed her.

"Sister An'an, don't rush off," Lin Wan'er whispered in her ear, her voice sticky and venomous.

"Are you that afraid of me?"

For the past three months, Lin Wan'er has been speaking to her in a sarcastic and pointed manner.

Xu An'an had previously thought she was being too sensitive and had never taken it personally.

Now that she knows the truth, Xu An'an has no reason to indulge her anymore.

"No," Xu An'an said, peeling Lin Wan'er's hand away and turning around.

She paused deliberately, then took a few steps back to create some distance, and looked Lin Wan'er up and down with a hint of curiosity.

Lin Wan'er felt a little uneasy under her gaze and couldn't help but raise her hand to tidy her hair.

At this moment, Xu An'an suddenly burst out laughing:

"What's wrong?" she asked flippantly.

"You also think you're that ugly?"