After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 19

There was still some time before the official filming of The Travel Diary of Love began. Lu Mingchuan and Qiu Ye headed to a creative park to shoot the promotional posters.

The last time the two of them had taken a photo together was on the day they registered their marriage.

The moment Lu Mingchuan appeared, the originally noisy studio instantly fell quiet for a few seconds. Every gaze in the room focused on him.

The staff had signed non-disclosure agreements and could not leak the identity of Lu Mingchuan’s spouse ahead of time, but they couldn’t help their curiosity, craning their necks to catch a glimpse.

“That person looks a lot like Secretary Qiu from Huanhe.”

“Are you sure? I remember that secretary was a Beta.”

Lu Mingchuan and Qiu Ye were assigned to a private dressing room. Just as they finished their makeup, a hurried knock sounded at the door.

Qiu Ye opened the door to see An Yilun waving energetically at him.

“Morning! I brought a few cups of iced Americanos to help with the puffiness.”

Xin Ye stood behind An Yilun, carrying the iced coffees in both hands, nodding slightly to the two inside.

After a few brief pleasantries, Qiu Ye suggested, “Shall we go find Teacher Zhou and Teacher Liang for a chat?”

The four of them walked down the corridor and soon arrived at the dressing room of Zhou You and Liang Yongning.

When Zhou You opened the door, he was wearing a traditional Chinese long robe, looking as elegant as ever. Seeing the visitors, he stepped aside slightly and said warmly, “Welcome, young friends.”

In addition to streaming on online platforms, this show had also secured a golden hour slot on Mingzhu Television.

Director Lai had originally planned to invite a middle-aged celebrity couple with an excellent reputation, and he had locked onto the former star anchor, Zhou You, almost immediately.

“Qiu Ye, we meet again. I heard you’re no longer at Huanhe? Any interest in coming to work with us?”

As Liang Yongning spoke, she reached out and patted Qiu Ye’s shoulder, shamelessly trying to poach the “gold-medal secretary.”

“Teacher Liang, it’s been a long time.” Qiu Ye smiled gently and handed over the small gift he had prepared.

An Yilun leaned in and said to Qiu Ye with great familiarity, “Qiu Ye! I want one too!”

Secretary Qiu was meticulous; every person’s small gift was different. Without exception, they were all very thoughtful.

Zhou You walked over to Xin Ye. His own child was about the same age as the young Alpha before him.

“Young man, I haven’t congratulated you on winning the championship yet.”

Xin Ye blinked and leaned close to An Yilun’s side. “Winning was all thanks to Yilun-ge. He promised me that if I won the championship, we could go public.”

An Yilun reached out to push him away, feigning an impatient but sweet complaint. “I originally wanted to keep it hidden for another two years, but he went ahead and posted it directly on Weibo.”

Lu Mingchuan leaned in toward Qiu Ye, imitating An Yilun’s manner to ask for a gift.

“Qiu Ye, I want one too.”

Qiu Ye’s earlobes turned inexplicably hot. He whispered, “What do you want?”

“A gift. Why did you only prepare them for them and not for me?” Lu Mingchuan stared at Qiu Ye, acting like a large, stubborn dog.

Watching the two whisper to each other, Zhou You tugged at Liang Yongning’s arm and sighed softly, “Young people these days are really so affectionate.”

The bright white lights beamed down as the massive solid-colored backdrop and reflectors were set in place.

The photographer stood behind the lens, giving loud instructions: “Good, Teacher Lu, get a little closer… right…”

“Teacher Qiu, turn your body slightly, try pulling on the necktie…”

Lu Mingchuan’s arm wrapped naturally around him. His warm palm pressed firmly against Qiu Ye’s waist, gently pulling him closer into his embrace.

Through the thin layer of fabric, Qiu Ye could clearly feel the other man’s body temperature.

His body stiffened for a fraction of a second, instinctively wanting to maintain a bit of distance, but then he remembered Lu Mingchuan’s words: “You need to get used to my closeness.”

Qiu Ye took the initiative to lean into Lu Mingchuan’s arms, trying to strike an intimate pose.

In the frame, Lu Mingchuan lowered his head slightly, his jaw almost touching the tips of Qiu Ye’s hair.

As they breathed, the warm air brushed past Qiu Ye’s ear.

In this small, enclosed space, the air became exceptionally thick. Every tiny touch and the friction of their clothes felt infinitely magnified.

During a break in the shooting:

Lu Mingchuan looked into Qiu Ye’s eyes and suddenly said, “Qiu Ye, you look great whether you’re wearing glasses or not.”

Qiu Ye was not good at handling compliments. He lowered his eyelashes and looked down to adjust his tie, trying to hide his fluster.

In contrast, Lu Mingchuan’s posture was calm and composed. Only the small movement of his fingertips rubbing the fabric at the other’s waist betrayed his nervousness.

At the same time, Liu Mian finished a modeling shoot and walked out of the neighboring studio.

“Drive me to this hospital.”

Liu Mian had his assistant wait outside as he took a beautifully packaged fruit basket and pushed open the door to the hospital room.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere rushed over him.

He Yuchen was leaning against the hospital bed, his expression dark, with a laptop resting on his lap.

“Young Master He, I heard you were sick and was very worried.”

“Are you feeling better?” Liu Mian spoke with a look of concern, putting the fruit basket down. His tone was so caring it was as if he truly were there just for a visit.

He Yuchen looked up at Liu Mian and asked irritably, “How did you know which room I was in?”

Liu Mian avoided the question and sat by He Yuchen’s bed, releasing a faint scent of Omega pheromones to soothe the agitated Alpha.

“Are you still angry with me because of what happened on the cruise?”

