After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 27

“Pick what you like and leave the rest for me,” Shen Xiao said as he broke apart the chopsticks for An Xiangdi.

An Xiangdi stared at Shen Xiao, his beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling with light. “Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“Can’t help it, my legs are too long. One step and I crossed right over.”

An Xiangdi couldn’t suppress the smile on his face. Not wanting to make it too obvious, he ducked into the back seat of the car.

There were three large boxes of bayberries on the front passenger seat—no idea where Shen Xiao had gotten so many.

“They’re not washed yet. I’ll have Liu Qing wash them later,” Shen Xiao said. His assistant Liu Qing had now completely been downgraded to an errand runner.

The lunch box held light but nutritious food. Because of the delicate plating, it looked delicious even though it was a bit bland in flavor.

An Xiangdi picked through it and ate most of it, and the rest was quickly polished off by Shen Xiao.

“Weren’t you stopped by reporters on your way here?” An Xiangdi recalled the siege of reporters that morning. If they were still around and saw Shen Xiao arrive, they definitely wouldn’t let him go easily.

“This isn’t my nanny van,” Shen Xiao explained. Reporters were often more familiar with celebrities’ cars than the stars themselves. But after landing, Shen Xiao had borrowed Cheng Youyi’s car, which had anti-peeping film on the windows, so reporters couldn’t see inside.

Shen Xiao didn’t say, and An Xiangdi hadn’t noticed. Now that he had time, he got out and circled the car—sure enough, it wasn’t their usual vehicle.

“I borrowed it from Cheng Youyi,” Shen Xiao said, tossing the empty lunchbox aside. “Want to nap in the car for a bit?”

“No need. I’ve arranged with Director Wang to move my scenes up.” An Xiangdi’s filming schedule would be more compact over the next few days. Finishing early was better for both him and the production team.

“I’ll go in with you,” Shen Xiao said, pulling An Xiangdi by the hand as they returned to the set.

The brandy-scented Alpha pheromones wafted through the air, and everyone who had been eating lunch looked up. Shen Xiao had just left yesterday and now he was back again.

“Mr. Shen… why are you back again?” one staff member blurted out.

“If I knew you were coming every day, I’d have given you a free cameo role,” Director Wang said, finishing the last bite of his lunch.

“Free labor’s fine by me,” Shen Xiao replied with a smile. He didn’t mind doing this kind of work—he had time anyway.

“Forget it, you’re too expensive,” Director Wang joked as he walked away.

Seeing everyone joking, Ying Chong took the opportunity to approach them. “Got a moment? I’d like to talk.”

“Sure,” Shen Xiao answered for them both and followed Ying Chong to the side.

“About Zhao Zeyun—I owe you both a proper apology. I’m sorry.” Ying Chong’s tone was sincere. “I should never have agreed to help when Yang Chu asked me. After talking to Manager Yao about what you and An Xiangdi went through, I realized I really caused a lot of trouble for you.”

“Let bygones be bygones. No need to dwell on it,” An Xiangdi replied. He didn’t like holding grudges. Zhao Zeyun was just a spoiled kid, and they probably wouldn’t see him again anyway.

“That’s good to hear. I’ll go apologize to Wei Yi too.” Ying Chong nodded politely and walked over to Wei Yi.

That afternoon, they were filming a group scene with the He family’s five siblings. Since it was a group scene, the risk of things going off track was higher, and everyone was mentally prepared for repeated NGs and reshoots.

While An Xiangdi was filming, Shen Xiao called Yao Honglang outside.

“How are you planning to handle the trending topic?”

“We’re handling it quietly,” Yao Honglang replied. “No leads yet on who started it.”

“I’ll investigate that myself. For now, drop the new boy group from Yisheng—you’ll have a new agent assigned tonight.”

“Fine by me. I never liked managing boy groups anyway. Too many people, too young, too much trouble.” Yao preferred working with mature artists who didn’t need babysitting.

Shen Xiao ignored the complaint. “And don’t give Di Zi those greasy set meals anymore. He can’t eat that stuff.”

“…Got it.” Yao Honglang belatedly realized that greasy food wasn’t suitable for a pregnant man.

“I remember you signed him up for an outdoor variety show. Cancel it.”

“…Okay.” That show required a lot of physical activity—definitely not suitable.

“That’s it for now. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up.”

“Mm.” Yao now sounded like a soulless answering machine.

