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

As I stepped out of the treatment room, a night breeze swept over me, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Xu An'an walked ahead without saying a word.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Yan Heng habitually headed towards the driver's seat.

Xu An'an raised her hand to stop him.

"Get out. I'll drive."

Yan Heng paused for a moment, glanced at her expression, and without arguing, silently opened the passenger door.

On the way back, the carriage was so quiet that only the occasional navigation notification sound could be heard.

Xu An'an gripped the steering wheel, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her expression calm, but the oppressive atmosphere in her silence was suffocating.

Yan Heng turned his head to look at her several times, his lips moved, then closed again.

He knew she was angry.

He knew he was in the wrong.

The car stopped in front of the small building. Xu An'an turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, and still didn't say anything.

Yan Heng finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"...I'm really not in pain. Don't worry."

Xu An'an's fingers paused for a moment on the car door handle.

He didn't say anything, but got out of the car.

She wasn't just angry with him.

She was even angrier at herself.

Why didn't she think about Yan Heng's injury these past two days?

Even though she knew that the driver had brought Yan Heng back these past few nights, she never imagined it was because he had been drinking.

And why drink alcohol?

She recalled the disorderly footsteps she had heard outside her door on the nights of the past few days.

The reason is obvious.

It's because of her.

It was because of the thoughtless thing she said that day.

Xu An'an was filled with regret.

She didn't understand why she insisted on competing with Yan Heng back then.

Yan Heng's jealousy has been a long-standing issue.

I sometimes secretly enjoy the feeling of being valued, so how could I impulsively say such hurtful things?

Praising Lu Yiming in front of Yan Heng is no different from stabbing him with a sharp knife.

She stabbed him in the back, yet she couldn't bring herself to reconcile.

That's right.

For the past two days, she has been waiting for Yan Heng to take the initiative to contact her.

She didn't sleep when Yan Heng lingered outside her door late at night.

I wasn't asleep, but I didn't want to open the door.

Xu An'an didn't know why she was suddenly being so sentimental.

If Xu An'an had just taken the initiative to visit him these past two days, Yan Heng's wounds wouldn't have ended up like this!

This injury was caused by my own actions.

Now, it has worsened because of my own actions.

Xu An'an was truly disappointed in herself.

This disappointment left her unsure how to face Yan Heng.

Yan Heng had no idea what she was thinking.

He thought Xu An'an was still angry with him.

He did drink alcohol these past two days.

It wasn't a social engagement; it was a drinking session.

Xu An'an is right.

He is indeed not as good as Lu Yiming.

Even though Xu An'an isn't with him yet, he can't stand the presence of men around her.

In his drunken stupor, he stared at that door.

A crazy idea flashed through my mind.

He wanted to lock Xu An'an up.

If this door is locked, no one will be able to approach her anymore.

And she will always only ever see herself...

The moment this thought popped into Yan Heng's head, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew he was different from ordinary people. In some matters, his obsession and possessiveness were much stronger than others.

But he never thought that he was actually abnormal.

Just imagining the moment when he could keep Xu An'an by his side and completely possess her, his body and mind were already uncontrollably excited to the extreme.

While he was excited, he was also disgusted with himself.

He has become so ill.

Xu An'an must never find out.

Just the thought of being jealous made Xu An'an start to dislike herself.

He simply couldn't imagine what Xu An'an would do if she knew his true desires.

Fear, disgust... to escape.

He could not bear any of these consequences.

He was in great pain.

As if being pulled in opposite directions by two powerful forces, Yan Heng felt as if his heart was about to be torn apart.

He could only numb himself with more alcohol.

He had to suppress himself.

We absolutely cannot let Xu An'an see him in such a sickly state.

As for now...

Yan Heng gritted his teeth.

Although he can't be truly magnanimous, he can act it out.

The threat can be dealt with privately.

Just like he always has.

And Xu An'an doesn't need to know any of this.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Yan Heng chased after him.

"Xu An'an".

Xu An'an stopped and turned around when her wrist was grasped by a warm, large hand.

In the darkness, Yan Heng's face was somewhat blurred, only his eyes remained pure black.

It's like a hidden, deep abyss.

Xu An'an felt a strange flutter in her heart as she was stared at by those dark eyes, and forgot to pull her hand back.

"What's wrong?"

She turned her eyes away and asked.

"I've thought it through these past few days."

Yan Heng's voice was deep, "I will never interfere with your freedom again, nor will I make things difficult for you. I promise you. So... don't bother me, and don't tire yourself out. I will change anything you don't like."

Xu An'an was taken aback.

She looked up at him.

She never expected that someone as strong-willed as Yan Heng would say such a thing.

The act of ingratiating oneself borders on servility.

Seeing him like this, Xu An'an felt very uncomfortable.

"Let's go home first," Xu An'an said, lowering her head. "Let's heal our injuries before we talk about anything else."

The fact that she said that proves she has forgiven him.

Yan Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After his initial elation, he couldn't help but reach out to hug Xu An'an.

The two-day cold war felt like 20 years to Yan Heng.

His heart was hanging in suspense because of Xu An'an; only by holding her firmly in his arms could he finally feel at ease.

But just as he was about to embrace her—

A dark figure suddenly rushed over.

A gust of wind flashed by.

Before Yan Heng could even react, a heavy punch landed squarely on his cheekbone.

The immense impact threw him off balance, causing him to stumble backward and slam his back against a stone wall with a dull thud.

"roll!"

The man's furious voice was particularly terrifying in the quiet night, like a blunt knife cleaving through the silent air.

Xu An'an was startled.

She stood frozen in place, her mind seemingly emptied in an instant.

She slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice. Her gaze fell on the person's face, but it took her two or three seconds to recognize who it was.

Under the cold white streetlights, Lu Yiming's usually gentle profile was outlined with a cold and ruthless contour, revealing a kind of ruthlessness she had never seen before.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing was heavy and rapid, and his clenched fists, still carrying the residual force of a full-force strike, were trembling slightly.

Before Xu An'an could react, she saw Lu Yiming stride forward once again.

As if still not satisfied, he grabbed Yan Heng by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, his voice sounding as if each word was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Stay away from my woman!"