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

Perhaps it was the effective communication with Miao Miao beforehand that made today's scenes go very smoothly.

Only one game left.

This was also the most difficult scene to film. It required shooting a long shot, and everyone around had to be cleared out so that only Xu An'an and Miao Miao could be in the frame.

"Teacher Xu, this section of the river is separated by props, and the depth is less than 1.5 meters at most. You can easily put both feet on the ground."

"It's okay," Xu An'an replied. After Yan Heng's emergency tutoring last night, Xu An'an was no longer afraid of water.

Speaking of Yan Heng, Xu An'an looked at the tall figure on the shore who was still confirming something with the props team.

That's really... worrying.

Wide shots are difficult to film. This scene was shot three times before the director finally yelled "Cut!" with satisfaction.

Xu An'an was soaked to the bone, holding the shivering puppy Miaomiao in her arms, and waded through the water toward the shore.

The water was already a bit cool in early autumn. She bent down and rubbed Miaomiao's wet head, and the little one whimpered and snuggled into her arms.

Just as we were about to reach the shore, an ominous metallic sound suddenly came from above.

"Xu An'an!"

Before Xu An'an could even look up, she was suddenly pulled towards him by a force.

Her back bumped against a solid chest, and Yan Heng's arms encircled her like iron hoops, pulling her in another direction by holding her waist.

A loud "boom" sounded behind me.

Where she was just standing, a large section of the prop shed crashed into the water, splashing up a lot of water.

A gasp of surprise erupted on the shore:

"Oh my god!"

"It collapsed!"

"Get out of the way!"

Xu An'an's heart pounded, and she subconsciously looked down—her arms were empty.

"Miaomiao!"

Miao Miao didn't know when she had let go of the handle, and was so startled by the commotion that she fell into the water.

Xu An'an's mind went blank.

She was too small, and her four paws frantically splashed in the water. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank, and the water had already submerged half of her head.

Watching it splash around in the pool, Xu An'an felt like she was seeing Xiaomi again...

That small, stiff body appeared in her mind again, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.

It's happening again...

Xiaomi has already died because of her, she absolutely cannot let Miaomiao suffer the same fate!

Xu An'an abruptly shook off Yan Heng's hand and plunged into the water.

"Xu An'an!"

"Sister An'an!"

"Teacher Xu!"

Yan Heng and the people on the shore screamed at the same time.

Xu An'an couldn't hear anything.

She swam desperately, the icy water filling her ears and collar, but she didn't care about anything else, her eyes fixed on the increasingly smaller black head in front of her.

You can't die... Miaomiao, you can't die!

I'm here, I've come to save you. Don't be afraid, don't sink—

She reached it.

The moment Xu An'an's fingers gripped the back of Miao Miao's neck, she almost burst into tears.

She lifted the puppy out of the water. The little guy choked on the water and coughed weakly twice, his little paws clinging tightly to her fingers.

Some people on the shore breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Xu An'an was about to swim back, Miao Miao in her arms suddenly began to scream violently.

Immediately afterwards, there was another metallic groan from above.

She didn't have time to react.

"Xu An'an!"

All I saw was a dark shadow suddenly crashing into me from the side.

Yan Heng shielded her from above, protecting her and the dog tightly in his arms.

Then came a dull thud.

"President Yan!"

Several urgent shouts rang out simultaneously from the shore.

Xu An'an was startled, not knowing what had happened, only feeling a sudden weight on her back.

"...Yan Heng?"

She looked up blankly.

I saw Yan Heng's unnaturally pale face.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked down to make sure she was alright before his brows relaxed slightly.

"Let's go up first."

His voice was still normal.

"you……"

Just as Xu An'an was about to speak, she looked down and saw a glaring red mark on Yan Heng's hand hanging by her waist.

……

The hospital corridors were filled with the smell of disinfectant.

From the moment Yan Heng went in until now, Xu An'an's fingertips have been trembling uncontrollably.

The curtain in the emergency room was drawn back, and the doctor came out.

"Doctor," Xu An'an rushed forward immediately, "How is he?"

