After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 30
“What were you talking about with my mom?” After washing the dishes with his dad, An Xiangdi rushed back to the room and turned on the old computer he rarely used.
“We were talking about things from when you were little,” Shen Xiao casually brushed it off. “What are you doing?”
An Xiangdi didn’t answer. He was very focused on installing something.
The old computer wasn’t very responsive—downloading a ten-something MB software took seven to eight minutes.
After fiddling for a while, An Xiangdi finally got it working, and a familiar scene appeared on the screen.
“That’s… a hotel?” Shen Xiao stood beside him and, after carefully recognizing the scene in the video, confirmed it was the hotel the crew had booked—and it was An Xiangdi’s room.
“I left a pen there before I left,” An Xiangdi said, once again thankful that his curiosity led him to buy a pen with a hidden camera.
Shen Xiao thought of how Qiu Cheng was reported to the film association earlier and smirked. His Di-di really was clever.
“What made you suddenly want to leave a hidden camera in your room?”
“I realized I was missing a ring while packing yesterday. It was part of a pair sponsored during a Ci Sheng magazine shoot,” An Xiangdi explained. “At the time, I wondered if I just lost it.”
“Couldn’t rest easy?”
“Exactly.” He didn’t want to wrongly accuse anyone, but he also didn’t want to overlook any possibility.
An Xiangdi stared intently at the computer screen, praying it was just a misunderstanding.
Shen Xiao reached out and gently covered his brows and eyes with his warm palm. “Don’t stare too hard. You’re pregnant now—it’s bad for your eyes. I’ll watch for you.”
“Then I’ll go take a shower.” An Xiangdi figured he really shouldn’t stare at the screen too long. Whatever happened would be recorded anyway. If something really occurred, he could always review it later.
“Careful with your hand.”
“I know.” An Xiangdi grabbed clean clothes and left the room.
Without Shen Xiao helping him, the shower was a bit rushed. He barely spread the body wash before rinsing it off.
He dried himself quickly and, without wearing any clothes, dashed back into the room.
“How is it? Any movement?”
“None. Why didn’t you put on any clothes? What if you catch a cold?” Shen Xiao was alarmed seeing him stark naked. His fair skin under the light almost glowed. He hurried over and scooped him into the blanket, taking the clean underwear from his hands and helping him put them on.
An Xiangdi’s gaze wandered to the computer screen, but Shen Xiao shifted slightly and blocked it.
“Let me see.”
“There’s nothing to see,” Shen Xiao replied as he held his hand, kissed his fingertips, licking until they glistened. “Your belly seems a bit rounder?”
An Xiangdi’s attention shifted. He looked down at his stomach.
It had indeed started to round slightly—no longer flat—but it still wasn’t noticeable when clothed.
“Rest well. I’ll keep watch,” Shen Xiao said, tucking him in and turning up the AC.
With Shen Xiao soothing him and surrounded by the comforting scent of brandy-like pheromones, even though An Xiangdi grumbled, he dozed off quickly.
Since he became pregnant, he had become especially prone to drowsiness.
Shen Xiao turned off the lights and sat back at the computer, keeping an eye on the video while replying to messages from Yao Honglang.
Yao Honglang: The police came today. Found nothing.
Yao Honglang: The suspect was very careful. Nothing unusual was found on set.
Yao Honglang: The crew’s panicking—everyone thinks there’s a mole.
Shen Xiao: Did they check the marks I mentioned yesterday?
Shen Xiao had gone to the security room the previous day to check the footage and found the surveillance camera had been blocked. But after a while, the obstruction was removed. The video afterward looked like it had a foggy film over it.
Because the set was chaotic and crowded, he didn’t investigate the camera himself but told Yao Honglang about it.
Yao Honglang: They checked. It was wiped clean.
Yao Honglang: What do you think it was?
Shen Xiao: Powder.
Yao Honglang: Huh?
Shen Xiao: Like face powder or something similar from makeup.
After sending the message, Shen Xiao didn’t reply again. He focused on the screen.
Apparently, An Xiangdi had hidden the pen in the pen holder on his nightstand. The camera pointed toward the room’s entrance, but due to the layout, it only caught part of the corridor and some of the inner room. Only half of the window-side area was visible.
A figure appeared in the footage. The person entered with only their phone flashlight on, as if they were very familiar with the room’s layout, walking straight to the desk where An Xiangdi usually kept his jewelry box.
Their back was facing the camera, and the room was dim, so Shen Xiao couldn’t see clearly what they were doing—just that they were rummaging around.
