After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 2
Inside the photography area, everyone gasped when An Xiangdi walked back in. Even though many of them had worked with him before, they were still stunned by his beauty every time.
The bunny-gray sweater he had been wearing was now replaced by an asymmetrical white top. The right side was sleeveless, revealing his slender, fair-skinned arm—so pale it made others envious.
He wore loose white trousers that seemed too big at the waist, hanging lazily on his hips. But a closer look showed a thin white strap from the waistband connecting to the inside of the shirt, half-covered and half-exposed. This ambiguous detail made people clutch their noses in silent excitement and embarrassment.
“He’s so handsome I could die.”
“If he released even a little bit of his pheromones, I’d probably drop dead on the spot.”
“Such a pity we Betas can’t smell anything.”
“I’m an Omega and I still can’t smell anything—what’s the point of this gender!”
“Don’t even think about it. His pheromones aren’t something we’d be able to detect anyway.”
An Xiangdi was long used to these kinds of stares and didn’t find them offensive. He knew he was good-looking and had always taken pride in the face that God had given him.
Since the newly assigned photographer hadn’t arrived yet, An Xiangdi crossed his arms and stood to the side, watching everyone finish setting up the scene.
“Over there…” He raised his hand and pointed out an issue. “Take off some of those flowers.”
“…Huh?” A staff member was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the white rose wall behind the throne.
Seeing that no one understood, An Xiangdi walked over without hesitation. “All of these—remove them.”
Before he finished speaking, his hand was already reaching out.
In no time, the once-neatly arranged rose wall was half-ruined, petals falling everywhere. Some wilted flowers still clung awkwardly to the stalks.
The staff looked on with their mouths agape. Though An Xiangdi had done things like this before during shoots, every time still felt bold and unreasonable.
Someone in the corner accidentally let out an “Ah!” but quickly swallowed it down.
Director Ning had seen An Xiangdi change the set on the spot many times. Though he didn’t always agree, the results always exceeded expectations. He nodded. “Good. Let’s go with this.”
Confident in his aesthetic sense and getting the director’s approval, An Xiangdi wiped his hands with a couple of wet tissues. He then instructed them to ruin the other side of the flower wall in a similar fashion.
A young intern, seeing this spectacle for the first time, was stunned. The handsome filter she’d applied to him shattered. She whispered to a senior staffer, “Is he always like this?”
“Like what?”
“This… blunt?”
“Shh! Don’t talk,” the senior immediately gestured for silence.
The intern shut up, not daring to speak further.
An Xiangdi had heard it all but said nothing.
Before long, the new photographer finally arrived, his golden hair wild and bright. When he saw the messy rose wall, he paused, then shouted in American English, “What the hell are you doing?!”
The photographer, being an Alpha, didn’t hold back his pheromones when angry. Several people in the studio collapsed under the pressure.
An Xiangdi frowned in displeasure. “Are we shooting or not? If not, get out.”
The photographer was stunned when he saw An Xiangdi. The translator, sensing the tension, only translated the first part of An Xiangdi’s sentence.
Everyone braced themselves for a confrontation—but unexpectedly, An Xiangdi immediately entered shooting mode. The Alpha unconsciously suppressed his pheromones, and the affected staff looked relieved, like they’d been rescued.
An Xiangdi picked up a golden crown inlaid with gems, walked to the throne, and sat down lazily. The crown rested tilted on his head, one hand supporting his face. His eyes transformed in an instant.
He became a king looking down from his throne, arrogant and untouchable. Though he hadn’t released any pheromones, the pressure he radiated made people instinctively want to kneel.
With the ruined white rose wall and scattered petals behind him, the set now gave off a chaotic, decadent beauty—money-wrapped madness paired with untainted purity. Two seemingly incompatible aesthetics merged miraculously.
The photographer’s anger completely vanished. He fumbled to lift his camera and began shooting enthusiastically.
An Xiangdi changed poses several times, and apart from the clicking of the shutter, the studio was dead silent.
The intern who had questioned An Xiangdi earlier couldn’t tear her eyes away. Even half an hour later, when the shoot ended, she hadn’t recovered.
After returning to the dressing room and changing back into the black coat, An Xiangdi stepped out.
