After Getting Pregnant, I Fought for a Divorce from My Alpha - Chapter 6
That night, a topic trended on Weibo — #FunBetweenCouples.
Netizens initially thought it was some new fad, but clicking in, they found the top posts were revelations about Shen Xiao and An Xiangdi.
An Xiangdi lay on the bed scrolling through his phone, reading comments aloud:
“…I can’t believe I’m shipping them.”
“Why didn’t they say anything earlier? I thought this was just a contract marriage.”
“So… just how long have these two known each other?”
“Waiting for the tea to drop.”
…
Shen Xiao was standing by the window, on the phone with his agent Hua Jiang, who had immediately called after seeing the trending topic. She repeatedly reminded him not to stir up hype and to “let the work speak for itself.”
Every time he received a call like this, Shen Xiao would just remain silent. Most likely, the agency team would suppress the trending post soon.
After hanging up, Shen Xiao heard An Xiangdi mutter, “She scolded me again?”
Thinking of Hua Jiang’s remarks about “romance interfering with work,” Shen Xiao shook his head. “No.”
An Xiangdi didn’t believe him. Ever since they started dating, Hua Jiang had always disapproved. She was the kind of agent who only valued talent and despised hype, firmly believing that romance would distract Shen Xiao from his career.
Luckily, she had some industry connections, and Shen Xiao’s outstanding acting had helped him amass fans quickly with every project. That was how he secured his place at the top. Still, no matter how stable his position was, Hua Jiang just didn’t like him.
“What were you just reading?” Shen Xiao cleverly changed the subject.
“Weibo comments,” An Xiangdi said as he kept scrolling. CP fans had already started posting throwback clips of their early interactions under the trending post. He was surprised Shen Xiao had actually been listening. “I thought you weren’t paying attention.”
“What did you leave out just now?” Even though he had taken a phone call, Shen Xiao had been listening to him the whole time.
An Xiangdi paused, then repeated robotically,
“Damn, f#ck, holy sh*t…”
Before he could finish, Shen Xiao pinched his cheeks. “Enough.”
An Xiangdi saw fans had dug up an old interview clip and clicked out of curiosity—he really wanted to see what he’d said all those years ago.
The video was blurry, but there were subtitles.
“You and Shen Xiao debuted the same year, right? Have you ever thought about working together?”
“…No.”
“Haha, that quick of an answer? So what’s your opinion of Shen Xiao?”
“He’s annoying.”
Hearing this and seeing his younger self’s expression, An Xiangdi felt incredibly awkward. He still couldn’t recall what Shen Xiao had done back then. Looking at it now, he just seemed childish.
“You got drunk the night before. I didn’t touch you. You got mad.” Shen Xiao remembered everything clearly.
An Xiangdi’s face turned bright red. “Go away! I’m going to sleep!”
Shen Xiao ignored him, lifted the blanket, and wrapped his arms around him. “Warm enough?”
An Xiangdi, who was very sensitive to the cold and had icy limbs every winter, immediately fell silent once he felt the warmth.
Shen Xiao knew all his weaknesses. He warmed his feet, held his hands, and only closed his eyes after An Xiangdi had fallen asleep.
…
For the next month, An Xiangdi threw himself entirely into filming the scenes at the research lab. After finishing a stretch of intense work, Director Cao Xuan gave him a day off. Thanks to him, the rest of the crew got to rest as well.
Shen Xiao and An Xiangdi discussed it and decided to go home.
Carrying several large bags of groceries, Shen Xiao entered the kitchen and began prepping the ingredients. An Xiangdi, with nothing to do, went to the piano room to write some songs.
“What are you doing here?” Shen Xiao had just finished cooking two dishes when he saw An Xiangdi standing in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed.
“Lending a hand.” An Xiangdi rarely stepped into the kitchen. One, his parents had always spoiled him and never let him touch a pot or pan. Two, he genuinely had no talent for cooking.
On Shen Xiao’s 18th birthday, An Xiangdi had sneaked into the kitchen to secretly learn how to bake a cake from the family chef. In the end, not only did the cake fail, he even blew up the batter. Since then, everyone in the house banned him from touching kitchen tools.
Shen Xiao didn’t stop him. Watching him grab a corn cob and squat down, he instructed, “Peel the husk, break off the stalk, and soak it in water.”
“Don’t need to take off the kernels?” An Xiangdi thought he was making corn chicken stir-fry or something.
“No, this is for sweet soup.”
“Oh.” Having no room for creativity, An Xiangdi just crouched there, pulling corn silk.
The phone rang in the living room. An Xiangdi dusted off his hands and walked out. Seeing the caller ID, he realized it was his good friend Wei Yi.
“Hello?”
“Dizi! I heard from the guard that you’re home today?” Wei Yi’s voice was cheerful and full of energy.
“Just one day off.”
“Then I’m coming over to mooch a meal!” From the sounds on the line, Wei Yi was already out the door.
An Xiangdi tried to respond, but Wei Yi had already hung up.
“Who was that?”
“Wei Yi. Said he’s coming over for dinner.” An Xiangdi returned to the kitchen.
