After Getting Pregnant, I’m Divorcing My Alpha - Chapter 1

In Zongming City, inside the large conference room on the 23rd floor of Royal Film and Television, a thunderous roar of anger was erupting.

Whenever staff members passed by the door, it was as if their shoes were slicked with oil; they hurried past at lightning speed, pretending they hadn’t heard a thing.

This was hardly the first time such a scene had unfolded at Royal Film and Television. Everyone had grown accustomed to it, avoiding the area when possible and treating it as gossip for their breaks when things quieted down.

“An Xiangdi! Director Qiu personally delivered this contract to our doorstep, and you just refuse to sign it? You’ve got a lot of nerve thinking you’re so damn important!” A middle-aged man in a silver suit was fuming, spittle flying as he raged at An Xiangdi, who sat nearby.

An Xiangdi kept his head down, quietly looking at his phone. He allowed his manager, Li Guan, to vent his fury without offering a single word in response.

Today, he was wearing a rabbit-gray sweater with a wide, loose neckline that draped lazily over his frame, revealing his sexy collarbones and a fair amount of pale skin. The sleeves were slightly long, covering most of his slender white hands, leaving only his long fingers visible as they gripped the phone.

Xiao Xiao: Can’t make dinner tonight.

Xiao Xiao: Got a last-minute notice.

Xiao Xiao: [Image.jpg]

Looking at the messages popping up in the chat box, An Xiangdi pursed his lips.

Shen Xiao had sent a screenshot of the notification from his assistant exactly as it was, almost like he was reporting for duty. An Xiangdi didn’t know whether to praise him for being so formal.

After a moment’s thought, An Xiangdi lightly tapped the screen and replied.

Dizi: You’re treating me next time.

The other party was likely amused by him, as he sent back an emoji.

However, before An Xiangdi could look at it, a loud thud echoed in his ears. He looked up to see the tablet Li Guan had been holding now lying in pieces in the corner—a “death” that was anything but peaceful.

An Xiangdi narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting slightly. If he remembered correctly, that tablet belonged to someone in the business department.

Seeing An Xiangdi look up with that same indifferent attitude, Li Guan felt a sudden pang of trepidation. After all, An Xiangdi was an Alpha, while he was just an ordinary Beta.

But he was in the heat of anger and couldn’t bear to lose face. As if trying to bolster his own courage, he raised his voice and shouted again: “Did you hear what I said? Don’t think just because you’re a little famous now that you can—”

An Xiangdi clicked his phone screen off and coolly interrupted him: “If I don’t take myself seriously, am I supposed to take you seriously?”

Li Guan froze, momentarily failing to realize which of his sentences An Xiangdi was retorting. When he finally recovered, his face turned blue with rage.

An Xiangdi pushed off slightly with his feet, causing his rolling chair to glide back a short distance. He stood up slowly, calmly adjusting the sweater that had slipped to one side. With one hand in his pocket, he crossed the room in a few long strides and stood directly in front of Li Guan.

Li Guan swallowed his fire, forcing himself to hold his ground to save face. Unfortunately, even with height-increasing insoles in his leather shoes, he still had to crane his neck to look the man in the eye. His momentum instantly withered.

An Xiangdi looked down at him, his lips curling into a faint smile that held no warmth: “Brother Li, don’t waste your energy. I have a pile of notices waiting for me to pick from; Director Qiu’s projects really aren’t worth the table space. Besides, his hands are a bit too restless—is he waiting for me to dislocate his other arm?”

Without waiting for Li Guan to speak, An Xiangdi made a face of mock realization and teased, “But then again… I didn’t know you liked that type. If you want to get close to Director Qiu, you don’t need to use me as an excuse. Just tell me directly; I certainly won’t stop you from going. After all… true love is invincible, right?”

Li Guan’s face turned various shades of green and white, while a young assistant nearby covered their mouth to stifle a laugh.

“You—you!” Finally, Li Guan stammered the word “you” for a long time but couldn’t squeeze out anything else.

An Xiangdi raised his hand and gave the 1.6-meter-tall Li Guan a firm but light pat on the shoulder. “Seriously, if it works out, remember to invite me to the wedding.”

With that, An Xiangdi pulled back his smile and left the conference room without a backward glance.

The young assistant hesitated for a moment, walked over to Li Guan—who was inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat—said, “Goodbye, Brother Li,” and quickly followed An Xiangdi.

Once they reached the underground parking lot, An Xiangdi climbed into the back of the van and leaned lazily against the headrest.

As soon as the assistant sat in the passenger seat, he checked the time and hurried to remind him: “Teacher An, at three o’clock you have a shoot for the next cover of Ci Sheng magazine, and after that, there’s a new music video to film.”

An Xiangdi made a mental note. Recalling the tablet smashed in the conference room, he said, “Xiao Gu, remember to buy a tablet.”

“Okay, don’t worry, I’ll make sure the company reimburses it.” Xiao Gu was a Beta, a senior in college who had just started working as An Xiangdi’s assistant two weeks ago. Although not exceptionally bright, he was efficient and, more importantly, obedient, which is why An Xiangdi usually brought him along on assignments.

“No need, I’ll give you the money.” Without another word, An Xiangdi transferred 20,000 yuan to Xiao Gu’s account.

Xiao Gu felt an odd sense of heartache for An Xiangdi’s money, given that he hadn’t even been the one to break it. But knowing the poor relationship between An Xiangdi and his manager Li Guan, he could guess that any attempt at reimbursement would lead nowhere. An Xiangdi, unaware of his assistant’s wandering thoughts, was busy texting Shen Xiao.

