After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 1
In Zongming City, inside the large conference room on the 23rd floor of Royal Entertainment, a furious roar echoed.
A staff member passing by the door ran away like they were greased lightning, pretending they hadn’t heard anything.
Incidents like this were nothing new at Royal Entertainment. People had seen it too many times to care. If they could avoid it, they would. And when things were calm, it became just another story for gossip over tea.
“An Xiangdi! Director Qiu personally brought the contract to you, and you say you won’t sign it? Who the hell do you think you are?!” A middle-aged man in a silver suit was spitting mad, shouting at An Xiangdi, who was seated calmly.
An Xiangdi quietly kept his head down, looking at his phone. He let his agent Li Guan explode without responding.
Today, An Xiangdi was wearing a light gray wool sweater. The collar was a bit wide, hanging loosely off his frame. His sexy collarbones and a large area of fair skin were exposed. The sleeves were a little long, covering most of his pale hands, only showing the slender fingers holding the phone.
— Xiaoxiao: Can’t make it to dinner tonight.
— Xiaoxiao: Got a last-minute gig.
— Xiaoxiao: [photo.jpg]
Looking at the messages that popped up in the chat box, An Xiangdi pursed his lips tightly.
Shen Xiao had forwarded the assistant’s notice as-is, like a report. An Xiangdi wasn’t even sure whether to praise him for being proper.
After thinking for a moment, An Xiangdi gently tapped on the screen and replied:
— Dizi: Next time, you’re buying.
The other person was probably amused, sending back a sticker.
But before An Xiangdi could even look at it, a loud bang interrupted him. He looked up to see the tablet that had been in Li Guan’s hands now lying in pieces in the corner. It had clearly died a tragic death.
An Xiangdi narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression flickering. If he remembered correctly, that tablet belonged to someone from the business department.
Li Guan saw An Xiangdi finally look up, still with that indifferent attitude. His heart suddenly grew uneasy. After all, An Xiangdi was an Alpha, while he was just a regular Beta.
But he was still fuming and couldn’t back down now. To give himself some momentum, he raised his voice again and yelled, “Did you hear what I said? Don’t think just because you’re a little famous now that—”
An Xiangdi dimmed his phone screen and interrupted him, speaking quietly, “If I don’t take myself too seriously, do you expect me to take you seriously?”
Li Guan was stunned, not immediately realizing which part of his own words An Xiangdi had turned against him. Once it sank in, his face turned green with rage.
An Xiangdi pushed back with his foot slightly, causing his wheeled chair to glide a short distance backward. He slowly stood up, tugging at the sweater that had slipped off one shoulder, then slid one hand into his pocket. His long legs closed the distance between them in just a few steps.
Li Guan’s fury got caught in his throat. He tried to hold his ground but hated the humiliation. Even with height inserts in his shoes, he still had to look up at An Xiangdi, and his aura instantly shrank.
An Xiangdi looked down at him, lips curling slightly, not a trace of warmth in his eyes. “Li-ge, don’t bother wasting your breath. I’ve got a stack of offers waiting to be picked. Director Qiu’s stuff? Doesn’t even make the cut. Besides, his hands are anything but clean. What—does he want to lose another arm?”
Before Li Guan could respond, An Xiangdi put on a look of sudden realization and added sarcastically, “Oh wait… I didn’t know you were into that. If you want to get close to Director Qiu, you don’t need to use me as an excuse. Just say so, and I won’t stop you. After all… love conquers all, right?”
Li Guan’s face went from green to white in an instant. The young assistant beside him had to cover their mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
“You—you!” Li Guan spluttered, but after a long pause, still couldn’t form a full sentence.
An Xiangdi lifted a hand and lightly patted Li Guan’s shoulder—not so gently. “Honestly, if it works out, be sure to invite me to the wedding.”
With that, his expression went cold. He turned and left the conference room without looking back.
The young assistant hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the now-sweating Li Guan and said, “Bye, Li-ge,” before quickly catching up with An Xiangdi.
They walked all the way down to the underground parking garage. After getting into the van, An Xiangdi lounged lazily in the backseat.
The assistant had just sat down in the front when they glanced at the time and quickly reminded him, “Mr. An, at three o’clock you have the Cisheng magazine cover shoot, and afterward, you’ve got to shoot the MV for the new single.”
An Xiangdi mentally noted it, then remembered the shattered tablet from earlier and reminded him, “Xiao Gu, don’t forget to buy a new tablet.”
“Of course. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the company reimburses it.” Xiao Gu was a Beta, currently in his senior year of college. He had only joined An Xiangdi’s team two weeks ago as his assistant. Though not especially clever, he was quick and obedient—qualities An Xiangdi appreciated when heading out for work.
“No need, I’ll pay.” Without another word, An Xiangdi transferred 20,000 yuan directly to Xiao Gu’s account.
