After Breaking Up, I Married A Top Alpha Movie Star And Fell In Love - Chapter 22

Inpatient Department Corridor.

A male nurse in a pink uniform pushed a medicine cart past in a hurry, knocking on the door of the VIP ward.

“Mr. He, are you in?”

The male nurse pushed the door open, only to find the room empty.

Inside the office, the Director of the Pheromone Department looked down, flipping through the newly released examination report. He asked in a serious tone, “Are you certain you want to be discharged early?”

“Yes.” He Yuchen placed his hand on the desk, tapping the surface impatiently with his fingertips.

He had already wasted too much time in the hospital.

“Your pheromone levels have only just stabilized slightly. There can be no more mistakes in your subsequent recovery; you must pay extra attention.”

The doctor closed the report, his gaze sharp as he looked at his patient. He continued, “I suggest you find a highly compatible Omega partner as soon as possible to perform regular pheromone soothing. This will be beneficial for stabilizing your condition.”

“Otherwise, if there is another loss of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

He Yuchen frowned and did not answer.

He disliked entrusting his own weaknesses to another person to solve, as if he had to rely on an Omega just to survive.

“Doctor, if my future partner is a Beta, what should I do?”

The doctor blinked, let out a sigh, and said, “Alphas and Omegas are naturally attracted to each other through pheromones. If you like a Beta, the subsequent treatment will be very difficult to handle.”

He Yuchen let out a cold snort, mocking himself. “Is that so? It seems my illness is incurable then.”

The doctor shook his head, a look of worry on his face. Watching He Yuchen leave, he whispered, “People nowadays take advantage of their youth and don’t take things seriously. Truly reckless.”

He Yuchen stood before a full-length mirror, fastening the last button of his suit vest.

The deep grey three-piece suit was impeccably tailored, tightly wrapping around his slightly thin frame, just barely suppressing the pale fragility following his illness.

He lowered his head to adjust his shirt collar, subconsciously reaching out as if to take a tie that Qiu Ye had coordinated for him, only to suddenly see a different face in the reflection.

He Yuchen was dazed for a second or two before realizing that Qiu Ye was not there.

“President He, everything is ready.”

The gloom in the depths of He Yuchen’s eyes swirled. He took a deep breath and tied his necktie meticulously.

“Let’s go. Don’t keep Director Wang waiting.”

The light from the crystal chandelier overhead was soft, and the silver cutlery reflected a cold glint against the burgundy tablecloth.

He Yuchen sat opposite the newly appointed Director of Mingzhu Station; the dishes in front of him were almost untouched.

“How is President He’s recovery going?” Director Wang raised his glass in a gesture.

The two shared a brief clink of glasses.

“Just a minor issue,” He Yuchen replied, draining his glass of white wine.

“To invite me to dinner so urgently, there must be something important on your mind?” Director Wang’s smile was slick; he clearly knew what was happening.

He Yuchen didn’t bother with pleasantries and cut straight to the chase. “Straight talkers don’t use hidden words. I hope that the key project your station is about to launch, ‘The Travel Diary of Love’, can be suspended.”

The smile on Director Wang’s face didn’t change. He put down his wine glass and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. “Oh? Does President He have some high-level insight regarding this project?”

“I do not wish for this program to be broadcast.” He Yuchen’s tone was forceful, carrying a faint, imperceptible trace of agitation.

Having accepted favors from He Yuchen, Director Wang crossed his arms and put on a troubled expression. “Oh dear, this might be… quite difficult to manage.”

“The project has already started, investment recruitment is complete, and the contracts are in black and white. If we call it off now, just the liquidated damages alone… I wouldn’t be able to give an account to the various parties involved.”

Director Wang paused, his tone shifting subtly. “However, if President He has any other requirements, Mingzhu Station will certainly do its utmost to satisfy them.”

He Yuchen’s jawline was clamped tight. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Then I won’t make things difficult for Director Wang. The show can continue.”

Director Wang’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he waited for the follow-up.

“But I need to participate in the entire recording as a guest.”

The soft key lights had just been turned off, and a lingering warmth remained in the interview room.

Lu Mingchuan and Qiu Ye walked side-by-side out of the filming area, which was decorated like a cozy living room, their faces still carrying the traces of focused intensity.

“How was it? Still nervous?”

Qiu Ye shook his head and replied, “The interview is over, what would I be nervous about?”

Lu Mingchuan looked at Qiu Ye. “That last question—neither of us answered it. I wonder if they’ll edit it in.”

Qiu Ye pursed his lips and continued walking forward.

Lu Mingchuan was referring to the question about the “moment of first heartbeat.”

At that time, both had subconsciously looked at each other, but the moment their eyes met, they quickly looked away.

Just as they reached a relatively quiet corner, two girls holding posters hurried toward them, their cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Teacher Lu! Teacher Qiu! Sorry to bother you!” One of the girls wearing a staff ID gathered her courage to speak, her voice trembling slightly from nerves.

“We really, really like you! Could… could we trouble you for an autograph? Just sign them together!”

Qiu Ye was clearly not used to such passionate strangers. He was momentarily stunned and subconsciously looked at Lu Mingchuan beside him.

Lu Mingchuan naturally took the posters and the pen, nodding with a gentle expression. “Of course.”

He swiftly wrote his distinctive artistic signature next to Qiu Ye’s waist on the poster, then handed the pen to Qiu Ye.

Qiu Ye took the pen, leaned over, and seriously wrote his name next to that sharp signature.

The two distinctly different names leaned closely together, each side nearing the other, creating a strange sense of harmony.

“We will always support Wangchuan Qiushui! You two must be happy forever!”

