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

Xu An'an is very efficient at cooking; she prepared four dishes and a soup in less than an hour.

Several times Yan Heng tried to go into the kitchen to help, but Xu An'an chased him away, saying, "I don't need you. Go watch TV in the living room!"

She didn't want to be in the same space as Yan Heng at all right now.

This feeling was so strange; she seemed unable to control her thoughts, and she would misinterpret everything Yan Heng did.

She even regretted agreeing to have dinner with Yan Heng.

She had eaten with him so many times before without feeling anything, but now, just sitting at the same table with Yan Heng made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The meal was eaten in silence; Xu An'an even deliberately avoided using her chopsticks on Yan Heng.

"Xu An'an," Yan Heng noticed Xu An'an's unusual behavior, put down his chopsticks, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Xu An'an finished the last two mouthfuls of rice in her bowl, feigning ignorance, "What? What's wrong? Eat your food, is it not to your liking?"

Yan Heng stared directly at Xu An'an. "Why are you avoiding me?"

Xu An'an choked on a mouthful of food and coughed violently. Yan Heng wanted to reach out and pat her, but Xu An'an subtly avoided him.

She got up and went to the kitchen to drink a large glass of water: "Cough...cough...I didn't, we're eating together now..."

Yan Heng withdrew his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, and frowned: "You know that's not what I meant."

Xu An'an remained silent.

Of course she knew what he was talking about.

But how should she tell him?

Objectively speaking, Yan Heng's actions were not out of line; the problem lay with him.

Is she going to tell Yan Heng, "Stay away from me, or I'll start overthinking things"?

How embarrassing!

Xu An'an poured herself another glass of water, but didn't drink it. She held the glass for a long time, then sighed softly.

Well, since things have come to this, no matter how embarrassing it is, it's better to make things clear.

Xu An'an put down her water glass, looked up, and said earnestly, "Yan Heng, I think we should—"

The ringing of her cell phone interrupted Xu An'an's words.

Xu An'an was taken aback, looked down at her phone, and saw it was Zheng Wei.

Strangely, she had already handed over all the company's affairs when she left Fengcheng, and even if there were any omissions, she had handed them over to Attorney He for full management.

What could Zheng Wei want from her at this time?

Xu An'an answered the phone: "Weiwei, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Xu..." Zheng Wei seemed very anxious, but her words carried a hint of hesitation: "Mr. Xu, I know I shouldn't be contacting you at this time, but I really have no other choice..."

"It's okay, take your time."

As Xu An'an listened to Zheng Wei's voice on the phone, her brows gradually furrowed, her expression shifting from surprise to anger, until her fingers trembled slightly.

"Okay, I understand. Tell everyone not to be afraid, I'll handle it." Xu An'an hung up the phone.

Noticing that Xu An'an was acting strangely, Yan Heng frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu An'an seemed not to hear, staring at her phone with a complicated expression.

She seemed to be going through a fierce internal struggle, her fingers trembling on the keyboard, before finally pressing a string of numbers that she had already memorized.

The call was answered quickly.

"An'an," Lu Yiming's deep voice came through the static.

"I told you, you'd regret it."

......

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a smooth stop in front of a teahouse.

"Thank you, Yan Heng. I'll have Dongdong pick me up later." After saying that, Xu An'an eagerly opened the car door, wanting to get out.

"Wait," Yan Heng grabbed her wrist, "tell me, what exactly happened?"

Xu An'an paused slightly, looking at his gaze. Perhaps Yan Heng really could help her.

But why should he help her?

Both publicly and privately, what grounds did she have to speak to Yan Heng?

Xu An'an gently pulled her wrist away and shook her head: "This is my own business. Thank you."

Watching Xu An'an's figure hurriedly disappear into the teahouse, Yan Heng frowned and dialed a number:

"Song Zhe, investigate the Lu family's situation."

......

Xu An'an followed the waiter's directions to the door of the private room.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.

A man was sitting inside the room.

The man looked up at the sound and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Come, sit down and have some tea, it's your favorite Maojian."

Xu An'an walked over and sat down, but didn't take a teacup. She put her bag aside and calmly said, "I didn't come here to drink tea."

She asked directly, "Lu Yiming, why did you do this?"

Lu Yiming put down the teapot in his hand and looked at Xu An'an gently: "An'an, you suddenly threw a tantrum and refused to see me, so I have to do something about it."

"Just because of that?"

Xu An'an looked at the man opposite her in disbelief, finding it utterly absurd: "You suddenly arranged an internal audit of the group, sidelined all leadership positions at Yi'an Technology, and suspended all business operations, just to force me to come see you? Lu Yiming, are you crazy?"

"Yes," Lu Yiming readily admitted.

"I returned home from a business trip to find my wife missing, leaving me only a divorce agreement. I chased after her to another city to find out what had happened, only to discover that she had gotten into another man's car right in front of me."

"An'an, do you think I still have any sense left?"

Xu An'an found Lu Yiming's accusations utterly ridiculous.

Now, in the mouth of the man she had loved for so many years, everything seemed to be her fault...

Xu An'an looked at those amber eyes that she had once loved so dearly, and sighed with a trembling voice.

After a long pause, she slowly spoke: "Lu Yiming, I know about you and Lin Wan'er."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiming's hand holding the teacup suddenly paused.

Most of the warm tea spilled out, wetting his sleeves.

He was wearing a gray shirt today, which Xu An'an bought for him. She used to love seeing Lu Yiming wear gray, always feeling that the color suited him well, making him look gentle, refined, and... clean.

Xu An'an lowered her eyes slightly. The area of ​​the gray cuff that was soaked continued to expand, and the dark gray water stains meandered down her forearm like an abrupt, ugly scar.

So this is what happens when clean gray is splashed with sewage.

It's obviously ugly.

"So that's why," Lu Yiming quickly calmed down.

He smiled casually, "It's still because of her brother's matter last time, right? An'an, you misunderstood. I told you before, she's been married for a long time, but her husband had an accident recently and is now facing great difficulties. I'm just helping her out."

As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip as if the "scar" on his cuff did not exist.

Xu An'an almost let out a cold laugh.

She was tired of saying similar things, and she wanted to stop there and leave everyone with some dignity.

Even now, Lu Yiming is still lying to her...

Just how shameless is Lu Yiming?

"Lin Wan'er is pregnant."

Xu An'an spoke coldly, raising her eyes to look at Lu Yiming, her gaze icy:

"Your baby should be three months old by now, right?"