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

He didn't give Xu An'an any time to adjust.

The kiss slid from the lips to the chin, carrying a long-suppressed urgency and burning passion.

Xu An'an was pinned down by him, enveloped by his aura.

Her fingertips gripped the sheets tightly, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest.

She could sense that Yan Heng was out of control, and this powerful sense of aggression made her instinctively afraid.

But instead of backing away, she tilted her chin up slightly and nestled herself deeper into his embrace.

Xu An'an tilted her head back, her breathing disordered and rapid.

If she could, she wouldn't want any of this to happen now.

She hasn't officially started anything with Yan Heng yet, and she's not even legally single right now.

This is not what she wanted.

But the doctor's words kept echoing in her mind.

Painkillers were ineffective for Yan Heng.

Such a deep wound, with those hideous black stitches, would be unbearable for an ordinary person, let alone for Yan Heng, who is more sensitive to pain.

When he shielded himself, was he unaware of his own pain sensitivity?

How much pain must it have hurt him when that blow hit him...

He was in so much pain, but he kept pretending...

Xu An'an's heart trembled uncontrollably.

She was willing to do anything to relieve his pain...

Xu An'an closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Just when she thought things were going in the direction she expected—

Yan Heng suddenly stopped moving.

His lips were still on the crook of her neck, and he was breathing heavily, as if he was trying his best to calm himself down.

"Xu An'an..."

He called her name, his voice so low and hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Xu An'an responded softly.

Yan Heng placed his right hand beside her ear, seemingly using great willpower to prop himself up, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat on his forehead falling onto her collarbone.

Xu An'an was a little confused for a moment.

"...Yan Heng?"

Her voice was both shy and timid.

In the darkness, Yan Heng slowly shook his head.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice trembled hoarsely: "Now... it will hurt you."

Xu An'an looked at him and said without hesitation, "I'm not afraid."

"I'm scared." Yan Heng closed his eyes briefly. "...I'm afraid you'll be in pain."

Xu An'an was stunned.

She turned her head and looked at his taut jawline, a wave of bitterness welling up inside her. "But you..."

"Don't move." Yan Heng lowered his head, his forehead resting against her shoulder, trying to calm his breathing.

How could I not want to?

He wanted it so badly!

I'm so worried about it my bones are aching.

But just now, at his most out of control, comments from yesterday's trending topics suddenly flashed through his mind.

If he hadn't been trending on social media yesterday, he would definitely have followed his instincts without a second thought.

But those vicious words pierced his reason like ice needles.

He forced his chaotic mind to start thinking.

Yesterday, Xu An'an was able to ignore those negative comments because she had a clear conscience.

But if it really happens today, what will she do if she sees similar comments in the future?

How could she possibly be completely indifferent?

Yan Heng himself has a very low sense of morality and doesn't care about bearing any infamy, but Xu An'an is different.

She appears carefree, but in reality, she is consistently harsh on herself. Even though Lu Yiming had already cheated on her during their marriage, she never wanted to go this far before they were divorced.

The reason she's acting this way today... is simply to alleviate her pain.

Yan Heng gritted his teeth.

Xu An'an was able to go to such lengths for him, so how could he possibly take advantage of her soft heart and do whatever he wanted?

Since Xu An'an wanted a clean start, he was determined to give it to her no matter what.

With all his willpower, Yan Heng finally pulled himself back from the edge of the cliff.

He rolled over to lie on his side, wrapped his right arm around her waist, and pulled Xu An'an into his embrace.

"...I will wait until you are divorced."

"Now... let me hold you for a little while."

……

Meanwhile, at home, Ye Ruyan gripped her phone tightly. "Sister Wan'er, we failed."

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone, then Lin Wan'er's soft voice came through: "What happened?"

"It's Brother Yan."

Ye Ruyan gritted her teeth, "I never expected him to come to the film set. When he brought people to inspect the place this morning, he scared away the two people I hired. Later, I went to loosen the screws myself... When that frame fell, he rushed forward to protect her. It was such a close call; otherwise, Xu An'an would have been badly injured, if not killed!"