Director Ning wanted to ask, “Would you like to review the footage?” But he hesitated, afraid that if An Xiangdi was dissatisfied, they’d have to redo everything.
“Can I take a look?” An Xiangdi asked on his own when he spotted the computer screen.
“Of course.” Director Ning smiled and stepped aside, oddly nervous, like he was being inspected.
“Looks good. Thank you, Director Ning. And thank you, everyone,” An Xiangdi said sincerely.
The director chatted briefly with him before letting him go.
On the way to the next shoot, An Xiangdi reviewed the choreography for his new MV. To avoid another conversation about switching agencies, he didn’t ask his assistant Xiao Gu for his phone.
He had written the lyrics himself. The agency didn’t want to spend much on it, hoping to get by with a cheap shoot, but An Xiangdi wasn’t having it. He personally hired a famous Japanese production team. Their quality standards were high, and naturally, so were their demands on him.
The MV location was an abandoned amusement park in Zhongming City—An Xiangdi’s own choice.
He stepped out of the car and looked up at the darkening sky, which seemed about to rain.
“I’ll find you a place to rest,” said Xiao Gu, carrying a bag.
“Okay.” An Xiangdi nodded. He had already spotted the team in the distance setting up equipment.
The team’s contact person came over. “I’m sorry, Mr. An. The weather’s not looking great. Should we reschedule?”
“I’ll go talk to them,” he replied.
Before she could respond, An Xiangdi had already walked past her and started speaking fluent Japanese with the director.
The translator beside them was stunned. An Xiangdi’s Japanese was more fluent than his own, making him doubt his very purpose for being there.
An Xiangdi shared ideas he’d come up with on the way, collaborating with the director to refine the concept—keeping two key ideas and removing one weaker original element.
Soon, everything was ready. His hair and makeup were done.
Just past 5 PM, filming began. Despite the pitch-black sky, everything went smoothly.
Though the earlier phone call with Shen Xiao had unsettled him, An Xiangdi made it through three scenes with only one NG.
But when the final dance scene began—blaring with intense electronic music—a lightning bolt ripped across the sky, followed by a thunderous boom. Then came a torrential downpour.
Everyone froze—except An Xiangdi.
He kept dancing in the rain. The sudden storm became a cathartic release for the frustration he had been holding in.
Raindrops exploded on the ground, broken apart by his sleeves. His hair, now soaked, clung to his skin. The area around him felt like another world entirely.
The director recovered and, despite the storm, kept the camera rolling to capture it all.
Xiao Gu, meanwhile, was anxious. All he could think about was whether An Xiangdi would catch a cold. He didn’t even notice someone approaching.
“How much longer?”
Startled by the deep voice, Xiao Gu turned and found a man in a dark navy suit standing beside him.
The man’s presence was intimidating. Swallowing nervously, Xiao Gu stammered, “M-Mr. Shen… T-this is the last scene…”
It was the second time Xiao Gu had seen Shen Xiao since starting work with An Xiangdi.
Shen Xiao said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on An Xiangdi in the rain, unreadable.
After five long minutes, the rain began to ease, and the final scene was nearly finished.
As the music faded, An Xiangdi struck the final pose, breathing heavily.
Thinking about Shen Xiao’s broken dinner promise and the phone call with its unpleasant words—then recalling the black coat he’d left for him—An Xiangdi felt a burning frustration that wouldn’t die down.
The crew was too busy protecting the equipment to notice that An Xiangdi was still standing in the rain. Luckily, they had waterproofed everything in advance, so nothing was damaged.
When they returned to the shelter, they noticed a powerful Alpha suddenly standing nearby. They had been so absorbed in An Xiangdi’s performance that they hadn’t realized when he arrived.
Now that their minds cleared, some immediately felt the weight of the Alpha’s pheromones and instinctively stepped back to keep their distance.
Shen Xiao opened an umbrella and walked straight to An Xiangdi, who was still standing in a daze.
All An Xiangdi saw were the rain-drenched tips of his leather shoes before Shen Xiao pulled him into a firm embrace. Wrapped in the familiar scent of brandy, An Xiangdi’s lips were roughly bitten in a kiss.