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

It's still uncertain whether Yan Heng has been cursed, but Xu An'an feels that she has most likely been cursed.

Xu An'an was restless all afternoon. Scenes that she could usually film in one take were replayed three or four times before she could get it right.

Even Shao Feng noticed that something was wrong with her. Coincidentally, the entire crew would be on holiday tomorrow, and the emotions from today's extra filming couldn't be picked up. So he simply announced that the entire crew would wrap up early and resume filming after the holiday.

Stepping out of the studio, Shao Feng asked, "An'an, what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher Shao," Xu An'an said, blushing. This was the first time she had ever acted so unprofessionally on set.

"An'an, don't be so nervous." Shao Feng patted her shoulder. "You've always done a great job. These past few scenes have been really stressful, and being in this kind of environment all the time is going to take its toll on you. But you'll feel better after this scene."

Hearing Shao Feng's words, Xu An'an felt even more ashamed.

"Teacher Shao, it has nothing to do with the play, it's my own problem. Don't worry, I'll adjust."

Knowing that Xu An'an was aware of the situation, Shao Feng didn't say anything more, and instead asked, "I heard you're going to Milan tomorrow?"

"Yes, attending a fashion event."

Shao Feng nodded. "It's a great opportunity. Let Yan Heng show you around and help you relax."

"He's going too?" Xu An'an was taken aback.

"Yes," Shao Feng said, "Yesterday Yan Heng asked me for Pierre's contact information, wanting to take you to visit him. I heard he's one of the judges at Cannes next year."

Xu An'an remained silent.

Yan Heng did seem to have said before that he would go with her, but he's been so busy lately, flying all over the country, and he can't even adjust to the time difference. Why would he need to go through all that trouble with her...

He has done enough for himself.

Seeing that Xu An'an remained silent for a long time, Shao Feng sighed.

"As you've seen, Yan Heng has changed a lot in the past few years. Sometimes I don't understand why he, so young and lacking nothing, would push himself to this point. But this kid is too stubborn and won't say anything."

"An'an, Yan Heng hasn't had a good time these past few years. If you have the chance, try to talk to him more..."

After finishing work, Xu An'an went straight home.

She lay in bed, her mind replaying what Shao Feng had said to her that afternoon, until Dongdong called to remind her of her flight time the next day, and she realized it was already 11 p.m.

Xu An'an knew she should go to sleep. But too many things had happened today, and she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned. Remembering that there was still half a bottle of red wine left at home, Xu An'an simply got up and drank it to help her sleep.

However, it turns out that when a person's nerves are excited to a certain extent, even alcohol cannot numb them at all.

And all those excited nerves revolved around only one person—Yan Heng.

Xu An'an couldn't help but think of him.

Why did Teacher Shao say he wasn't doing well?

After filming wrapped up, he returned to the Yan family without saying a word. The next news we heard about him was that he had gone to study in England.

He is the eldest son of the prestigious Yan family. Even abroad, no one would dare to mistreat him. How could he possibly be having a bad time?

Could it be... because of her?

Suddenly, Xu An'an felt a powerful urge.

She wanted to find Yan Heng and get to the bottom of things.

Not knowing if Yan Heng was home, Xu An'an, emboldened by alcohol, picked up her phone and dialed his number.

Xu An'an's heart was pounding, and every beep on the phone felt incredibly slow.

It felt like an eternity before Yan Heng finally answered the phone.

"...Xu An'an?"

Yan Heng's voice was tinged with disbelief.

"It's me." Xu An'an paused for a moment and then asked, "Yan Heng, where are you?"

"Hold on."

The sound from Yan Heng's end was a bit noisy. He seemed to be covering his phone and saying something to the person next to him before walking to a relatively quiet place.

"What did you just say?" Yan Heng asked. "It was too noisy, I didn't hear you clearly."

Xu An'an had already discerned from the noise along the way that Yan Heng was probably in a business club or a bar or nightclub.

Although she knew it was perfectly normal for someone of Yan Heng's status to come to a place like this to discuss business, Xu An'an was still inexplicably annoyed. She couldn't help but ask, "Yan Heng, when are you going home?"

Yan Heng on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment before speaking, "What...did you say?"

Xu An'an then realized that she really didn't seem to have the right to ask Yan Heng to go home.

She tried to smooth things over, apologetically, "If you're busy, that's fine... it's not anything important..."

"I'm going back now," Yan Heng replied quickly, glancing at his watch.

"Wait for me within forty minutes."

......

When Yan Heng finished his call and came out, he found that the door was already crowded with people who wanted to eavesdrop.

Pei Rang, the leader, looked smug and spread his hands towards the remaining people: "A bet's a bet, so hurry up and transfer the money to me!"

Holding his phone, Han Ning made a last-ditch effort: "Heng-ge, are you really leaving? You've only been here a few minutes... Can't you consider our years of brotherhood?"

"That's right! Mr. Yan, let's stay a little longer!" The rest of the people chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng glanced sideways at Pei Rang.

Pei Rang quickly waved his hands innocently, "It wasn't me who started it. I just said, 'You'll definitely leave after this call,' but they didn't believe me and insisted on making a bet with me!"

Yan Heng was too lazy to bother with their boring game.

If Pei Rang hadn't lost the game today, and if these people hadn't been morally blackmailing him in the group chat, he wouldn't have come to a place like this at all.

He was in a hurry to leave, but the group of spoiled brats were clearly not going to let him go easily, and they kept pestering him to stay a little longer.

Pei Rang leaned to one side with his arms crossed, showing no intention of helping at all.

Looking at Yan Heng, who was dressed in a sharp suit and exuded a calm and reserved aura, he suddenly remembered himself the year Xu An'an got married.

Yan Heng was a completely different person back then.

He skipped classes every day, spending his time smoking and drinking, living a muddled life, and was hospitalized several times.

Finally, Pei Rang couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed his collar in the hospital, yelling, "Look at the state you're in! Xu An'an is married, not dead! Marriage can end in divorce—but even if Xu An'an gets divorced, do you think she'd want someone like you?"

Even today, Pei Rang still can't forget the look on Yan Heng's face after hearing those words.

He was stunned at first, and after a long while, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his face. His pale lips trembled uncontrollably—it was the first time Pei Rang had ever seen Yan Heng cry.

From that day on, Yan Heng seemed like a completely different person.

He completely quit drinking, began to study diligently, and pushed himself so hard that he completed all his credits within a year. He then immediately founded his own company, and after achieving success, returned to China to take over the Yan family's business…

He worked like a madman, filling every minute of his life to the brim.

He became increasingly successful, but also increasingly silent.

Over the past few years, Pei Rang has often wondered whether his words back then woke him up or pushed him into another abyss.

Fortunately, Xu An'an really came back.

As Pei Rang was thinking about this, he was suddenly drawn to a commotion.

He saw Yan Heng in the crowd, picked up his glass, and drank the entire glass of whiskey.

He turned the empty glass upside down on the table, said "Is that enough?" and strode away.

So late at night, and you drank so much to see Xu An'an...

Pei Rang raised an eyebrow.

Things are getting interesting.