After a few minutes, the figure suddenly turned toward the nightstand, eyes fixed on it.
Through the screen, it felt like Shen Xiao was directly locking eyes with this person in the dark.
That intense discomfort of being secretly watched surged through him. Shen Xiao’s heart pounded and his jaw tightened.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this person was the makeup artist responsible for An Xiangdi’s styling—someone who had also done his makeup in past events. Not a first-time collaborator.
The intruder walked straight to the nightstand. Shen Xiao’s heart leapt—he thought she had discovered the pen camera.
But instead, she crouched down, opened the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of men’s cologne that An Xiangdi always carried.
If he remembered right, it was a gift from a fan. The scent was subtle, and An Xiangdi liked it.
Shen Xiao watched as she sprayed some on herself, then went to the closet and hugged one of An Xiangdi’s shirts tightly to her chest.
The whole creepy process lasted over two hours. Finally, she returned to the nightstand and took one of the silver earrings An Xiangdi had left behind before leaving the room.
Shen Xiao sat rigidly at the computer, the room silent aside from the whirring of the fan and An Xiangdi’s soft breathing in sleep.
His grip on the mouse tightened.
He compressed the video file and sent one copy to Yao Honglang’s email and another to his own phone. Then, he uninstalled the software, cleared the browser history, and shut the computer.
Sitting alone in the dark, Shen Xiao sent Yao Honglang another message.
Shen Xiao: I sent you an email.
Shen Xiao: Delete the video after watching.
Shen Xiao: Before Di-di and I return, I want this person gone from the crew.
Yao Honglang was used to flipping day and night. Upon receiving the message, he opened the video and watched. He was horrified.
Yao Honglang: Fvck! She’s a sasaeng fan?
Yao Honglang: I’ll handle it now. Looks like I’m pulling an all-nighter.
Shen Xiao: Tell the police to collect fingerprints from the room—where she touched.
Shen Xiao: Also, she took a ring sponsored to Di-di. Don’t return it—destroy it.
Shen Xiao: Anything she touched, other than evidence, burn it. I’ll buy him replacements.
Shen Xiao: Get the pen from the nightstand for me. I’ll take it privately when I’m back.
Shen Xiao didn’t plan on letting the video see the light of day. Something this filthy—he would carry it himself. An Xiangdi shouldn’t have to know someone like that existed.
Later that morning, Yao Honglang reported back.
Yao Honglang: Handled.
Yao Honglang: The police took her away in a car.
Yao Honglang: That makeup artist is an Omega. She secretly followed An Xiangdi between crews for a long time.
Yao Honglang: She messed with the table, wanted him to miscarry.
Yao Honglang: Said she “understands” him and knew he’d try to shield someone.
“Yao Honglang” retracted a message.
“Yao Honglang” retracted a message.
Seemingly realizing “miscarry” was too harsh a word, Yao Honglang withdrew both messages and rephrased.
Yao Honglang: She was behind the table incident.
Yao Honglang: We’re lucky. She also submitted the post that went viral.
Shen Xiao stared at that last message. He hadn’t slept all night, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His face looked terrible.
Shen Xiao: There’s no such thing as luck.
If An Xiangdi hadn’t taken precautions, they might not have discovered the danger lurking around him for a long time.
Shen Xiao: Bring Xiao Gu back. Seeing him will make Di-di happy.
Shen Xiao: Remember to apologize. That kid may be timid, but he’s done well handling Di-di’s affairs.
Yao Honglang, embarrassed behind his glasses, replied quickly.
Yao Honglang: Got it.
After putting his phone down, Shen Xiao looked toward the bed.
An Xiangdi had turned in his sleep, only half his head poking out from under the covers.
Shen Xiao walked over and lifted the blanket. Just as he was about to kiss him, An Xiangdi opened his eyes, discomfort written all over his face from the early morning nausea.
“You’re awake?” Shen Xiao took his hand.
An Xiangdi waved weakly, stomach churning with acid. He dry-heaved a few times before gradually recovering.
“You… you didn’t sleep all night? You look like a thief,” An Xiangdi noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
“I was watching the footage for you. Nothing came up in the end,” Shen Xiao lied smoothly.
“Oh? Then I guess I must’ve lost the ring.” An Xiangdi rubbed his messy hair and shifted inward on the bed. “Come lie down with me for a bit.”
Shen Xiao said “Okay,” climbed into the bed, and pulled the warm, sleepy An Xiangdi into his arms.