Shen Xiao was just about to return to the set when he turned back. “Oh, and contact the Survival production team. Wei Yi will skip two episodes—let them choose which—but if there’s a third season, he’s still a regular.”

“…You’re making me handle Wei Yi’s affairs? Doesn’t he have a manager?” Yao grumbled but went off to call the production team anyway.

Anyone who saw Yao Honglang like this would be stunned. A once-dominant, no-nonsense top-tier agent in the industry was now taking orders from a regular A-list celebrity.

Back on set, they were filming the story’s emotional climax. Everyone held their breath, afraid that any noise would ruin the scene.

In Faded Season, the major turning point came when the five siblings quarreled in the living room over their inheritance and their late parents’ memorial tablets. Second sister He Wan became half-blind, fourth brother He Qiao broke a leg, and third sister He Hua smashed the tablets.

The parents had died early, leaving behind a will that said the inheritance would be divided equally among all five siblings once the youngest, He Sheng, turned twenty-two.

But the older siblings didn’t agree. After all the effort they’d put into raising the younger ones, getting only an equal share didn’t feel fair.

He Qiao, one of the more extreme ones, fought with eldest brother He Qiang. He Wan, caught in a struggle with He Hua, fell and hit her head on the table.

Only He Sheng—timid and self-conscious—stood aside, witnessing the destruction of his family without saying a word or stepping in.

“Mom and Dad made a mistake having you!” He Qiao roared, face red with rage.

“Without me, you wouldn’t have even survived! What a joke—you’re a coward and a miser, and even your wife left you!” He Qiang retorted, striking at his brother’s sore spots.

A fist flew through the air and struck He Qiao squarely on the jaw. Wei Yi had misjudged the force and actually hit him. He heard something crack—and panicked.

Ying Chong, playing He Qiang, was really hurt but didn’t give Wei Yi time to react. He knew the take would be good, so he jumped in and started fighting for real.

Meanwhile, He Wan (played by An Xiao) and He Hua (played by Wang Qiao) were shouting so loudly it felt like the roof would come off.

An Xiangdi, playing He Sheng, stood frozen in sorrow. He wanted to intervene but was paralyzed by fear.

Suddenly, “He Hua” slapped “He Wan” across the face, leaving a red handprint.

Per the script, He Wan was supposed to get angry, grab a vase to attack, but slip on spilled water and fall into the table after being pushed by He Hua.

Normally, the crew would’ve secured the props and choreographed the fall, but something was off.

As An Xiao fell, she noticed too late that the table was in the wrong spot. She couldn’t adjust in time.

Realizing she was going to hit the actual corner of the table, An Xiangdi rushed in and shielded her with his hand.

Her head slammed onto his hand, which was crushed against the table edge. The impact made the table screech across the floor.

No one had expected an accident. Director Wang was just about to call “cut” when Shen Xiao dashed in.

He held An Xiangdi’s hand, eyes red with worry. “Does it hurt?”

“…It’s okay.” An Xiangdi’s hand had gone numb, so he couldn’t really feel the pain yet.

But the deep gash from the impact was bleeding heavily.

An Xiao wasn’t in great shape either—her head was still ringing.

“The table… it was in the wrong place…” she muttered, clutching her temple and standing up unsteadily.

“Props team! Didn’t I tell you to secure everything?! Are you all blind?!” Director Wang was furious. With someone injured—especially An Xiangdi—the whole production was at risk.

Shen Xiao’s face was dark as he swept An Xiangdi into his arms.

“I’m fine, it’s just my hand—” An Xiangdi tried to explain, but the intense, oppressive scent of Shen Xiao’s Alpha pheromones told him how angry he truly was.

“If this isn’t handled properly, this drama is done,” Shen Xiao said coldly. In the past, Director Wang might’ve cursed him out—but the industry had changed.

Everyone froze. The tension was suffocating. Then suddenly, a sweet Omega scent drifted into the air.

An Xiangdi, eyes red, grabbed Shen Xiao with his uninjured hand and shouted, “Control your pheromones!”

Shen Xiao tightened his hold and yanked Liu Qing’s jacket over An Xiangdi’s head, swiftly carrying him to the nanny van.

In the back seat, An Xiangdi sat dazed, hugging the jacket. His face flushed red, and the pain in his hand barely registered.

He had caught the scent of his own pheromones just now. It was a faint sweetness—not like flowers, but a familiar and common kind of sweetness. When mixed with Shen Xiao’s brandy scent, it made him feel lightheaded.