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

When Xu An'an and Yan Heng arrived at the hospital, Lu Yiming was lying in a hospital bed.

He was still unconscious.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and he looked extremely haggard.

"Mr. Xu, you've arrived."

Lu Yiming's secretary bowed respectfully to Xu An'an.

Xu An'an nodded and asked, "What's going on?"

The secretary reported anxiously, "President Lu hasn't been getting enough rest lately, hasn't been eating much, and has been refusing to take his medication. After learning you were in Milan yesterday, he flew here overnight. He barely ate anything on the way, and fainted as soon as he got off the plane, clutching his stomach."

"We took him to the hospital, but regulations here require a relative to be present, so we can only contact you through the consulate."

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it was acute gastritis caused by recent emotional fluctuations. She just received a painkiller and sedative, and that's when she fell asleep. Hey, Mr. Lu, you're awake..."

On the hospital bed, Lu Yiming slowly opened his eyes.

He focused his gaze on Xu An'an several times before finally fixing it on her, a slight glint in his eyes: "An'an, what brings you here?"

Xu An'an looked at him without saying a word.

"Mr. Lu, would you like some porridge first?"

The secretary helped Lu Yiming sit up. "You haven't eaten anything for a long time. The doctor said this won't do."

"Wait a moment," Lu Yiming waved his hand, "I have something to say to An'an. You guys go out first."

"But..." The secretary hesitated, looking at Xu An'an for help.

"Eat something first."

She frowned. "Whatever you want to say, let's talk after we finish eating."

Lu Yiming kept looking at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Okay."

The assistant quickly took the porridge out of the insulated box, placed it on the bedside table, and tactfully turned and left.

After they all left, Lu Yiming picked up his bowl.

Perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long and had no strength, his hand trembled, and some of the porridge spilled out, the scalding soup landing on his hospital gown.

Xu An'an walked over, took the bowl of porridge, and handed him a tissue.

Lu Yiming's stomach problems are a chronic issue.

When the Lu family first ran into trouble, he was busy socializing day and night to gain support, and that's when he ruined his stomach.

It wasn't until he got together with Xu An'an that she deliberately cooked soft and tender meals for him and prepared stomach-soothing medicinal dishes, which gradually helped his stomach problems improve.

Lu Yiming is too weak right now.

After all, they shared some good memories. Even if they've separated, it's not like she's starving.

Xu An'an sighed and was about to pick up the bowl when a hand suddenly pressed down on the back of her hand.

Xu An'an looked up and saw Yan Heng with a cold face, saying, "I'll do it."

Xu An'an's eyes widened.

Incredulously, he picked up the bowl on the table and plopped down on the stool in front of Lu Yiming's hospital bed.

"Mr. Lu, let's eat."

Lu Yiming paused in wiping his clothes.

"How could I possibly trouble you, Mr. Yan?"

"No need for that." Yan Heng snorted coldly. "It's an honor to see President Lu so frail."

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng, holding the bowl, calmly looked back.

Xu An'an noticed the strange atmosphere between the two.

It's giving me a huge headache.

"Yan Heng—"

Just as she was about to speak, the doctor suddenly pushed the door open and said in English, "Please have Mr. Lu's family come in."

"Okay."

Xu An'an agreed, hesitated before getting up, and looked at the two people with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"Yan Heng, then you..."

Yan Heng nodded: "Go ahead."

Xu An'an felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

But they were pressing her, so she turned and left the room.

After watching Xu An'an leave the ward, Yan Heng turned his gaze back to Lu Yiming.

He paused for a moment, then slammed the bowl he was holding onto the table next to him.

Stop pretending.

Yan Heng coldly replied, "You're not sick at all."

Lu Yiming was stunned for a moment.

He then raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Heng stood up and touched the label on the IV bag with his finger: [Soluzione Fisiologica].

"Mr. Lu, you're only giving me saline solution for acute gastritis? If you're going to fake illness, at least make it look convincing."

Lu Yiming was taken aback.

I never expected that Yan Heng would know Italian.

He did indeed overlook that.

Now that he'd been exposed, he was too lazy to pretend anymore.

Lu Yiming sat up in bed and removed the cumbersome IV needle.

"Mr. Yan is truly knowledgeable. However, I was unaware that the Yan family had businesses in Milan, which led Mr. Yan to travel all this way to come here."

His words were undisguisedly sarcastic, and Yan Heng gave a cold laugh.

"Don't bother with the Yan family's affairs. I advise President Lu to take care of himself instead," he said casually.