He had met Wei Yi shortly after entering the entertainment industry. Wei Yi, an Alpha, had a quirky personality, often breaking the rules and was a top regular on many variety shows.
At first, An Xiangdi didn’t know how to deal with someone like him—Wei Yi could dodge any topic with a joke and had the thickest skin imaginable. But Wei Yi had helped him out in the chaotic entertainment world, and before they knew it, they’d become good friends.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Wei Yi lived in the same complex, just one building over.
An Xiangdi was about to open the door when Shen Xiao stopped him. “I’ll get it.”
An Xiangdi didn’t think much of it and went back to peeling corn.
Wei Yi came full of joy. He loved the food at An Xiangdi’s place—it was miles better than takeout. Ignoring the fact that the cook was Shen Xiao, the meal was guaranteed to be excellent.
But the person who opened the door was Shen Xiao.
At 191cm tall, Shen Xiao towered over him. Wei Yi, on the shorter side for an Alpha, was immediately intimidated.
“Long time no see.” Shen Xiao’s gaze was intense, and the brimming scent of brandy in his pheromones sent a clear message of warning and dominance.
Even though he expected some hostility, Wei Yi still couldn’t hold his ground and took a step back. His own scent was nothing compared to Shen Xiao’s. “It has been a while. Where’s Dizi?”
“He’s cooking.” Shen Xiao turned and walked back to the kitchen.
“Wait! I’m not eating his cooking!” Wei Yi called after him.
“What do you mean my cooking?” An Xiangdi appeared, holding a freshly husked corn cob and glaring. “I’m lowering myself to cook, and you still have the nerve to complain?”
Wei Yi quickly waved his hands. “No, no, not at all! I wouldn’t dare!”
“Next time I’ll cook myself. This time it’s Shen Xiao. If you say one bad word, I’ll knock your teeth out.” An Xiangdi dropped the cob into the basin.
Wei Yi dared not argue. Though also an Alpha, he would rather quietly suffer for the sake of a good meal.
An hour later, Shen Xiao served all the dishes and set out bowls and chopsticks.
At first, Wei Yi was too distracted by the delicious aroma to notice anything off. Once seated, he realized—all the meat dishes were placed in front of An Xiangdi, while his spot only had vegetables. Large bowls of them, too, blocking his view of the meat.
No doubt about it—Shen Xiao did it on purpose.
But he was in no position to complain. So Wei Yi quietly ate while chatting casually with An Xiangdi.
“A variety show invited me a few days ago. Good thing my agent turned it down.”
“Which show?” Even though An Xiangdi focused on singing and acting, he still watched plenty of variety shows.
“A new one. Some outdoor survival thing. They want to drop guests on an island for two weeks.” Wei Yi exaggerated, “You have no idea, the bugs there are insane. No food, no water!”
An Xiangdi burst out laughing. Wei Yi, despite being an Alpha, was more afraid of bugs than most Omegas.
“Hey! Don’t laugh.” Wei Yi panicked and accidentally released more of his pheromones.
An Xiangdi frowned at the discomfort—it was a familiar and unpleasant feeling. He kicked Wei Yi under the table. “Your scent.”
“Ah—sorry, sorry!” Wei Yi immediately apologized. An Xiangdi had told him before that he disliked Alpha pheromones—except for Shen Xiao’s.
The discomfort subsided. An Xiangdi focused on eating, barely responding to anything else Wei Yi said.
Wei Yi didn’t mind—he could talk endlessly by himself.
Then the phone beside them rang again, interrupting Wei Yi’s rambling.
An Xiangdi saw an unfamiliar number, fell silent for a moment, then stood up. “I’m going to take this.”
“Okay,” Shen Xiao nodded, his eyes following him until he stepped onto the balcony.
Half-leaning against the railing, An Xiangdi answered and stared at a stray kitten emerging from the bushes below, lips pressed tightly together.
“Mr. An Xiangdi, this is the Omega Rehabilitation Center. Your follow-up checkup is scheduled in a week.”
He stayed quiet, so the caller asked again.
“…I remember,” he finally replied.
“Let me confirm the time. It’s set for next Saturday at 2 p.m.—any issues?”
“Can we do 5 p.m. instead? I’ll be busy earlier that day.” He didn’t want to leave the set too early and raise suspicion.
“Let me check…” The person clicked around, then said, “Yes, 5 is fine.”
“Okay.”
“Then we’ll see you next Saturday at 5. Please be on time, and make sure to rest well. We’ll be drawing bl00d.”
“Got it.”
Hanging up, An Xiangdi let out a long breath.
“Is something wrong?” came a sudden voice.
His body tensed.
He turned stiffly—Shen Xiao was standing just a few steps away, seemingly ready to close the distance.
“You…”
“I came to grab a couple bottles of wine,” Shen Xiao pointed toward the wine cabinet in the master bedroom.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just a scam call. I fooled him—he’s probably cursing me right now.” An Xiangdi’s palm was slick with sweat, and he nearly dropped his phone.
“As long as it’s nothing,” Shen Xiao smiled faintly and didn’t press further.