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

Xu An'an never expected that walking in a fashion show would cause such a huge reaction.

On the night of the show, several well-known European luxury brands extended invitations to her for photoshoots. Three out of her five-day trip to Milan were fully booked.

Xu An'an was very happy about this. She liked the feeling of being recognized. The busy work made her feel very grounded, and she made a lot of money on this trip!

Xu An'an likes making money.

Back then, the companies that Lu Yiming entrusted to her were not doing well and suffered losses every year. In order to ensure cash flow, Xu An'an set her annual salary as president at 1 yuan. Later, when the company's performance improved, Xu An'an got used to only taking some dividends and never changed her annual salary.

In the years since her marriage, she has accumulated almost no personal assets; her money has long been intertwined with the entire Lu family business. Therefore, although she has never lacked money, she has never experienced the thrill of making it.

Since deciding to divorce Lu Yiming, Xu An'an opened another bank account and consulted a lawyer to have it notarized. The first payment for the film "Breaking the Cocoon" was the first income in this account. After several days of continuous accumulation, the balance in the account has reached an astonishing 3000 million!

This made Xu An'an feel that life was full of hope!

During the days when Xu An'an was filming in various locations, Yan Heng took on the role of her driver.

After dropping Xu An'an off at the film studio, he casually found a nearby coffee shop to handle his business. While waiting for Xu An'an to finish filming, he took her for a short stroll around, eating and drinking.

The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning what happened that night.

At first, Xu An'an was a little uncomfortable, but perhaps because she was in a good mood recently, or perhaps because she was infected by the passionate atmosphere of Milan, she suddenly felt at ease.

In the end, it was just a kiss. Everyone was an adult and had been drinking—Yan Heng didn't show any reaction, so why was she making a big deal out of it?

Rather than worrying and causing pain to both of them, it's better to think of nothing and just live in the present! When she truly let go of those entanglements, she discovered that being with Yan Heng brought her a long-lost sense of ease and freedom.

The final shoot was finally over. When Xu An'an came out of the studio after removing her makeup, Yan Heng was already waiting at the door.

"We finished pretty early today." Yan Heng closed his notebook and glanced at his watch.

"Yeah! Today went incredibly smoothly, three outfits in just five hours!" Xu An'an's eyes sparkled. "I think I really have the talent to be a supermodel!"

Seeing her beaming with excitement, Yan Heng couldn't help but smile: "Is being a supermodel tiring?"

"I'm tired." Xu An'an pouted and sighed, "Being a supermodel isn't any easier than being an actor..."

"Shall we go back to the hotel and rest for a while?"

"No!" Xu An'an shook her head decisively. She'd been so busy filming these past few days that she hadn't had a chance to properly explore the city. "We're going back the day after tomorrow, I absolutely have to see the Milan Cathedral today!"

......

Milan Cathedral is one of the oldest churches in Europe, and legend has it that it took 600 years to build.

Xu An'an was immediately struck by the magnificent building in front of her as soon as she got out of the car.

It is said that one naturally feels like crying when seeing something too heavy and magnificent, and Xu An'an is no exception, especially since she has a unique feeling for the Milan Cathedral.

"Yan Heng, take a picture of me here!"

"it is good."

Xu An'an walked to a spot and let her hair down. After thinking for a moment, she tucked the left side of her hair behind her ear and muttered to herself, "This should be about right..."

Yan Heng obediently raised his phone and started looking for the right angle.

"Squat down a little more," Xu An'an instructed him, "The sky should take up about a third of the space. A little more to the left... Ah, yes, that's it!"

Xu An'an tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly at the camera.

A "click" freezes the moment.

Xu An'an jogged over to Yan Heng's side to get the test results.

"Great!" Xu An'an exclaimed happily, "This is the perfect angle!"

As she spoke, she took out her phone, searched for the movie "Green Velvet" on a video website, dragged the progress bar to 1 hour, 49 minutes, and 23 seconds, pressed the pause button, and placed it in front of Yan Heng:

"Look, aren't they exactly the same!"

Yan Heng lowered his head and saw two identical Gothic buildings on the screens, and in the middle of the screen, a woman with long, flowing hair and a beaming smile.

Time seems to have left no mark on Xu An'an's face; apart from the different clothes, the two photos give the same impression.

"Yes," Yan Heng nodded, deliberately mimicking her tone, "exactly the same."

"I'll tell you a secret," Xu An'an pointed to the movie screenshot, "the background in this version was photoshopped in!"

Yan Heng raised an eyebrow.

"Really!" Xu An'an's expression showed some regret as she spoke. "The crew had originally planned to film in Milan for two days. I had never filmed abroad before, and I was really looking forward to it. But on the day we were supposed to leave, a typhoon suddenly hit, and all flights were canceled for several days. When the typhoon finally passed, the production team felt that it was too costly to bring the whole family to Milan for just one or two shots... So, in the end, I acted in front of a green screen for those last few shots. How about that? You wouldn't have guessed if I hadn't told you, would you?"

It turned out to be like this...

Yan Heng frowned slightly.

After not hearing Yan Heng's voice for a while, Xu An'an turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No," Yan Heng said, coming back to his senses. "I just suddenly remembered something else."

"Oh." Xu An'an assumed he was talking about work, so she didn't ask any further questions. She pointed to the church behind her and urged, "Let's go in quickly, they're about to close for the day!"

Yan Heng responded, and before leaving, he glanced down at the photo on his phone and gently shook his head.

So, Xu An'an didn't come at all that time?

……

It was already evening when I came out of Milan Cathedral.

Nightfall turned the Navelli Canal a deep indigo, and string lights along the banks lit up one by one, like a ring of shattered diamonds adorning the water's surface.

The two walked slowly along the stone path, the aroma of various snacks wafting from the roadside making Xu An'an feel hungry.

While Yan Heng was queuing to buy small cakes, Xu An'an was leaning against the stone railing by the canal, eating fried chicken.

Xu An'an had been managing her weight for a long time before the show. She had planned to have a big meal after the show, but then she had several days of shooting... which made her even thinner.

"I should eat more," Xu An'an thought as she munched on fried chicken, "otherwise I won't be able to continue filming when I get back."

As Xu An'an was picking at the leftover bones and looking for a trash can, a tall, handsome, black-haired man walked towards her.

"Ciao, bella." He winked at Xu An'an, his beautiful eyes filled with the passionate romance unique to Italian men. "Posso offrirti da bere?"

Xu An'an didn't understand Italian at all, so she could only smile politely and reply in English, "Sorry, I can't speak Italian."

"Ah, English!" The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately switched to broken English with a strong Italian accent. "You're so beautiful! May I have the honor of buying you a drink?"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly clutched his chest, making a face as if he had been hit, which made Xu An'an burst into laughter.

"Thank you," Xu An'an tried to politely decline, "but I'm waiting for someone—"

"It's alright!" The man didn't seem to mind at all, his enthusiasm undiminished. "Your friends can come too! I've never seen such a beautiful woman as you. Your smile is as radiant as the sun. It's a blessing from heaven that I was able to meet you today—"

He spoke sincerely and frankly, his eyes clear and bright, without the slightest hint of unpleasant greasiness. Xu An'an was both amused and exasperated by his overwhelming enthusiasm, and for a moment she didn't know how to escape.

Just then, a hand reached out from behind and forcefully wrapped around her waist.

"Leiècon me." (She's with me.)

A deep, magnetic male voice came from above, speaking standard, fluent Italian with clear, resonant tone:

"Èmia."

She is mine.