It's President Yan again...

Lin Wan'er frowned, and when she spoke again, her voice carried just the right amount of worry: "Can you get away with this? Don't let them find out about you."

"No," Ye Ruyan scoffed dismissively, "I've already found someone to take the blame."

"That's good..." Lin Wan'er seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then added meaningfully, "This President Yan is so good to Xu An'an, he didn't forget to protect her even in such a dangerous moment..."

Ye Ruyan instantly exploded, "Who knows what tricks she used behind the scenes?! An old woman, still restless even after marriage, all she does is seduce men!"

Lin Wan'er was extremely satisfied with Ye Ruyan's reaction. "I understand you, Ruyan."

"Back then, Yiming and I..." Lin Wan'er hesitated, her voice tinged with grievance and suppressed emotion, "Sigh, I never imagined that after all these years she would still be so eager to climb the social ladder..."

Ye Ruyan had heard some things about the Lu and Lin families before. Although she didn't know the truth, after hearing Lin Wan'er say this, she was very certain that Xu An'an was a third party—just like she had interfered in her relationship with her brother Yan Heng!

"I knew it! That haughty attitude of hers was all an act! What kind of movie queen is she? She's just a slut who seduces men! Sister Wan'er, don't worry, if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time. I don't believe she can be protected forever."

"Ruyan," Lin Wan'er's voice was extremely gentle, "I appreciate your kindness. But you must ensure your safety first; everything else is secondary. I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

Ye Ruyan's heart warmed: "Sister Wan'er, you're just too kind. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The phone hangs up.

The smile on Lin Wan'er's face vanished instantly, and her eyes turned cold.

They're really useless.

This opportunity also allowed Xu An'an to emerge unscathed...

Xu An'an can live, but the child in her womb must die!

Xu An'an...why is it that someone always protects her?

Yiming was protecting her, and now even the all-powerful CEO Yan was protecting her...

President Yan...

Lin Wan'er suddenly remembered the face she had seen at the Cheng family banquet last time.

That was actually the first time Lin Wan'er had met the legendary CEO Yan, but she felt like she'd seen him somewhere before... but not in person. CEO Yan's appearance was truly unforgettable; if she had seen him at the banquet before, she would have had an even deeper impression...

Where have I seen that before...?

Lin Wan'er had a gut feeling that this matter was very important.

As she was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss—" The maid gently pushed open the door, carrying a mop, and was about to speak.

"go out!"

Lin Wan'er turned her head sharply and said sternly, "Who let you in? You ill-mannered brat!"

The maid trembled at her outburst, swallowed the words she was about to say, and quickly lowered her head and retreated, closing the door behind her.

Lin Wan'er sat back down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. She continued to think—where exactly had she seen Yan Heng before?

That must have happened a long time ago...

After being forced to marry into the Pan family, she strongly resisted going out to social events with Pan Zhenhua. She felt disgusted just seeing that good-for-nothing playboy and wished he would be arrested as soon as possible!

Pan Zhenhua attributed her coldness to his disdain for his own incompetence and his eagerness to prove himself to her.

Lin Wan'er remembered that one day, he sent her a photo, which seemed to be a candid shot taken at the dinner table:

"Don't look down on me. Look at me, everyone's begging me to do business with them!"

Lin Wan'er assumed he was just having another fit of madness, but the overly handsome profile in the photo still left a slight impression on her.

Lin Wan'er didn't pay much attention to the rest.

But not long after that incident, the Pan family suddenly encountered trouble...

Now that I think about it, the person in that photo... seems to be Yan Heng!

Lin Wan'er suddenly stood up.

The phone I use in Hong Kong is in the study downstairs; the records should still be there!

Her heart was pounding, and she rushed downstairs to check.

My foot had barely stepped onto the step when my slipper suddenly slipped.

Lin Wan'er lost her balance and fell uncontrollably, tumbling down the stairs.

A sharp pain exploded from my lower abdomen.

"Ah—!" she screamed, her clothes instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She instinctively reached out to cover her stomach, but touched something warm and wet.

The ground was covered in blood.