After Getting Pregnant, I’m Divorcing My Alpha - Chapter 29

Before An Xiangdi could ask what “probably” meant, the private doctor arrived on set.

Liu Qing hurried out to bring the doctor in, who immediately performed a thorough treatment of An Xiangdi’s wound and also checked on Ying Chong and An Xiao.

“Avoid getting it wet for a week. Apply this medicine morning and night, and change the gauze when you do,” the doctor instructed sternly.

“The baby.” Shen Xiao mentioned the child for the first time in front of an outsider.

At the mention of these two words, the private doctor exploded like a firecracker: “Mr. An is pregnant! I’ve reminded you before, Mr. Shen, to be extremely careful no matter what you do! If the injury today wasn’t on his hand but on his waist or even his stomach, you’d regret it for the rest of your life!”

The entire crew fell into silence, secretly watching Shen Xiao get scolded with amused expressions.

An Xiangdi felt an urge to laugh heartlessly at Shen Xiao’s discomfited expression, but with the doctor still standing nearby, he held it back.

Although it wasn’t Shen Xiao’s fault, he stood there obediently, taking the reprimand and carefully noting down all the precautions the doctor mentioned.

Afterward, Liu Qing hailed a taxi for the private doctor and respectfully saw him off.

With Wang Xingxiu’s permission, the crew members dispersed from the set and returned to the hotel to rest. As most people had left, An Xiangdi approached Wang Xingxiu.

“Director Wang, I need to take a few days off. My father asked me to go back home.”

“Sure, Shen Xiao already told me. Go ahead,” Wang Xingxiu agreed without hesitation. “By the time you return, we should be ready to resume filming.”

“Thank you.”

Outside, Shen Xiao was standing with Yao Honglang.

“You’re going back?” Yao Honglang asked.

“I’ll leave tomorrow and should be back in three or four days,” An Xiangdi replied truthfully.

Yao Honglang gave an “Oh” and said, “If there’s any news about the situation on set, I’ll contact you by phone.”

Without waiting for An Xiangdi’s response, Yao Honglang quickly walked away.

Back at the hotel, Shen Xiao helped An Xiangdi pack his luggage, while An Xiangdi handled the smaller items himself.

As he tossed scattered rings and earrings into a jewelry box, An Xiangdi paused when he picked up a silver ring, suddenly recalling the ring on the makeup artist’s finger that morning.

These two rings were a set, but now only half remained.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Xiao asked, noticing An Xiangdi had suddenly frozen.

“Nothing.” An Xiangdi snapped out of it and dropped the ring into the box. With just one ring as evidence, he couldn’t accuse someone outright perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Since his right hand was injured, taking a shower that evening proved difficult. An Xiangdi struggled on his own for a while before Shen Xiao, unable to stand it any longer, pushed open the bathroom door and stood naked opposite him.

“I should’ve just used a plastic bag to cover it. What a hassle,” An Xiangdi muttered, letting Shen Xiao scrub him down.

“It wouldn’t breathe,” Shen Xiao dismissed the idea outright.

When the washcloth brushed over the gland at the back of An Xiangdi’s neck, he let out a soft groan, his eyes reddening at the corners. “Don’t touch there randomly.”

Shen Xiao glanced at the gland. Whether it was his imagination or not, An Xiangdi’s gland seemed much more prominent than before.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the gland. An Xiangdi’s legs went weak, and he leaned against Shen Xiao, panting softly.

“I told you not to touch me randomly.” Ever since getting pregnant, his glands had become extremely sensitive.

Seeing An Xiangdi’s flushed cheeks, Shen Xiao pressed his lips together and without hesitation pulled him into an embrace, giving him a deep kiss.

After they parted, both panting heavily, An Xiangdi didn’t care that bathing alone would be inconvenient and immediately pushed Shen Xiao out of the room.

The next afternoon, Shen Xiao drove Cheng Youyi’s car and took An Xiangdi back to his hometown, Yaohai City, the neighboring city of Zongming City.

