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

Yan Heng was suddenly taken aback.

look up.

She looked at Xu An'an in disbelief.

Xu An'an didn't look at him.

Still looking out the window, he said to himself:

"He has a boyfriend he's been dating for five years, who is six years older than him, exactly the same age as me. Deng Xiao wants to propose to his boyfriend on his birthday. So, he's been asking me for advice on how to plan something more surprising."

A different kind of silence fell over the carriage.

Yan Heng's face turned pale and then red, completely unprepared for the truth to be like this.

After a while, Xu An'an turned around, held out her hand to him, and said, "Give me your phone."

Yan Heng stiffly placed the phone in her hand.

Xu An'an took it, unlocked it, opened the chat history with Deng Xiao, and handed it to him.

The screen clearly displayed Xu An'an's advice to him:

"Take him out to sea on a small yacht, preferably at night, to keep things quiet. A candlelight dinner, cake, and fireworks as the birthday candles are blown out..."

The more Yan Heng read the lines of small characters, the more stiff he became.

He then realized that Xu An'an's suggestion was exactly the same as the entire process he had followed when celebrating Xu An'an's birthday in Milan.

But the other person clearly asked about how to propose...

Xu An'an answered in this way,

Does that mean—

That night, Xu An'an thought about marrying him!

Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat.

My blood boiled with excitement at this realization.

He suddenly looked up and stared at Xu An'an.

Xu An'an didn't look at him.

He simply calmly put his phone away, locked the screen, and put it back in his pocket.

The disappointment and indifference in his expression were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the boiling fervor in Yan Heng's entire body.

Yan Heng's heart skipped a beat.

"...I'm sorry," he stammered, "I didn't know he was...I thought you..."

"What do you think I am?"

Xu An'an retorted, "You think I like him? Just because we filmed a bed scene?" She scoffed, "In your eyes, am I just that kind of fickle person?"

"No! I never thought that way!"

"And why are you doing this?"

"I--"

Yan Heng opened his mouth but then stopped.

He didn't know how to explain it; he felt that every word he tried to say would only make things worse.

"Yan Heng, I am truly disappointed in you."

Xu An'an's voice was weary. "It's fine if you're jealous of Lu Yiming, but you can't interfere with my normal work and social life. I'm an adult."

"If you don't even have the most basic trust in me, then..." Xu An'an sighed, "I really don't know how to get along with you."

Yan Heng was stunned for a few seconds.

What does this sentence mean?

Is it tiring to be with him?

So... is she tired of him?

An overwhelming sense of panic gripped Yan Heng's heart.

He instinctively wanted to hug Xu An'an tightly, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

He was pushed away.

Xu An'an, supporting herself on her arms, interrupted him with exhaustion but determination.

"You can't keep getting away with this every time."

"Without trust, the same thing will happen next time a problem arises."

She had been misunderstood by Yan Heng's cold attitude all day, and the resentment she had been building up was nearing its limit. Now that she had an outlet, she couldn't help but want to say some hurtful things.

"Yan Heng, you always try to compete with Lu Yiming. But there's one thing you're not as good at as him."

Xu An paused, his voice carrying a barbed indifference:

"At least during those years, Lu Yiming trusted me."

......

For the next two days, Yan Heng did not come to the set.

Xu An'an did not see him in the small building either.

But Xu An'an knew he was there.

Because every night around midnight, she could hear the roar of engines downstairs.

Xu An'an knew nothing about cars, but now she could tell whether the driver was Yan Heng just by his voice.

Yan Heng didn't drive these past two days; his driver brought him back.

Yan Heng's steps were somewhat unsteady as he stopped at her doorway.

Xu An'an thought he would knock on the door.

But he never did.

That was a very harsh statement.

That day, the moment the words left her mouth, Xu An'an regretted them.

Lu Yiming is the thorn in Yan Heng's side that he can't get over. No matter what, Xu An'an shouldn't use this thorn to hurt him.

Although they lived in the same house, the two met again at the hospital.

Upon seeing each other, they both paused for a moment.

Yan Heng did not expect Xu An'an to be here.

Xu An'an was indeed surprised that Yan Heng had lost so much weight in just two days.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Heng frowned. "Are you injured? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Yan Heng's worried expression, Xu An'an's heart softened.

"I promised to be with you when you get your stitches removed, and I always keep my word."

Yan Heng breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

He has lost so much weight recently, making his already well-defined face appear even more deep and sinister. Because he hasn't shaved his beard properly, he looks much older and more weathered than his age.

Xu An'an felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything more now. "Let's go in and remove the wires first."

"it is good."

......

Inside the treatment room, the lights were blindingly white.

Yan Heng took off his clothes.

The doctor removed the gauze and frowned immediately upon seeing the wound.

"How could this happen?"

Xu An'an's heart tightened.

"What's wrong?"

She stood directly opposite Yan Heng, unable to see the injuries on his back, but the doctor's furrowed brow made her heart leap into her throat.

She quickly went around behind Yan Heng and peeked out.

Yan Heng's wound, which had almost healed, was now abnormally red and swollen, with slightly raised edges and the skin around the sutures taut and shiny.

The wound is swollen.

Xu An'an's heart clenched.

How could this happen?

"Doctor, is it because it hasn't been disinfected for the past two days?"

Xu An'an couldn't help but ask.

The doctor said a couple of days ago that it was healing well and that it no longer needed daily dressing changes; it could just heal on its own.

It was because of those words that she felt relieved and stopped paying attention to his wound. Otherwise, even if she was still angry with Yan Heng, she would never have abandoned him.

"It has nothing to do with disinfection."

The doctor shook his head. "The previous skin has already healed, so there's no need for repeated disinfection. His condition is more like an internal traction or external impact causing an inflammatory reaction in the wound."

The doctor turned to Yan Heng: "Mr. Yan, have you strained your wound recently?"

"...Maybe." Yan Heng's eyes flickered slightly. "I can't remember."

The doctor examined the wound again, frowning. "Have you been drinking recently?"

Yan Heng did not answer.

Xu An'an's breath hitched for a moment, then she looked sharply at Yan Heng.

"Have you been drinking?"

Her voice betrayed her barely suppressed anger.

Alcohol is a major no-no for skin injuries.

Not only will it slow down the healing process after an injury, but it may also cause secondary infections.

This is common sense; Yan Heng couldn't possibly not know it!

Xu An'an took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady: "Why did you drink?"

"...There are social engagements I can't refuse."

Yan Heng's voice was very low, and even he himself felt guilty about what he said.

Xu An'an almost laughed out of anger.

Yan Heng, the future head of the Yan Group.

Looking across the entire planet, how many people would actually dare to force him to drink?

The two faced each other in silence.

The doctor broke the deadlock by speaking at the right moment.

"The stitches can't be removed in this situation. We need to clean the wound first, control the inflammation, and wait for the swelling to go down before it heals. I'll also prescribe some anti-inflammatory medication for you. Take it on time, and absolutely do not drink alcohol for the next few days, otherwise the wound will become infected again, which will be troublesome."

"These next two days are very important," the doctor said, looking at Xu An'an. "You should take good care of Mr. Yan."