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

Chapter 93: Xu An'an is going to film a bed scene.

The movie was halfway through when the food was ready.

Xu An'an had just randomly clicked on one of her movie collections without paying close attention to what movies she had played.

It was only then that I realized I had just randomly put on "Angel".

Uh.

Xu An'an felt a little embarrassed.

The main thing is that this movie is really subtle.

It was because of their collaboration on "Anqi" that Xu An'an fell in love with and married Lu Yiming.

It's so strange to be showing this movie now...

Xu An'an wanted to turn it off, but Yan Heng stopped her.

"I'm almost done watching."

He watched intently, his gaze fixed on the screen.

"Haven't you seen it before?" Xu An'an's fingers curled awkwardly.

"No," Yan Heng said.

Xu An'an was stunned for a moment.

This film is her highest-grossing film, and it even set a record in film history. Several of her most memorable scenes are still widely circulated on short videos.

If I remember correctly, "Angel" performed well in the European and American markets. Although it was difficult for a commercial film to win awards at the three major film festivals, Hsu An-an gained a lot of fans abroad because of this film.

Even if Yan Heng was still in England at the time, he should have seen it.

But Yan Heng was not lying.

He really hadn't read "Angel".

Back then, this movie was a huge hit across the country, and promotional posters were everywhere.

Xu An'an's face appeared in every corner he could see. Every time he caught a glimpse of her unexpectedly, his stomach would clench in spasms, as if an invisible hand was gripping his internal organs and twisting them forcefully.

He had watched all of Xu An'an's films countless times, but he didn't even have the courage to click on this one.

This movie marks the beginning of Xu An'an and Lu Yiming's story, but also the start of his desperate nightmare.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to sit here so calmly, wanting to finish reading it.

Halfway through the film, the plot hit a low point.

On the screen, Anqi is facing the most difficult choice of her life.

"If..." Yan Heng suddenly spoke, his voice deep, "If I had approached you first with 'Breaking the Cocoon,' would you still have accepted 'Angel'?"

This problem has tormented him for many years.

During the most difficult period, whenever he got drunk, he would dream about the time before it all began.

In fact, he had prepared the script for "Breaking the Cocoon" a long time ago.

That year at Cannes, he saw Xu An'an shed tears because she didn't win an award. From then on, he devoted all his energy to searching for good scripts and preparing film projects. But he knew that good scripts needed polishing, and he had promised to help her win an award, so he never wanted her to experience failure again.

He was extremely cautious about this project, spending more than half a year refining it.

In the six months that followed, Xu An'an accepted Lu Yiming's invitation.

For six years, he has asked himself more than once: if he had come earlier, would everything have been different?

This question is cruel because whatever the answer is, it will cause him pain.

But today, he still asked it.

Xu An'an was slightly taken aback when she heard this, and then fell into a long silence.

She knew that her decision to agree to Lu Yiming's request back then was not entirely accidental.

She met Lu Yiming at that summer camp when she graduated from high school.

At that time, Lu Yiming was a dream figure for all girls. Although Xu An'an was beautiful, she was just an ordinary dance student at the time, and only briefly participated in that summer camp full of rich kids because of an award certificate.

She knew that the dazzling, spirited young master Lu was from a different world than her. So even after her brief encounter with Lu Yiming on that rainy day, she never imagined there would be any further developments between them.

The most unforgettable are the heart-fluttering feelings of a girl with low self-esteem.

So many years later, when Xu An'an saw Lu Yiming at her door, she recognized him at a glance.

At that time, he was exhausted by the group's predicament, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained, as if she was the only one in the world who could save him.

Faced with him like that, Xu An'an couldn't bring herself to say a word of refusal.

Back then, Yan Heng... she truly only saw him as a younger brother. Perhaps there were some unnecessary things, but that slightest possibility of ambiguity was severed by her own hands the moment she learned Yan Heng's true identity.