"Thankfully, it's nothing serious," the doctor said, removing his gloves. "The metal frame hit his right upper arm, and the wound is quite deep, but fortunately, no bone was broken. We've already cleaned and sutured the wound, and he's had a tetanus shot. For the next few days, avoid getting the wound wet, eat a light diet, and change the dressing on time. If you develop a fever or the swelling and redness of the wound worsens, come to the hospital immediately."

Xu An'an nodded repeatedly, memorizing every word of the doctor's instructions.

"By the way," the doctor added, "after the anesthesia wears off at night, you may experience severe pain. If you can't bear it, you can take some painkillers, but you need to control the dosage. Taking too much is not good for the wound and nerve recovery."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

When Xu An'an walked through the curtain, Yan Heng was sitting by the hospital bed. His upper body clothes had been cut open, and his entire left back and left arm were wrapped in thick bandages.

He heard footsteps, looked up, and his face was pale from blood loss.

Xu An'an didn't say anything, she just looked at him with red eyes.

Yan Heng gave a slight smirk and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

However, those two words brought tears to Xu An'an's eyes instantly.

Large tears streamed down his face and slammed onto the ground, breaking Yan Heng's heart.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, sounding flustered. "I'm really okay, it doesn't hurt at all—"

"You're lying!"

Xu An'an's voice was thick with nasal tone and trembling violently, "With so many stitches, how could it not hurt..."

The dull thud still makes Xu An'an faint with fear.

He was injured while protecting himself; if Yan Heng hadn't stood behind him, that iron frame might have hit her head instead.

She recalled his face, which had suddenly turned pale. If the metal frame had fallen at a slightly different angle, or if it had struck from a sharp, broken point, then Yan Heng…

Xu An'an experienced a severe heart spasm.

Intense fear caused tears to flow naturally.

"Why did you rush over there...?" She choked up, barely able to speak, "What if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Yan Heng interrupted Xu An'an, raising his right hand to touch her face. "Don't make negative assumptions. None of that happened. I'm fine now, and you're okay too. That's enough."

Xu An'an cried even harder.

She didn't want to cry in front of him, but the tears just wouldn't stop. She lowered her head and bit her lower lip hard.

Yan Heng looked at her shoulders, which were trembling uncontrollably, and felt both pain and tenderness in his heart.

He instinctively reached out to hug Xu An'an, but he forgot his current condition. The slightest movement aggravated his wounds.

"tear--"

Yan Heng couldn't help but gasp.

Xu An'an immediately raised her head.

I was so scared that I forgot to breathe.

"Don't move!" She rushed forward to support Yan Heng, "The wound will reopen!"

"Then stop crying." Yan Heng looked at the tears streaming down his face and sighed helplessly. "You've made my heart ache more than if I needed stitches."

Xu An'an was stunned for a moment.

Tears still clung to her eyelashes as she sniffed hard, forcing back the bitter, surging tears.

"I'm not crying anymore," she said, wiping her eyes haphazardly with the back of her hand. "Don't worry, it hurts..."

The curtain was lifted again, and Song Zhe walked in.

Seeing the situation of the two people in front of him, he paused for a moment, instinctively realizing that he had come at the wrong time.

But the situation was urgent, so he braced himself and stepped forward to report: "President Yan, the scene has been cordoned off. The props team has done a preliminary investigation and said that the accident was caused by the aging and loosening of the bolts on the fixing frame."

"No," Yan Heng's gaze darkened slightly.

"I specifically took people to check this morning. All the important parts from the props department are new. One break is possible, but two important load-bearing points coming loose can't be a coincidence. Check again."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

After speaking, Song Zhe looked at Yan Heng's body covered in bandages and hesitated before saying, "Mr. Yan, you need someone to take care of you. I'll arrange it—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice with a heavy nasal tone:

"I'll take care of him."

These five words shocked both Yan Heng and Song Zhe.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at Xu An'an.

Xu An'an did not avoid their gaze.

"Yan Heng was injured because of me. It's only right and wrong that I take care of him."