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

After Xu An'an left that night, Lu Yiming spent the night in a daze.

He flew back to Maple City the next day.

Perhaps his poor mental state triggered stomach cramps, because he started experiencing waves of stomach pain on the plane.

The cold, hard airline meal only made matters worse, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was taken directly to the hospital after getting off the plane and received intravenous treatment for nearly ten days before he was finally able to be discharged and go home.

But when they got home, they found the empty villa even more deserted than the hospital.

He went upstairs, lay down on the bed in the master bedroom, and gently stroked Xu An'an's pillow with his hand.

Countless nights, she would lie there, smiling as she watched him, and when he got into bed, she would offer her soft, warm body to him.

No matter how late he came home, he could always see her as soon as he walked in the door.

Everything was as beautiful as a dream.

It had only been a short time, yet he had already lost his grip on it.

Lu Yiming suddenly sat up, knelt on the bed, and touched the pillow inch by inch, trying to find a single strand of her hair.

But the bedding had already been changed and washed countless times by the nanny, so it was nowhere to be found.

He slumped down on the bed, stroking the empty space with his hand over and over again, finally realizing that An'an would really never come back.

The person who would make him a stomach-soothing soup even when she was sulking, the person who would tiptoe up in the middle of the night to secretly close his window even when they were having a cold war and sleeping in separate rooms...

It's really time for me to leave him.

Lu Yiming's heart and stomach convulsed violently, the pain almost making him vomit blood again.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

After a while, he glanced at the screen, suppressed his intense emotions, and answered the phone: "Hello, President Su."

The caller was Su Jingchen.

The current president of the Su family is also Su Xiaohan's second brother.

"Mr. Lu, I heard you were hospitalized a while ago. How are you now?"

The Lu family and the Su family have had a lot of business dealings in recent years, and the two families also get along well, so their relationship has always been good.

"I'm fine now, thank you for your concern."

"That's good."

Su Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief and then got to the point, somewhat embarrassed. "I wanted to tell you that I need to go to the United States recently due to some personal matters, and I can't confirm my return date yet. I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on those projects that are just starting out."

Sensing the hesitation in Su Jingchen's tone, Lu Yiming quickly understood the situation.

This Mr. Su is usually low-key, but his on-again, off-again relationship with his wife often makes headlines in business gossip.

This trip to the United States is probably related to the famous Miss Wen.

Lu Yiming agreed, and after a few polite words, they hung up the phone.

He stared at the darkened phone screen, shaking his head and sighing. Su Jingchen and Wen Yining had married and divorced twice. Lu Yiming had once secretly laughed at him for not being able to manage his own wife, but now, thinking back, he realized he was even worse off than him…

Suddenly, Lu Yiming realized something—

Divorced... married twice...

Correct!

Divorce is not necessarily the end!

Although An'an is determined to get a divorce this time, what good will it do?

If Su Jingchen could win Wen Yining back, why can't I?

Five years ago, even at his most disheveled and down-on-his-luck, Lu Yiming managed to win Xu An'an's heart. Now, in his prime and with power in his hands, what can't he do?

It's okay.

Even though Xu An'an said she didn't love him, so what?

He already knows he was wrong. As long as he changes everything that Xu An'an dislikes, An'an will definitely come back to him.

As for Yan Heng... Lu Yiming gritted his teeth.

What does a hotheaded kid have to compare to him besides his good looks?

Thinking of the marks on Xu An'an's lips from being violated by someone else, Lu Yiming still felt a pang of pain in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, he knows An'an can't accept someone else so quickly. She's only doing that to get revenge on herself by using Yan Heng.

After all, he had pursued An An for almost half a year before she agreed to be with him.

And Yan Heng has only known her for a few days?

He understands Xu An'an. She has always been responsible and cautious when it comes to relationships.

She would never fall for anyone before receiving her divorce certificate...

Suddenly, the sound of high heels and a suitcase rolling came from downstairs.

"Yiming, I'm here."

Lin Wan'er's voice came through.

She appeared at the bedroom doorway as footsteps echoed up the stairs.

"So you're here. Yiming, how are you feeling today?" Lin Wan'er placed the insulated lunchbox on the bedside table and gently sat down next to Lu Yiming.

Lu Yiming hadn't expected her to come, and he unconsciously frowned: "Didn't I tell you to stay home? What are you doing here?"

"People are worried about you."

Lin Wan'er leaned against him coquettishly, raised her hand to stroke his slightly stubbled face, and said with concern, "Look at you, you've lost weight these past few days. How can you manage without someone taking care of you?"

She paused, her voice softening slightly, "Yiming, since An'an isn't home, why don't I move in? The house can't be without a woman to take care of it."

"Need not."

Lu Yiming refused very decisively.

For some reason, he felt that Lin Wan'er's perfume was too strong, which made his already uncomfortable stomach feel even more nauseous.

Moreover, who would take care of a patient and then keep leaning on the patient?

He stood up and glanced at the insulated food container on the bedside table: "Did you make this?"

"Yes." Lin Wan'er, who had been left out, paused for a moment, then quickly got up and opened the insulated container. "These are all new dishes I learned these past two days. My hands were splattered with oil while making these dishes. Look, they're all blistered!"

She playfully moved her hand closer to Lu Yiming's face, but Lu Yiming was in no mood to pay any attention.

"If you can't do it, then don't do it."

Sensing the displeasure in his tone, Lin Wan'er paused awkwardly, but quickly put on a smiling face again: "But I like making it for you!"

She placed the lunchbox in front of Lu Yiming, "Try it and see how it is."

Lu Yiming looked down.

Yes, it is indeed very plentiful.

Four Happiness Meatballs, Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs, Deep-Fried Mushrooms, Spicy Tofu Skin with Green Peppers, Curry Shrimp...

The colors are bright and glossy, clearly not made by someone who never lifts a finger; rather, it looks like it was bought directly from a restaurant and packed into a lunchbox.

However, they don't even use their brains when buying things.

I've just been discharged from the hospital, how can I possibly digest such greasy and salty food?

He couldn't help but recall the past, when An'an would personally cook soft and easy-to-digest dishes for him whenever he had a stomach ailment.

To prevent him from getting tired of the food, she visited famous chefs everywhere, trying every possible way to compensate for the shortcomings in the taste of the ingredients through cooking methods...

"Yiming, why aren't you eating?" Lin Wan'er asked coquettishly.

Lu Yiming glanced at her impatiently and said expressionlessly, "I have no appetite. You eat."

Lin Wan'er reluctantly put down the lunchbox and tugged at his hand: "Yiming-ge, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Lu Yiming withdrew his hand and took a few steps forward.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "Wan'er, it's time for you to go."

Lin Wan'er was taken aback, then quickly said, "I'm not in a hurry, I'll leave after you've eaten—"

"no."

Lu Yiming interrupted her, turned around, stared into her eyes, and said,

"Let's pack our things these next few days and head to America."