He Yuchen didn’t even lift his eyelids, only letting out a blurry grunt of cold laughter from his throat, yet he didn’t move to kick Liu Mian out.

“I know that because of that temporary marking, you and Secretary Qiu had a misunderstanding.”

Liu Mian continued on his own, his voice lowering. “Speaking of which, it’s quite a coincidence. I actually ran into Secretary Qiu at a film set.”

He Yuchen finally moved his gaze from the computer screen to Liu Mian, frowning as he spoke: “A film set?”

Liu Mian blinked. “Yes. A while ago I was acting in Tangcheng for a Republican-era drama called Deep in the Bronze Sparrow Castle.”

Liu Mian paused, then added as if offhandedly, “I didn’t even know Qiu Ye and Lu Mingchuan were so close. The two of them were practically inseparable on set.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

How could Qiu Ye be with Lu Mingchuan?

He Yuchen could not connect those two people together at all.

Observing his reaction, Liu Mian continued, “It’s true. It’s not like I’m the only person in the crew with eyes.”

Liu Mian moved slightly closer to He Yuchen, sitting in a very demure posture.

“Do you think I’m in desperate need of Omega pheromones?”

“Get away from me, it smells disgusting.”

“Young Master He…” Liu Mian bit his lower lip, daring to continue releasing his green tea-scented soothing pheromones.

In the next second, out-of-control Alpha pheromones exploded with a thick, violent aura, making Liu Mian’s breathing hitch.

“Get out!” He Yuchen’s voice was hoarse and cold, each word sounding as if it were squeezed through his teeth.

He Yuchen reached out and pressed the call button, having security “escort” Liu Mian out.

The corridor outside the hospital room smelled of disinfectant.

Xu Zilang paced back and forth outside the VIP room, raising his hand several times, his fingertips almost touching the cold door handle.

Should he tell He Yuchen?

Xu Zilang regretted taking on this task in the first place.

He Yuchen clearly still harbored an extreme possessiveness toward his “married ex-boyfriend.”

Telling an Alpha with pheromone disorder such news at this time was no different from pouring a bucket of ice water into a boiling vat of oil.

When He Yuchen saw Xu Zilang enter, he spoke with some urgency: “Zilang, the matter I asked you to investigate—is there a result?”

Xu Zilang’s footsteps faltered, and his whole body stiffened imperceptibly.

His eyes darted around, not daring to meet the gaze of the person on the bed. “Not… not yet…”

“The people I found weren’t reliable. It probably needs a bit more time.”

He Yuchen stared at Xu Zilang and said coldly, “No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price.”

Xu Zilang asked tentatively, “What if Qiu Ye really likes the guy?”

If nothing else, Lu Mingchuan was indeed very good-looking.

He Yuchen took a deep breath, his voice dry. “There is no such ‘what if’.”

Xu Zilang pursed his lips and could only change the subject, asking, “Did the doctor say when you can be discharged?”

He Yuchen’s indicators were unstable, and the head of the Pheromone Department had suggested he stay for observation.

Lately, Huanhe’s meetings had all been held online.

He Yuchen closed his eyes and said, “In a few more days, I’ll have someone arrange the discharge.”

For some unknown reason, Xu Zilang urged, “Pheromone disorder is no small matter. You should listen to the doctor and stay in the hospital for a few more days.”

“I can’t stay here forever.”

He Yuchen looked down at several artist profiles he had received in his email, saying softly, “Besides Lu Mingchuan, I’m considering other artists suitable for that historical power-struggle drama.”

The moment Xu Zilang heard Lu Mingchuan’s name, he visibly tensed up, his fingers unconsciously gripping his phone.

“Why are you suddenly bringing him up?”

He Yuchen didn’t notice Xu Zilang’s abnormality and continued to ask, “What do you think of him playing the lead?”

Xu Zilang licked his lips nervously and waited a long while before saying, “I think… Lu Mingchuan just got married. He might not be focusing on work right now.”

He Yuchen gave a low “Mm.”

“I had the people below look for a few young actors, but after reaching out, none of them felt right.”

“Oh right, Qin Yanting’s manager also looked for me. His personal image fits quite well, it’s just that his last two dramas didn’t perform very well.”

He Yuchen casually opened the Weibo hot search and took a look, saying to Xu Zilang, “Lu Mingchuan is participating in that marriage variety show on Mingzhu TV.”

The Weibo hot search terms popped up on the phone screen, making Xu Zilang’s heart jump in fear.

#LuMingchuanVarietyDebut# #LuMingchuanOnMarriageVariety# #TheTravelDiaryOfLove#

The official post announcing the guest lineup popped up on the Weibo home page.

He Yuchen hadn’t originally planned to click on it, but Xu Zilang, whose face had changed color beside him, suddenly snatched his phone away.

“This kind of variety show is very boring.”

He Yuchen was stunned by his reaction. He frowned unpleasantly and said, “What is wrong with you today?”

“Are you hiding something from me?”

“Give me the phone!”

Xu Zilang’s smile looked worse than a cry. He stalled for two seconds before slowly handing the phone back.

The official Weibo account for The Travel Diary of Love had posted formal dynamic posters for the three pairs of CPs. The caption for one set was written in bold as a Heavyweight Announcement! Special Guests: @LuMingchuan @QiuYe.

He Yuchen stared at that all-too-familiar name. His pupils shrank violently, and his eyes widened in shock.

On the dynamic poster, Qiu Ye was pulling on Lu Mingchuan’s necktie with one hand, forcing the other man to lean down toward him slightly.

Lu Mingchuan went along with it, lowering his head with a trace of indulgent smiling at the corner of his lips, tightly embracing the other’s waist.

A wine-red necktie was wound and tightened between their fingers, the tension between them unspeakable.

It looked as though they would kiss in the very next second.