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

Yan Heng was completely stunned.

The soft lips that landed between his brows were like a struck match, instantly igniting the alcohol in his blood. The burning flames surged straight up from his lower abdomen, almost threatening to engulf him entirely.

He used the last shred of his remaining sanity to raise his hand and grasp the wrist that Xu An'an was covering his eyes with.

Her wrist was so thin and soft that Yan Heng was even afraid that he might accidentally break it.

The voice changed pitch due to the violent movement of the Adam's apple.

"Xu An'an...do you know what you're doing?"

Her wrist was gripped too tightly, and Xu An'an cried out in pain, letting go of his hand as he did.

Yan Heng finally regained his sight.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to be sucked out.

The two were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Xu An stared intently into his dark eyes, and after a while, her gaze slid down his high, straight nose and landed on his lips.

Yan Heng's lips weren't thin, and the cupid's bow was a flat M-shape, which was extremely beautiful. But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed downwards.

Xu An'an was very dissatisfied with this.

"Yan Heng..."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his taut lips.

A soft breath brushed against Yan Heng's face.

The veins on Yan Heng's forehead bulged, and all the muscles in his body were stretched to the limit.

He closed his eyes tightly.

I dare not succumb to any visual temptations anymore.

Suddenly, a soft, warm touch brushed against Yan Heng's lips.

In the darkness, he heard Xu An'an's murmuring voice:

I want to make you happy...

An invisible, taut string suddenly snapped.

The next second, Yan Heng kissed her deeply.

Domineering lips and tongue, penetrating deep inside.

Xu An'an was firmly pressed behind her head by a large hand and could not break free.

Yan Heng held her tightly in his arms, greedily taking her breath, like a traveler who had been trekking through the desert for too long finally finding water.

Whiskey and red wine mingled and blended in their mouths, creating an even more intense spark.

Xu An'an's tongue went numb from his entanglement, and she kept letting out soft, pleading sounds. But these sounds seemed to have the opposite effect. Yan Heng was provoked even more fiercely, his muscles tensed up like a cheetah ready to pounce, and she was his only prey.

When the long and intense kiss finally ended, Xu An'an had already melted into a lump of mud.

She lay in Yan Heng's arms, too weak to even open her eyes.

"Yan Heng..." She half-closed her eyes, her voice as soft as melting honey, "Did you drink too?"

Yan Heng hummed in agreement and raised his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled behind Xu An'an's ear.

Xu An'an closed her eyes as he did so, and softly asked, "Why do you want to drink?"

"Because I wanted to see you as soon as possible," Yan Heng said.

Xu An'an pouted and thought for a while, but her drunken brain couldn't comprehend such a complex cause-and-effect relationship.

She didn't insist, as long as it wasn't because she was sad.

"Yan Heng," Xu An'an seemed to particularly like calling his name after getting drunk.

Yan Heng slightly curved the corners of his lips and responded again.

Xu An'an raised her hand, stroked his cheek down to the corner of his lips, and gently lifted it up.

"Smile more..." she murmured, barely able to keep her eyes open, using the last vestiges of her consciousness, "Don't make me unhappy..."

After saying that, she fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Heng felt the soft body in his arms, its breathing steady and rhythmic.

He still felt a throbbing pain somewhere, but he no longer had any intention of disturbing the peace.

He tightened his arms slightly, pulling the person in his arms closer to his chest, lowered his head, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"But I've only ever been happy because of you."

......

The next day, Xu An'an was carried onto the plane by Yan Heng.

However, unusually, the two did not sit together.

One wore sunglasses and a mask the entire time and looked out the window the whole time, while the other had dark circles under his eyes and started sleeping as soon as he boarded the plane.

Dongdong and Song Zhe looked at each other, both wondering what had happened.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Under Song Zhe's constant provocation, Dongdong couldn't help but poke Xu An'an, who was gazing out the window contemplating life.