“Wangchuan Qiushui?” (Longing for You/Eyes Piercing the Autumn Water). Qiu Ye didn’t react immediately as he handed the first signed double-poster to the girl.

Lu Mingchuan raised an eyebrow, a trace of unnoticeable playfulness in his deep voice. “Hmm?”

The girl realized she had accidentally blurted out the name used by the CP (Couple) fans, and her face instantly turned red.

“Ah! It’s… it’s the CP name everyone came up with! The ‘Chuan’ from Lu Mingchuan and the ‘Qiu’ from Qiu Ye…”

“The river and the shore, the mountains and the water depending on each other,” the girl spoke softer and softer, almost hiding behind her companion.

Qiu Ye’s hand paused while signing. He lowered his eyelashes, and a shade of crimson crept onto his small, snowy-white earlobes.

Lu Mingchuan nodded, his gaze drifting seemingly unintentionally over Qiu Ye’s profile. The corners of his lips curved upward as he commented, “It’s a good name.”

Returning to the lounge, the light meal bowls ordered by Xiao Bei had just arrived on the table.

Qiu Ye lightly poked the avocado in his bowl with a fork, looking up at Lu Mingchuan, who was eating quietly opposite him. He asked the question he had been curious about for a long time: “Why did you want to become an actor in the first place?”

For Lu Mingchuan at that time, there should have been many career paths to choose from.

“Because,” his voice was steady, yet carried an undetectable tension.

Lu Mingchuan spoke slowly, “Because I wanted to be seen.”

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, landing in the depths of his eyes and reflecting a tiny glint of light.

Qiu Ye thought of the massive posters of Lu Mingchuan in high-end malls and the various characters he played on TV and in movies. He said, “Then you should have already achieved that.”

Lu Mingchuan looked at Qiu Ye silently. His choice to be an actor actually had a layer of reasoning that was not known to outsiders.

He hoped that a certain person, who might have already forgotten him, would always hear news of him and see his face.

He hoped to be silent yet omnipresent—even if he only became the noisy background noise in that person’s world.

Coastal Highway.

The setting sun hung over the mountains, and the orange-red sunset glow filled the horizon.

Qiu Ye looked out the car window; the boundless sea surface melted into a sheet of shimmering gold foil, dotted with floating light.

The interior of the Rolls-Royce was filled with soothing jazz music. A radio host read out a listener’s submission in a sweet voice.

“Today at the corner coffee shop, I saw the person I had a crush on in high school. He was the same as before, still liking to sit by the window…”

Lu Mingchuan watched the empty, winding road ahead. Hearing this, his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

“This year is the tenth year of my secret crush, and I finally gathered the courage…”

Lu Mingchuan’s gaze swept across the rearview mirror, and his brow suddenly furrowed.

A black Porsche had appeared behind them like a ghost at some unknown time. It was tailing them very closely, its posture extremely oppressive.

“That car behind us,” Lu Mingchuan’s voice dropped several degrees, “it’s been following us for a long time. Something is wrong.”

Hearing this, Qiu Ye looked back and noticed the abnormally close car as well. The other party even arrogantly flashed their high beams twice; the white light was excessively blinding.

“Paparazzi?” Qiu Ye guessed instinctively, but quickly corrected himself. “Doesn’t seem like it… this is too blatant.”

Before he could finish his sentence, the Porsche suddenly accelerated, pulling level with the Rolls-Royce in an instant.

Instead of pulling away after overtaking, the other driver hugged the line even tighter. The side mirrors of the two cars almost touched.

Without warning, the Porsche suddenly swerved to the right, seemingly trying to force the Rolls-Royce off the road.

“Watch out!” Qiu Ye cried out in alarm.

Lu Mingchuan slammed the steering wheel to evade. The tires grated against the road surface, producing sparks and a piercing screech.

Qiu Ye was tossed by the massive inertia, but fortunately, the seatbelt held him firmly in his seat.

“Sit tight.” Lu Mingchuan glanced at Qiu Ye, his sharp eyes scanning the rearview mirror.

The two cars chased each other back and forth on the winding coastal highway.

Lu Mingchuan’s eyes darkened. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he floored the accelerator; the engine let out a low, heavy roar.

In the rearview mirror, the black Porsche was suddenly thrown back a distance by this abrupt, extreme acceleration.

Qiu Ye had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The Porsche accelerated again, closing in and sticking to them like a mad dog, once again intentionally swerving toward the front of the Rolls-Royce.

Qiu Ye reached out to grab the handle above his head. With his other hand, he pulled out his phone and said, “I’m calling the police.”

Just as he was about to press the numbers, the Porsche performed an even more insane maneuver.

The owner of the Porsche was no longer satisfied with just provocation; they slammed violently into the rear of the Rolls-Royce from the side.

BANG—

The massive sound of impact was accompanied by a violent shudder of the car body.

Lu Mingchuan held the steering wheel with a death grip, preventing the car from spinning out and crashing into the highway guardrails. He slowed down steadily and came to a stop at the edge of the cliff.

The front airbags of the Rolls-Royce deployed rapidly, filling the space around Lu Mingchuan and Qiu Ye.

The Porsche was also heavily damaged; the bumper had fallen off completely. After a sharp turn and emergency brake, it slid horizontally in front of them, completely blocking the road.

“Qiu Ye, are you okay?”

Qiu Ye shook his head, opening the window on his side to let the moist sea breeze pour in from outside.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

Qiu Ye took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He picked up the phone at his feet and was about to dial the last digit of the emergency number.

He subconsciously looked up, and his eyes suddenly met a pair of crazed, obsessive eyes outside the windshield.