Xu An'an looks like her mother, but her personality is very much like her father's.

In any relationship, she only wants to be the giver. Once she realizes that the other person no longer needs her, she will leave decisively.

When she first met Lu Yiming, she hesitated because of the gap between them.

When she learned Yan Heng's true identity, she subconsciously knew that the eldest young master of the Yan family would not need her, so she took the initiative to cut off contact.

If Lu Yiming, down on his luck, and Yan Heng, at the height of his fame, had both come to her at the same time, Xu An'an knew in her heart that...

She will still choose Lu Yiming.

She didn't want to lie to Yan Heng.

But at this moment, looking into Yan Heng's dark eyes, she didn't say those words to him.

She didn't say anything, but got up and walked to the TV.

In the scene, Angie stands at a crossroads, with a bottomless abyss behind her and an unknown path shrouded in mist before her. She is about to make a choice, a choice that will determine the fate of her entire life—

The scene abruptly ended.

Xu An'an turned off the power.

"Yan Heng, there are no 'what ifs' in this world. What has already happened cannot be undone, but I can tell you this..."

"I will never choose him again."

……

After the two had dinner, Xu An'an changed Yan Heng's dressing.

The wound had healed considerably. After changing the dressing, she sent a photo of the wound to the doctor, as usual.

The doctor replied quickly, via voice message. Xu An'an pressed playback:

"Mr. Yan's metabolism is truly amazing. His wound is healing very well and is almost completely healed. He can now do some light exercise, and he can come back in two days to have the stitches removed."

Xu An'an was very happy to hear this news.

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Yan Heng was injured because of her, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that he was alright. Besides, the film crew was starting work tomorrow, and she was already a little worried about not being able to take care of him after work started.

Since the doctor said I can move around a little, I should be able to take care of myself at least without any problems.

Now that she could take care of herself, she felt there was no need for her to continue living there.

She turned off her phone and said to Yan Heng, "I'll head back now. Call me on WeChat if you need anything."

"No!"

Upon hearing that she was leaving, Yan Heng instinctively refused.

He frowned, somewhat awkwardly saying, "I... I still feel a lot of pain in my wound."

"?"

The day he got stitches, he was in so much pain he almost ground his teeth to powder, but he stubbornly insisted he wasn't in pain. Now that the wound is almost healed, has he started complaining of pain?

Seeing Xu An'an's disbelief, Yan Heng frowned.

He deliberately supported his left arm, let out an affected groan, and leaned down as if to weakly embrace her: "It really hurts..."

Xu An'an was speechless.

"Yan Heng," she raised her arm and pressed it against the man's firm chest, "and nobody has told you that your acting is really terrible."

Having been exposed, Yan Heng simply stopped pretending.

He grasped her slender wrist, easily removing the slight resistance, and forcefully pulled her back into his arms.

"I just don't want you to leave."

He was as stubborn as a child. Xu An'an struggled to lift her head from his embrace, "But I want to see the script."

"You can watch it here too."

Absolutely not.

Xu An'an recalled the past two days. Every time she focused on reading the script, Yan Heng would come over like a giant wolfhound before long.

Before, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but after that night, every time Yan Heng got close, he would capture most of her attention. Even his scent could involuntarily remind Xu An'an of what they had almost done but hadn't finished that night...

"It really won't work."

Xu An'an shook her head, firmly refusing, "Tomorrow's scene is very important, and I must get into character tonight."

"What play?"

"yes--"

Xu An'an was about to answer when she suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, she pulled away from Yan Heng's embrace, her face slightly flushed, and said:

"Never mind that, I'll go back and look at the script first. I'll come with you to get your stitches removed in a couple of days."

After saying that, she fled out the door as if she were escaping.

Yan Heng was startled when he heard the door close.

His intuition told him something was wrong.

He took out his phone: "Song Zhe, send me a copy of Xu An'an's script for tomorrow."

A few seconds later, the script arrived.