After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 16
“Director Qiu, when will the filming for this drama start?” Halfway through the meal, the lead actress was already holding onto Qiu Cheng’s arm.
“Around… the end of May, I think.” Qiu Cheng stroked his chin as if in thought, and when he let his hand drop, it brushed against her.
The actress giggled sweetly, resting her sharp chin on Qiu Cheng’s shoulder. If they weren’t surrounded by people, she’d likely do more than that.
The male lead wasn’t as forward. Although he’d mentally prepared for what might happen, facing it in reality still left him stiff and uncomfortable.
The second male and female leads had been in the industry for a while but weren’t famous. They were used to these situations but still clearly disliked them—the distaste was plain on their faces.
Only An Xiangdi quietly munched on cherry tomatoes, head lowered, but his mind was on the script in Qiu Cheng’s hands.
The script was called Yellowed Season. Though it was a typical domestic drama, it incorporated elements of local culture and humor. It was written by the renowned original screenwriter, Teacher Kansong.
It was an absolutely top-tier script—tragically placed in the hands of someone like Qiu Cheng, who had no real talent.
“Xiangdi, we’re going to karaoke later. You’re our big singer, you have to join us!” Qiu Cheng suddenly interrupted An Xiangdi’s thoughts.
“Sure.”
An Xiangdi agreed so quickly that Qiu Cheng was caught off guard. It wasn’t until the actress beside him squealed, “Great!” that he snapped back to the moment.
The two actors sitting near An Xiangdi exchanged looks of shock and confusion. With how long An Xiangdi had been in the industry, there was no way he didn’t know what Qiu Cheng meant.
They thought: So much for his reputation.
They exited through the restaurant’s back door, led by a server down a winding path to a luxuriously decorated building behind the venue.
The lobby pulsed with blaring electronic music, spinning disco lights overhead, and a faint aroma in the air.
It looked like a normal KTV lounge until a Beta waitress in a skimpy mini skirt came out arm-in-arm with an Alpha male, kissing and groping all the way down the hall. That’s when the male lead’s face completely changed.
“Uh, Director Qiu… I just remembered my manager told me I needed to head back to the agency after dinner,” he said awkwardly.
“Oh? Easy, I’ll talk to your manager for you.” Qiu Cheng said as he casually pulled out his phone and made the call. A few words later, the manager was basically begging to send the actor back in.
The male lead stood miserably at the side, all traces of his earlier dinner-table cheer vanished.
An Xiangdi silently took a step back, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.
Inside the private room, he sat on a side sofa, hands clasped on his knees, saying nothing.
Qiu Cheng glanced at him several times but didn’t dare approach directly. Instead, he had the manager bring in a lineup of fair-skinned young men.
Seven in a row—one in the middle had fair skin and flirtatious peach blossom eyes.
Qiu Cheng glanced at An Xiangdi, then at the boy. “That one. He stays.”
“Excellent taste, Director. This one’s named Huanhuan—one of the few Omegas here. Absolutely stunning,” the manager said as he pushed Huanhuan toward Qiu Cheng, then left with the others.
The lead actress stared at Huanhuan, now draped in Qiu Cheng’s arms, and found those eyes strangely familiar. One glance at An Xiangdi, and it suddenly clicked.
At first, Qiu Cheng merely hugged Huanhuan while singing. But after a while, his hands began wandering. He even looked at An Xiangdi and asked, “Huanhuan, do you know that guy sitting over there?”
Huanhuan glanced at An Xiangdi. “Of course, that’s An Xiangdi. He’s very famous.”
“Your eyes are just like his,” Qiu Cheng murmured into Huanhuan’s ear, voice not quiet at all.
An Xiangdi’s expression didn’t change. “Director Qiu, you all go ahead. I need to use the restroom.”
Without waiting for a response, he stood up and left the room.
The restroom was empty. An Xiangdi splashed cold water on his face to calm himself, then took the silver pen from his pocket.
The pen contained a hidden micro-camera. What it captured tonight wasn’t enough to bring Qiu Cheng down—not yet. He needed more evidence.
His phone suddenly rang. An Xiangdi paused, then answered.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” came Shen Xiao’s voice.
“…Huh?”
“I asked Cheng Youyi to pick you up.”
An Xiangdi looked at the pen in his hand. “No. I’m not done yet.”
A long silence followed before Shen Xiao replied, “I’m coming back tomorrow. I’ll see you then.”
“Shen Xiao, I can handle this myself.” An Xiangdi stood straighter, a little annoyed—they had agreed he’d handle it alone.
“I know. But there’s something else I want to tell you,” Shen Xiao said, softening his tone to avoid an argument. “I’ll tell you when I’m back.”