When he was young, because An Xiangdi’s father, An Hongxian, had a lot of work in Zongming City, the whole family moved there and became neighbors with Shen Xiao’s family. Later, however, An Xiangdi’s parents stepped back from their careers and moved back to their old house in Yaohai City.

Since both of his parents were artists from the older generation, the old house was filled with a strong artistic atmosphere, with music-related elements visible everywhere.

Ding Mei’s piano was placed in the music room on the second floor. Her piano was one of only two limited editions in the country, something that couldn’t be bought even with money.

Parking the car in a spot outside the courtyard, Shen Xiao carried bags full of nutritional supplements and entered the house with An Xiangdi.

“Dad,” An Xiangdi called out before even seeing his father.

This was a tactic called “striking first to gain the upper hand.” Otherwise, his father would definitely ask, “Why didn’t you call out when you came home?”

An Hongxian, who had been preparing dinner in the kitchen, dropped his ladle and rushed out without even taking off his apron.

Just as An Hongxian was about to hug An Xiangdi, Shen Xiao stepped in front of him and intercepted the oncoming An Hongxian. “Dad, Xiangdi is pregnant. Be careful.”

An Hongxian, unable to hug his son, looked disappointed. But then, remembering that his son was pregnant, he muttered, “Ah, you’re already pregnant. Our An’an has grown up.”

An Xiangdi, twenty-nine years old, rubbed his nose. Thankfully, Shen Xiao had blocked his father; otherwise, he might have dodged the hug, which would have led to endless complaints.

Ding Mei came out of the music room and slowly descended the stairs. She was wearing a black floral maxi dress today, her curly hair elegantly tied up. “An’an, you’re back. Come, let Mom take a look.”

Compared to An Hongxian, An Xiangdi was more willing to let Ding Mei hug him.

But Ding Mei didn’t hug him. Instead, she took his hand and immediately noticed the gauze wrapped around it. “What happened? Did you get hurt?”

“No, it’s just.”

“Xiangdi has been practicing,” Shen Xiao lied calmly.

“Practicing?” An Hongxian looked skeptical.

“Yes, in the drama Xiangdi is filming, there’s a scene where he has to do a lot of things with an injured hand,” Shen Xiao explained smoothly. “To achieve the best effect, Xiangdi has been practicing with gauze wrapped around his hand during the day.”

“I’ve said it before just stick to being a singer. Acting is so troublesome,” An Hongxian said, completely buying the story without hesitation.

An Xiangdi was surprised how easily his parents were fooled. He smiled and said, “I’m just trying new things. Since I’m so talented, shouldn’t I let the whole world see how amazing I am?”

“Exactly!” An Hongxian slapped his thigh. “Our An’an is the best in the world! No matter what he does, he’s the greatest!”

Ding Mei couldn’t stand his enthusiasm and gave him a sharp slap. “Enough! Go back to cooking! If you keep praising him like this, your son will think he can conquer the entire universe!”

An Hongxian wanted to retort but suddenly remembered the half-cooked soup and hurried back to the kitchen.

“Mom has washed and sun-dried the quilts and everything for you. Why don’t you go upstairs and get settled first? Come down later for dinner.” Ding Mei reached out to help with the luggage.

Shen Xiao quickly stepped in, handing the nutritional supplements to Ding Mei instead. “Mom, I’ll take care of the luggage.”

With that, he lifted the suitcase effortlessly. An Xiangdi greeted them briefly before following Shen Xiao upstairs.

The old house wasn’t as luxurious or meticulously designed as modern villas, and the space wasn’t particularly large especially An Xiangdi’s room, which was merely a guest bedroom he had occupied since childhood.

Pushing the door open, a wave of familiarity washed over him. Like a bird returning to its nest, An Xiangdi felt unusually cheerful and threw himself straight onto the bed.

Shen Xiao turned on the light in the room and drew the curtains. “This desk is still here.”