"I don't want you to mess this up right after I handed over the 'Sky Dome' bid. If Lu's stock price drops further, there'll be nothing I can do to help."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes.

This is what he can't understand the most.

Yan Heng had always been at odds with him, so why would he hand over the prize he had already secured to him?

"Yan Heng, what exactly are you trying to do?" Lu Yiming asked seriously, "What are your intentions towards the Lu family?"

Yan Heng was stunned after hearing this.

"Do I have designs on the Lu family?" He almost laughed out loud.

"Lu Yiming, stop flattering yourself. What do you think I'd even bother with your little bit of stuff?"

Lu Yiming clenched his fist tightly.

His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"But you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Yan Heng straightened his slightly wrinkled suit. "From today onwards, I will no longer compete for any projects from the Lu Group. On the contrary, I hope the Lu Group grows bigger and stronger, and its stock price continues to rise. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can always come to me."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yiming asked through gritted teeth.

"The literal meaning." Yan Heng raised an eyebrow slightly. "But I have a piece of advice for President Lu. Since Xu An'an has already filed for divorce, President Lu should stay away from her. Don't be like a mangy dog—you can't shake her off."

Even if Lu Yiming was slow to understand, he finally grasped the meaning behind Yan Heng's words.

"...You did all this," Lu Yiming swallowed hard, his throat dry, "just to force An'an to divorce me?"

"Otherwise what?"

Lu Yiming was completely stunned.

Yan Heng likes An An?!

How could that be...?

Wasn't he always averse to women?

Are all the rumors false?

yes……

He should have thought of that sooner.

They should have realized it the moment Yan Heng's car first appeared in front of their house!

Since An'an has been with him for so long, has he—

An unprecedented surge of anger exploded from Lu Yiming's chest.

He jumped up, grabbed Yan Heng by the collar, and said, "I'm warning you! Stay away from An An!"

"I should be saying that!"

Yan Heng waved his hand and pushed him away: "Lu Yiming, please face reality, you two are getting a divorce soon!"

The two stared intently at each other.

The air seemed to freeze into a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

The ward was so quiet that only heavy breathing could be heard; even the night wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yiming suddenly smiled.

"Yan Heng, you're too naive. You don't really think An An will divorce me, do you?"

Yan Heng didn't say anything, only feeling that he was being stubborn.

"You think you know her just because you acted in one movie with her?"

Lu Yiming sneered, "How long did that movie take to film? A month? Two months? At most, half a year."

"But do you know how long An'an and I have been together? A full five years!"

"So what if it's been five years?" Yan Heng frowned almost imperceptibly and said coldly, "She has already filed a lawsuit."

"That's where you don't understand her."

Lu Yiming smiled knowingly. "I admit I made mistakes in our marriage and hurt her. That's why she was angry, impulsive, and wanted a divorce. But that's only temporary."

"An'an loves me. I am her first love and the only person she has ever loved in her life. The angrier she is now, the more it proves that she loves me."

Yan Heng slowly clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white, and his jawline tightened into a cold, hard arc.

"She's filed for divorce now, but so what?"

Lu Yiming shrugged. "If I don't agree, the first trial definitely won't grant the divorce. Even if An'an appeals, I can still drag this out with some methods. As long as it drags on for a year or two, An'an's anger will subside."

"Lu Yiming," Yan Heng's voice was as cold as ice, "you really have no shame."

Lu Yiming snorted coldly, walked to the table, picked up the bowl of millet porridge that had gone cold, and stirred it with a spoon.

"You saw it just now. Even at a time like this, An'an still came to take care of me when she saw I was sick."

Yan Heng clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his forearms bulged under his suit jacket.

"You can't imagine what she's done for me in the past five years," Lu Yiming said, taking a sip of millet porridge.

"She retired from the entertainment industry and went into business for me. No matter how late I came home, she would be waiting for me in the living room. Whenever I was sick, An'an would stay up all night with me. She knew I had a weak stomach, so she bought books everywhere to learn how to treat it, and she practically became a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner herself. Over all this time, her love for me has been etched into her very bones. How could she leave me for a child?"

"Yan Heng," Lu Yiming said dismissively, "don't even dream about it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Heng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Lu Yiming's collar.

The movement was so sudden that the bowl in Lu Yiming's hand was knocked to the ground.

With a "whoosh".

The sound of a porcelain bowl shattering echoed through the hospital room.

At the same time, Xu An'an's shocked voice came from the doorway:

"Yan Heng! What are you doing?"