Dizi: What are you doing?

An Xiangdi didn’t get a text back, but a phone call came through instead.

“Hello.”

“What’s wrong?” The voice on the other end was deep. The surroundings sounded very quiet; he must have found a secluded corner to take the call.

“Nothing, just bored and asking casually,” An Xiangdi said, not letting on.

But Shen Xiao had always known him well: “Did you get into another fight with your manager?”

Caught in the truth, An Xiangdi pursed his lips and didn’t answer.

“Change agencies. I’ll arrange it.” Shen Xiao couldn’t remember how many times he had suggested this.

“No.” Having just lost his temper, An Xiangdi was still irritable, and his tone was a bit sharp.

The other end of the line went quiet for a moment before a soft “Mm” was heard.

“…Go back to work, I’m hanging up.”

The conversation ended abruptly. It wasn’t the first time they had disagreed over the issue of the management company; every time, it ended clumsily, only for them to flip the page the next day as if nothing had happened.

An Xiangdi had always been very proud. He wasn’t the type to change agencies just because of a little unpleasantness, so Shen Xiao’s persuasion was bound to be fruitless.

Not long after, the driver arrived. He didn’t say much after getting in, quickly starting the car to head toward the magazine shoot location.

Ci Sheng was one of the top five men’s magazines in China and was widely considered the most picky. To land a cover on Ci Sheng, being famous wasn’t enough—one had to have an extraordinary sense of fashion. Everyone in the industry knew that if you were lucky enough to shoot a Ci Sheng cover, you wouldn’t have to worry about fashion resources for the next three to five years.

As it happened, An Xiangdi was a regular at Ci Sheng. Not only did he grace the cover frequently, but he often had dedicated internal features.

A three-story vintage building appeared at the corner of the road. The area was somewhat remote; on a weekday afternoon, almost no one passed by. Aside from a green mailbox by the road and a red fire hydrant nearby, there were only a few bare trees, making the scene quite desolate.

Once the driver stopped, Xiao Gu jumped out to open the door for An Xiangdi.

The cold air outside immediately rushed into the car, quickly defeating the warmth of the air conditioning.

An Xiangdi’s sweater was oversized and airy; he shivered from the cold, his nose twitching slightly behind his black mask.

“Teacher An, this.” Xiao Gu was quick, handing An Xiangdi a black overcoat from the back seat. “It’s Teacher Shen’s.”

An Xiangdi’s eyebrows twitched. “He left this here?”

“Yes, he said you’d rather freeze than wear something too heavy, so he specifically told me to give it to you.”

An Xiangdi reached out and took the coat. Thinking of the man he’d just had an unresolved chat with, he muttered, “He’s so fussy.”

Yet, he put it on anyway.

The coat was a size larger than what he usually wore. Honestly, wearing it didn’t block much of the bone-chilling southern wind, but miraculously, An Xiangdi didn’t feel as cold anymore. Especially after catching the faint scent of brandy pheromones lingering on the coat, his whole body felt warm.

Stepping into the vintage building, the door closed quickly, shutting out the cold.

The central heating inside was strong, making it quite warm, but An Xiangdi kept the coat on as he went upstairs.

The three-story building housed various departments of Ci Sheng. The photography area was at the end of the third-floor hallway, created by knocking through three work zones. It was no less impressive than a professional studio—spacious and fully equipped.

When An Xiangdi arrived at the third floor, the staff from the photography department were preparing for the shoot. Someone with sharp eyes saw him and shouted, “Teacher An is here!”

The shout was quite abrupt in the relatively quiet space, and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him.

An Xiangdi was long used to this “center of attention” welcome. He walked confidently up to the photography director. “Director Ning.”

“Just in time. Go get your makeup done now and we’ll be right on schedule.” Director Ning was in his forties, a veteran at Ci Sheng who liked to be hands-on. Every piece of work he touched turned out exceptionally well.

“Mm.” After the greeting, a staff member immediately led An Xiangdi into the dressing room next to the photography area.

The stylist went over the details of how many sets of clothes they were shooting today and the general style. After finishing, she suddenly added, “Teacher An, we have a new photographer here today.”

The makeup artist, who was still holding an eyebrow pencil, couldn’t wait to chime in: “He was here a few days ago and I saw him—a handsome foreign guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He’s an Alpha, too.”

Whether it was an Alpha or an Omega, An Xiangdi wasn’t interested. He fiddled with the platinum ring on his left ring finger, giving no reaction.

The makeup artist and stylist both fell silent. They had almost forgotten that the person in front of them was also an Alpha—and a self-centered, married Alpha at that. Although he never released his pheromones, they could imagine his scent must be the kind people both love and hate.

An Xiangdi had a great natural look, so the styling didn’t take much effort and was finished quickly.

The stylist and makeup artist stood behind him, constantly praising his looks as if they wanted to plaster the word “handsome” on his forehead.

An Xiangdi enjoyed the praise. He reached up and lightly brushed a few strands of hair that had been dyed white. He took out his phone, snapped a selfie with the native camera, and after some thought, sent it to the person pinned at the top of his WeChat. Then, he tossed the phone to Xiao Gu for safekeeping and walked out of the dressing room.

Xiao Gu naturally didn’t dare look at An Xiangdi’s phone, placing it into the bag without looking.

The dark screen lit up for a moment inside the bag as two messages popped up in succession.

Xiao Xiao: It looks good.

Xiao Xiao: But, only the hair?