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

It wasn't until Yan Heng shoved her into the car that Xu An'an finally came to her senses from the absurdity of what had just happened.

Yan Heng... was he just mistaken for a male model?

She turned her head and looked at Yan Heng's still dark face, and felt a chill run down her spine.

However, Xu An'an glanced at him under the moonlight and thought that with that face, if he really went into the sex industry, he could make a fortune just by relying on his looks.

However... male models also have to provide emotional value to people. Xu An'an imagined the scene of Yan Heng serving tea and water and calling people "sister" - and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hearing the laughter, Yan Heng, who was driving with a cold expression, turned his head and glanced at her.

Xu An'an cleared her throat awkwardly and asked, "Weren't you supposed to be back from your business trip tomorrow?"

Yan Heng's face darkened even more upon hearing this.

"Are you upset that I came back early and delayed your plans?"

"?"

Xu An'an choked on her breath.

After a moment, she patiently explained, "Director Shao said everyone would have the day off tomorrow, and Xingyao wanted to relax. I really didn't want to go, but I was worried about her being young and going out alone, so I went with her. Who knew there would be so many people..."

She was telling the truth, but Yan Heng clearly didn't believe her.

Xu An'an continued to explain, "I didn't intend to do anything when I went. Everyone forced me to order, and I didn't want to spoil the fun, right?"

The more he said it, the more wrong it sounded.

Xu An'an felt like a scumbag trying to make excuses... but it really was the truth!

Seeing Yan Heng's face growing increasingly icy, Xu An'an said helplessly:

"I really didn't do anything! Si Yan is only twenty years old, almost ten years younger than me. Even if I wanted to do something, I couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Si Yan?"

Yan Heng snorted coldly, "Calling each other so intimately. You've even touched my abs, what more do you want to do?"

"……."

Xu An'an felt utterly helpless.

"I didn't mean to touch him... He grabbed my hand and pressed it against me when I wasn't looking. I really didn't have any impure thoughts about him at all..."

Throughout the rest of the journey, Xu An'an tried every means to prove her innocence, talking herself hoarse, but Yan Heng remained unmoved.

After much coaxing, Xu An'an also became a little angry.

Ultimately, she was never officially in a relationship with Yan Heng.

There were no promises made between the two of them.

Even if she really didn't intend to do anything, and even if she just wanted to get some molds, why should Yan Heng make a scene with her?

The car arrived at the garage of the small building.

Xu An'an didn't wait for Yan Heng to turn off the engine before pushing the door open and walking out.

She opened the door, entered the elevator, and went upstairs, completely ignoring Yan Heng's hurried footsteps behind her.

She was caught up with by Yan Heng when she opened the door to her house.

Xu An'an felt a sudden tightening on her wrist, and then she was slammed against the door by a strong force.

The crisp, clean scent of cedarwood filled the air.

After a brief moment of surprise, Xu An'an quickly calmed down.

She stiffened her neck and stared at Yan Heng, saying angrily:

"Didn't you say you didn't want to talk to me? What do you want now?"

Yan Heng frowned, but remained silent.

Xu An'an was furious with his attitude.

"Let go!" she struggled violently. "If you don't want to talk to me, don't touch me!"

She thought Yan Heng would hold her down even harder, but he suddenly let go.

The next second, something surprising happened to Xu An'an.

Yan Heng deftly and decisively pulled open his suit jacket, grabbed the middle of his shirt with both hands, and yanked it forcefully to both sides—

His excellent pectoral and abdominal muscles were fully exposed.

Before Xu An'an could react...

Yan Heng had already taken her hand.

It was covered up.

Xu An'an was completely stunned.

A buzzing sound filled my head.

She stared incredulously at the area her hand was pressing against; the firm muscles were so taut from the force that they were almost painful to the touch.

Her earlier arrogance had been completely worn away by these actions, and she could only stammer, "Yan... Yan Heng... what are you doing?"

"Xu An'an," Yan Heng pressed harder, making her hand grip his tighter.

"I have what you like too."

Xu An'an's eyes widened, she could hardly believe what she had just heard.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Heng guided her hand up and down, "Isn't mine good enough?"

"good……"

Xu An'an's mind went blank, and she could only nod frantically, her face flushed, "Very, very good."

But Yan Heng was not satisfied with this answer, and frowned as he pressed, "Then, between me and that guy named Si Yan, who's better?"

?

Xu An'an was stunned again.

Is he... trying to compare abs with a male model?

But this sentence... it feels kind of familiar.

She suddenly remembered that just over a month ago, Yan Heng had asked her the same question: Who is more handsome, him or Lu Yiming?

Thinking of this, Xu An'an suddenly felt like laughing.

Who would have thought that the president of the Yan Group, worth hundreds of billions, would have such severe appearance anxiety?

Looking at that perfectly sculpted face, Xu An'an suddenly had the urge to tease him.

She withdrew her hand, seemingly casually glancing over his chest and abdomen, and spoke softly:

"That's really good, but—"

She deliberately frowned and drew out her words, and only continued when she saw Yan Heng's brows furrow, "Siyan has some things you don't have."

"What is it?"

Xu An'an tilted her head, pouting, and said, "Emotional value."

"Emotional value?"

"yes,"

Xu An'an slightly curved her lips, her tone tinged with nostalgia as she said:

"The MC kept calling me 'sister,' it melted my heart..." She blinked. "Why don't you call me that too, so I can hear it?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Heng was clearly taken aback for a moment before realizing that Xu An'an was deliberately teasing him.

"Xu, An, An."

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and said in a gloomy tone, "You really enjoy being called 'sister,' don't you?"

Sensing the atmosphere was getting a little strange, Xu An'an gently pushed him away.

"Fine, don't call me then. I didn't force you."

As she spoke, she casually opened the door again.

The next second, a powerful force came from behind.

In a dizzying moment, Xu An'an's back was slammed against the wall once again.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Heng's lips pressed down hard on hers.

The kiss felt like a punishment, deep and heavy.

Xu An'an was so stunned by his kiss that she instinctively tried to dodge, but as soon as she turned her head, he grabbed her chin and pressed her back down.

Since returning from Milan, they haven't kissed again. Xu An'an had almost forgotten just how domineering and ruthless Yan Heng was when it came to kissing.

Yan Heng only loosened his grip slightly when she was on the verge of fainting from lack of oxygen.

But he didn't back away; he simply tilted his head and gently moved his lips to her ear.

His hot breath sprayed onto her ripe earlobes.

Xu An'an could hear her heart pounding wildly.

Amidst the thunderous pounding of her heart, she suddenly heard those two words.

"elder sister......"

Yan Heng's voice was incredibly hoarse, so alluring it made one's legs go weak.

"Are you... satisfied now?"