Xiao Gu felt a sudden pang of guilt—An Xiangdi wasn’t the one who broke the tablet. But considering the poor relationship between him and Li Guan, it wasn’t hard to guess that trying to get it reimbursed was a lost cause anyway.
Unaware of what his assistant was thinking, An Xiangdi was already texting Shen Xiao again.
— Dizi: What are you doing?
Before a reply came, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“What’s wrong?” Shen Xiao’s voice was deep and calm. It was quiet on his end, like he had gone to a secluded corner to make the call.
“Nothing. Just bored and asking,” An Xiangdi said casually, though he didn’t explain anything.
But Shen Xiao knew him too well. “You fought with your agent again?”
An Xiangdi didn’t answer, but his silence confirmed it.
“Switch agencies. I’ll handle it.” Shen Xiao didn’t even remember how many times he had made this suggestion.
“No.” Still fuming, An Xiangdi’s voice was sharp.
There was silence on the other end of the call. After a while, Shen Xiao simply responded, “Mm.”
“…You should get back to work. I’m hanging up.”
The call ended abruptly. It wasn’t the first time the two disagreed about An Xiangdi’s agency. Every time, the conversation ended quickly, and the next day it was like nothing had happened.
An Xiangdi had always been proud. He wouldn’t switch agencies just because of a minor conflict. Shen Xiao’s advice, though well-meant, always went unheeded.
Before long, the driver arrived and drove them toward the magazine shoot location.
Cisheng was one of China’s five top men’s magazines—famously picky. To get a cover, being popular wasn’t enough; one had to have exceptional fashion sense. In the industry, it was known that landing a Cisheng cover meant fashion resources for the next three to five years would be guaranteed.
An Xiangdi was practically a regular. Not only did he appear frequently on their covers, but he also often had dedicated features in the internal editions.
The vintage three-story building appeared at the corner of the road. The area was secluded—on a weekday afternoon, almost no one passed by. Other than the green mailbox and the red fire hydrant nearby, the only things around were a few bare trees. It was desolate.
After the driver parked, Xiao Gu jumped out and opened the door for An Xiangdi.
Cold air rushed into the van, easily overwhelming the heater.
An Xiangdi’s sweater was oversized and breathable. He shivered as the chill hit him, the bridge of his nose twitching under his black mask.
“Mr. An, here.” Xiao Gu reacted quickly, handing him a black overcoat from the back seat. “Mr. Shen’s.”
An Xiangdi raised an eyebrow. “He left it here?”
“Yes. He said you’d rather freeze than wear something too bulky. Told me specifically to give this to you.”
An Xiangdi took the coat, muttering about how fussy Shen Xiao was—yet still slipped it on.
The coat was a size larger than what he usually wore. It didn’t block much of the southern chill, but somehow, he didn’t feel so cold anymore. Especially when he caught a faint scent of brandy—Shen Xiao’s pheromone—still lingering on the fabric. It made his whole body feel warm.
They stepped into the vintage building. The door closed behind them, sealing out the cold.
Inside, the central heating was on full blast. It wasn’t cold at all, but An Xiangdi still kept the coat on as he went upstairs.
The third floor housed Cisheng’s photography department. The far end had been converted into a large studio—spacious and well-equipped.
When An Xiangdi arrived, the photography crew was setting up. Someone with sharp eyes spotted him and called out loudly, “Mr. An is here!”
In the quiet third floor, the shout stood out. Everyone instinctively looked up at him.
An Xiangdi was used to this kind of attention. He walked straight over to the photography director. “Director Ning.”
“Perfect timing. Head to makeup now, and we’ll be right on schedule.” Director Ning was in his forties, a veteran at Cisheng, known for being hands-on. Shoots under his direction were always top quality.
“Got it.” After greeting him, a staff member led An Xiangdi to the makeup room next door.
The stylist explained how many outfits and the general style of the shoot. Then she added, “Mr. An, we have a new photographer today.”
The makeup artist, still holding an eyebrow pencil, jumped in excitedly, “He came by a few days ago. A blonde, blue-eyed foreign hottie—and an Alpha.”
Whether Alpha or Omega, An Xiangdi wasn’t interested. He toyed with the platinum ring on his left ring finger, showing no reaction.
The two women fell silent, realizing they’d forgotten that the person in front of them was also an Alpha—an extremely proud and already-married one at that. Even though he never released his pheromones, they could easily imagine how intoxicating they must be.
An Xiangdi had excellent bone structure. The styling didn’t take much effort.
The stylist and makeup artist gushed behind him, practically pasting the word “handsome” to his forehead.
He didn’t mind the compliments. Flipping a few dyed white strands of hair, he took a selfie with the phone’s default camera. After a moment’s thought, he sent it to his top-pinned contact on WeChat, then tossed the phone to Xiao Gu for safekeeping.
Xiao Gu didn’t dare look at it. He tucked it into the bag without glancing.
The phone screen lit up briefly, showing two new messages:
— Xiaoxiao: Good-looking.
— Xiaoxiao: But… just a strand of hair?