“…Alright,” An Xiangdi finally agreed.
“You sure you don’t want Cheng Youyi to pick you up?”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. Let me know when you get home.”
The call ended. An Xiangdi repositioned the pen-camera and returned to the private room—only to find chaos had erupted.
“…Don’t pretend to be pure when you’re just a whore. You think you’re on the same level as An Xiangdi?” Qiu Cheng was shouting at the male lead, completely unaware An Xiangdi had come back in.
The lead actress was teary-eyed, not daring to intervene.
The male lead cowered in the corner as Qiu Cheng kicked him. “If it weren’t for your manager, I wouldn’t have given you the part! You have no talent, no looks. Giving you this role is ruining my drama!”
“I can replace you anytime. You think this male lead role—” Qiu Cheng flailed his arms mid-rant and suddenly noticed An Xiangdi standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
An Xiangdi wore a faint smile, his face half in shadow, making it hard to read. “Director Qiu, did it ever occur to you that you being in charge of this script is what’s ruining it?”
With that, he turned and walked out of the high-end venue.
Outside, he clipped the pen-camera back into his pocket. Just as he considered calling Xiaogu to pick him up, a silver Bentley stopped in front of him.
“Get in, sis-in-law,” Cheng Youyi said, poking his head out the window.
“…Shen Xiao sent you?”
“Nah, I was just grabbing some barbecue nearby and happened to see you.” Cheng Youyi made something up on the spot.
An Xiangdi didn’t buy it. Once he got in the car, he called Shen Xiao on video—only to find the call went unanswered.
Cheng Youyi snuck a glance at him. “Shen-ge is probably on the plane.”
“…Huh?”
“He mentioned coming back for something.”
An Xiangdi remembered that phone call in the restroom. So Shen Xiao’s “See you tomorrow” was real.
“I’ll take you home,” Cheng Youyi offered, signaling to turn.
An Xiangdi raised an eyebrow. “How do you know where I live?”
“Shen-ge just sent me the address.” Cheng Youyi answered without thinking, then realized and awkwardly covered his face.
An Xiangdi chuckled to himself. Trying to outsmart me, kid?
When the Bentley arrived at the apartment complex, An Xiangdi leaned out to greet the guard, who then opened the gate.
“You’ve got good security here,” Cheng Youyi commented.
“Lots of celebrities live here,” An Xiangdi replied. “Wei Yi, from the next building, for example.”
Cheng Youyi parked and watched him walk inside before sending Shen Xiao a status update—mission complete.
After all the chaos that night, An Xiangdi had been worried the footage might not be usable, and he’d have to bait Qiu Cheng again. He hadn’t expected Qiu Cheng to blow up on his own—what a gift.
He carefully reviewed the footage. Once he was sure the video and audio were clear, he finally had a peaceful night’s sleep.
The next morning, golden sunlight warmed his face. An Xiangdi stirred as the smell of shrimp wafted into his nose.
He got out of bed in his slippers and shuffled into the living room—where Shen Xiao stood in an apron, stir-frying noodles.
“You’re back…” An Xiangdi yawned as he walked over.
“Yeah, come here.” Shen Xiao beckoned.
As soon as An Xiangdi stepped close, Shen Xiao pulled him into a kiss.
“The noodles… they’ll burn,” An Xiangdi mumbled weakly, trying to push him away.
“They won’t,” Shen Xiao said, hands never stopping.
After some cuddly chaos in the kitchen, the two finally sat across from each other at the dining table.
“You haven’t slept yet, have you?” An Xiangdi asked between bites of salted egg yolk shrimp noodles.
“Half an hour. Not really tired.”
“Go get some sleep after this,” An Xiangdi ordered.
Shen Xiao smiled. “Only if you come with me.”
An Xiangdi choked on a shrimp and cleared his throat. “Fine.”
After washing the dishes, the two lay in bed, chatting about the previous night.
“You said there was something you wanted to tell me.”
“Yeah… I had a question,” Shen Xiao recalled the message from Cheng Youyi about the new song demo.
“What is it?”
“When you recorded your new song, was someone else there?”
“Yeah. Rotten peach blossom.”
Shen Xiao paused, realizing it must’ve been Zhao Zeyun. “I see.”
“What? Did he go around saying my song sucks and you all heard it?” An Xiangdi asked suspiciously.
“No. We don’t even know him.” Shen Xiao deflected. “Speaking of which, that Yellowed Season script—Kansong wrote it?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect. Let’s get a new director then,” Shen Xiao said with certainty.
An Xiangdi was about to ask more when a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. He bolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.