"Sister An'an... there's no one else here, why don't you take off your mask?"

Xu An'an visibly stiffened for a moment. "Oh, I have a bit of a cold, and I'm afraid of infecting you."

"A cold?" Dongdong asked with some concern. "Did you take any medicine?"

"I've already eaten, I'm fine," Xu An'an said, not wanting to continue the topic. "It'll be better tomorrow."

"Oh." Dongdong muttered to herself, what do you mean a cold gets better in a day...? And judging from An'an's voice, she doesn't sound sick at all...

Sensing that Xu An'an wasn't telling the truth, Dongdong pressed on, "Sister An'an, President Yan looks so tired today. Did you see his dark circles? It looks like he didn't sleep all night..."

"Really... I didn't notice." Xu An'an said awkwardly, "They probably stayed up all night in a meeting."

"But Song Zhe said that President Yan didn't have any work scheduled last night..."

"Are you that bored?" Xu An'an finally couldn't hold back anymore. She pinched Dongdong's cheek. "If you're so curious about him, why don't you just become his assistant!"

"No, no, no," Dongdong rubbed his face and shrank back, "I was just asking, why are you so agitated..."

Xu An'an, behind her sunglasses, sighed helplessly. How could she not be agitated...?

She was completely stunned when she woke up this morning.

Unlike her previous blackouts from drinking, she remembered everything that happened last night clearly.

Destroy it!

Xu An'an lived for almost 30 years before discovering that a pervert lived inside her body!

What will Yan Heng think of her...?

On one hand, she rejected his heartfelt confession, and on the other hand, she took the initiative to provoke him and took advantage of the alcohol to touch him inappropriately... Would he think she was playing him?

Xu An'an's mind was in complete chaos.

The more chaotic things got, the more uncontrollably those images from last night flooded back to him—she covered his eyes, rubbed her nose against his bridge, kissed his brow, and sucked on the corner of his mouth…

stop stop stop!

Xu An'an blushed and gently touched her still slightly swollen lips through her mask. She could almost feel the lingering numbness in the base of her tongue…

Through her sunglasses, she secretly glanced in Yan Heng's direction.

He was sleeping soundly with his head slightly lowered, but his brow was still furrowed.

Xu An'an sighed. Had she upset him again...?

……

It was worth it for Yan Heng to stay up all night to apply ice to her ankle; Xu An'an's ankle healed quickly and didn't affect her performance on the day of the show at all.

Jin Cheng's professional skills are beyond doubt. On the night of the show, she arranged three outfits for Xu An'an, each one perfectly matching her temperament.

The moment Xu An'an stepped onto the catwalk, the lights in the entire venue seemed to freeze for a moment.

She wore twelve-centimeter stilettos, each step precisely hitting the beat. Her hips and waist swayed naturally with the rhythm, her shoulders and neck graceful and elegant, like a beautiful white swan.

Countless flashes were directed at this fresh and beautiful East Asian face, and overnight, Xu An'an's stunning photos graced the covers of major European fashion magazines.

[Xu An'an's Milan Fashion Show Reaches Godhood #After Six Years of Silence, the Film Queen Stuns the International Fashion Scene with Eastern Beauty]

Lu Yiming saw this trending topic downstairs at Xu An'an's house in Bincheng.

He stared at the bright and beautiful smiling face on the screen, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Since Xu An'an suddenly filed for divorce, Lu Yiming hasn't had a full night's sleep.

He rushed to Bincheng like a madman, only to be told that the film crew was on holiday. He spent a lot of money and finally managed to bribe someone inside the crew to find out Xu An'an's current address.

But when he finally stood downstairs at her apartment building, he discovered that she had gone to Milan without saying a word.

He gritted his teeth and zoomed in on the photo, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force.

Sure enough... in the corner of the screen, they found the figure of another man—Yan Heng.

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening suddenly around the phone, causing the poor phone screen to crack.

"Book me a plane ticket to Milan, right now!"