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

Lu Yiming used all his strength when he slammed him down.

Yan Heng did not resist.

His back and left arm slammed hard against the solid wall. The already swollen wound was aggravated by the impact, and intense pain burst forth from the stitches.

A layer of cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and he couldn't suppress a muffled groan.

Although the sound was restrained, it was like a needle piercing Xu An'an's ear.

She suddenly came to her senses.

Yan Heng's wound!

"Let him go!"

She staggered forward, using all her strength to shove away the man in front of her, who exuded a violent aura.

Lu Yiming staggered and took a half step back unexpectedly. The fierce anger surging in his eyes was stirred up even more violently by this push.

Xu An'an completely ignored the furious man behind her, turned around and helped Yan Heng up, her eyes filled with undisguised urgency and heartache.

"Are you alright? Has your wound reopened?"

Bright red blood had already seeped through the shirt, and Xu An'an's heart skipped a beat. "Let me see..."

Ignoring the fact that they were still outside, she instinctively reached out to lift Yan Heng's clothes.

This scene unfolded completely before Lu Yiming's eyes.

He stood frozen in place, his pupils fixed on the two people not far away.

It was as if they were nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Xu An'an stood on tiptoe slightly, her brows furrowed, her lips pursed, and her eyes filled with undisguised heartache and anxiety. Her fingers gently touched the gauze at the edge of Yan Heng's wound, her movements as light as if she were touching some fragile treasure, afraid that even a little more force would cause him more pain.

Lu Yiming felt as if his heart had been gripped and twisted tightly.

He suddenly remembered many years ago, when he drank too much at a business dinner and suffered a stomach hemorrhage. Xu An'an rushed to the hospital that night, her eyes red with tears, and she touched his hand carefully, asking him if he was in pain...

At that time, all her tenderness, heartache, and anxiety belonged entirely to him.

A strong, metallic taste suddenly welled up in my throat, stuck tightly in my chest.

Lu Yiming clenched his back teeth, his jawline stiffening. His palms were tightly clenched, his sharp nails digging deep into his flesh, but the piercing pain did nothing to suppress the surging, insane jealousy within him.

Xu An'an belongs to him.

How could she show such tenderness and care to another man?

Why should he share that tenderness that belongs only to him with others?!

Extreme jealousy completely consumed the last shred of reason.

Lu Yiming's eyes were bloodshot. He rushed forward and roughly ripped Xu An'an's shoulder away.

The force was so great that Xu An'an staggered a few steps.

Before she could even regain her balance, a dull thud rang in her ears—

Lu Yiming grabbed Yan Heng by the collar and slammed him against the wall again, his right fist raised high, veins bulging, with a fierce intent to tear him apart.

"Lu Yiming!!"

Xu An'an almost screamed.

She rushed back like a madwoman, squeezing in front of Yan Heng, stretching out her arms to block his raised fist.

"Try touching him again!"

She tilted her head back, her eyes bloodshot, her chest heaving violently.

Lu Yiming's fist froze in mid-air.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Xu An'an in front of him.

Her slender back was taut, her arms outstretched, firmly blocking Yan Heng's path, her whole body trembling with excitement.

She was protecting him.

She was using her body to protect another man.

Jealousy, like a poisonous vine, coiled tightly around his heart, tightening ever more, almost crushing his heart and lungs.

"...Get out of the way."

Lu Yiming's voice was so low and hoarse that it seemed to be coming from the depths of his throat.

"No!"

Xu An'an's voice was resolute.

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"An'an, be a good girl."

His voice was suppressed to the point of being broken, even carrying a faint hint of humble pleading: "Get out of the way... This is none of your business."

Xu An'an remained motionless. She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and once again looked directly at the face that was once so familiar to her.

"Lu Yiming,"

Her voice trembled slightly, but her determination was undeniable:

"I love him."

Three words.

It was a bombshell.

Lu Yiming and Yan Heng were both stunned.

The air was deathly silent.

The night was thick and quiet, and there was not a sound to be heard.

Only the dim streetlights cast the shadows of the three figures facing off on the ground.

"...What did you say?"

It was Yan Heng who broke the silence first.

His voice was hoarse, as if he wasn't sure if what he was hearing was true.

Xu An'an then remembered that Yan Heng was still there.

I was too anxious to say that, and the thought of saying it to his face made me blush.

She was too embarrassed to turn around and felt that now was not the time to talk to him about these things, so she reached out her hand behind her to signal him to be quiet.

But Yan Heng clearly misunderstood.

He grabbed Xu An'an's outstretched hand, turned her around by her shoulders, and moved quickly, completely disregarding his wound.

"You...you just said you loved me, didn't you?"

He sought confirmation once more, and his usually dark eyes now shone with an incredible light, like two flames ignited in the night, staring intently at her, as if he would not give up until he got the answer he wanted.

Xu An'an knew his temper.

Left with no other choice, she could only blush and nod slightly.

Yan Heng's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and all the coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes melted away at that moment, transforming into a smile that had never appeared on his face before, almost radiant.

He looked at her as if she were his entire world, which he had lost and then regained. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

Xu An'an was startled and quickly dodged, stomping on his foot hard.

Lu Yiming is still here!

She gently nudged him and turned around.

Just a few seconds.

But Lu Yiming looked as if he had aged ten years.

He stood there, utterly defeated.

His shoulders slumped, his back bent, like an old tree slowly collapsing after being struck by lightning. His eyes were red-rimmed, his lips trembled slightly, and it seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing him like this, Xu An'an felt bad too.

She sighed, her voice softening considerably: "Yiming, I think I made myself very clear last time. Now that we both have new lives, let's... let each other go."

"I don't want a new life..."

Lu Yiming finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground against sandpaper: "I only want you. An'an, we're not divorced yet..."

"They will divorce."

Xu An'an's voice was calm, almost cruelly calm, "The first trial is the day after tomorrow. If they don't grant the divorce in the first trial, they will in the second."

"Yiming, why do we have to make things so ugly? Wouldn't it be better to part amicably?"

Lu Yiming remained silent.

Pain and despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He stood there, trembling all over, as if he might shatter at any moment.

After all, they were people who had spent every day together. Looking at him, Xu An'an felt a pang of sadness, but she would not soften her heart because of it.

She shook her head, feeling that there was no point in continuing the conversation, turned around, took Yan Heng's hand, and prepared to leave.

"An'an".

Lu Yiming's voice came from behind, hoarse and broken.

Xu An'an paused, but did not turn around.

A rustling sound came from behind.

With trembling hands, Lu Yiming pulled something out of his inner pocket.

"An'an,"

His voice seemed to be squeezed from his chest, carrying a final, humble plea, "I want to use this card."

"This card is for me. You said... if I show you this card, you will forgive me unconditionally once."