An Xiangdi stared at the worn, earthy-yellow desk. During the New Year visit, his mother had insisted on throwing it out and replacing it with a new one, but An Hongxian had vehemently opposed the idea, declaring, “We can’t discard any memories of An’an.”

It seemed his father’s stubbornness had won the battle.

“Let it stay,” An Xiangdi said indifferently. He wasn’t one to cling to the past, but having a home filled with memories felt warm.

“It’s good to keep it. Our first kiss happened right here.” Shen Xiao’s fingers glided over the desk’s surface, his expression softening.

An Xiangdi froze, sneaking a glance at Shen Xiao before burying his face in the quilt. “Let’s not bring up the past.”

Shen Xiao chuckled a rare sound. “I’ll dream about it tonight. A fair and tender Di pushing me onto this desk, telling me, ‘You have to date me,’ and then forcing a kiss”

An Xiangdi abruptly threw off the quilt, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Shen Xiao!”

“Actually, if you just crooked your finger now, I’d come to you.” Shen Xiao walked to the bedside, his eyes brimming with affection.

An Xiangdi looked up at him, then after a moment, grabbed Shen Xiao’s collar and pulled him down, biting his lower lip in retaliation. Only when he tasted blood did he release it. “You’re mine.”

“Always have been.” Seeing the alluring sight of blood on An Xiangdi’s lips, Shen Xiao lifted him onto his lap and reclaimed control.

Half an hour later, at the An family dining table, An Hongxian’s gaze shifted repeatedly between the cut on Shen Xiao’s lower lip and An Xiangdi’s swollen lips.

An Xiangdi squirmed under the scrutiny, stuffing a bite of vegetables into his mouth.

“Eat more meat.” An Hongxian was about to serve An Xiangdi some meat when Ding Mei stopped him.

“The child is pregnant. He should eat less greasy food.”

“It’s not greasy!” An Hongxian had spent considerable time planning the meal, carefully avoiding ingredients unsuitable for a pregnant person and leaning toward lighter dishes. But a table full of vegetables wouldn’t provide enough nutrition.

“An’an, eat whatever you want. Don’t mind your dad.” Ding Mei ignored An Hongxian, smiling at An Xiangdi.

“Okay, Mom, you two eat as well.” As he spoke, An Xiangdi served his father a piece of meat, his gesture clearly placating.

Only then did An Hongxian fall silent, focusing intently on the meat his son had given him.

An Xiangdi indeed had little appetite, but it was much better than during the early stages of his pregnancy. Being home lifted his spirits, so he managed to eat most of his bowl of rice. The only inconvenience was his injured right hand, which made using chopsticks somewhat difficult.

After the meal, An Hongxian cleared the dishes and went to wash them. Seeing how hard he was working, An Xiangdi, though unable to help much due to his hand injury, followed him into the kitchen. Even just listening to his father’s chatter felt like a blessing.

Ding Mei stopped Shen Xiao. “Shen Xiao, come with me for a moment.”

“Okay.”

Shen Xiao followed Ding Mei to the piano room, where she carefully closed the door behind them.

“You’ve worked hard taking care of An’an these past few years.”

“Mom, what are you saying?”

“I’m relieved to see how well you two get along now.” Ding Mei seemed to have let go of a long-held worry. “Back then, when An’an hid his pheromone issues from us and could only sense yours, we had no choice but to ask for your help. He’s liked you since he was little, but I’ve always worried that An’an’s condition might have trapped you.”

“Mom.” Shen Xiao suddenly grew serious. “I love him, so regarding this matter… I’d prefer if we didn’t bring it up again.”

An Xiangdi had strong self-esteem, and his abnormal pheromones were like a stain on his life. He had kept it hidden all this time, afraid of being discovered. Now that things were improving, those in the know should keep it to themselves.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Ding Mei suddenly understood. “Let’s not mention it again. But Shen Xiao, I still want to thank you.”

Shen Xiao let out a long sigh. “I want to thank you too. If it weren’t for all of you, I might still be alone.”