After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The room erupted into a flurry of whispers.

So, rather than opening her mouth to admit the relationship, she’d rather drink?

Just how precious is Doctor Lu’s voice?

Lu Shen couldn’t handle alcohol at all. She had downed the glass like water, and it hit her instantly. Her face flushed a deep crimson, her head began to swim, and she swayed on her feet. Zhang Simeng and the others were terrified and scrambled to call for a hangover soup.

A crowd of Alphas surged forward to support her, but An Zhaoyu finally rose from the sofa. She wrapped an arm around Lu Shen’s waist to catch her, simultaneously blocking any Alpha’s attempt to get close. She guided Lu Shen into the seat she had just vacated and perched herself on the armrest beside her.

“Xiao Yu, what exactly is the relationship between you two?”

“Is it not obvious enough?” An Zhaoyu’s hand remained firmly on Lu Shen’s waist. Her gaze swept threateningly across the various Alpha classmates who clearly had designs on Lu Shen, though her tone remained casual. “She’s my wife.”

Since Lu Shen refused to say it, she had to be the one to speak.

“What? No way!”

“Did I hear that right? Lu Shen is a Beta and you’re an Omega—she’s your wife? You’re married?”

“Wasn’t it your brother who liked Lu Shen? How did you end up together?”

“And you guys were pretending to be strangers? Playing us for fools?”

“You actually chased your brother’s girl right into your own hands!”

My brother’s girl? When had Lu Shen ever belonged to An Wenyao? An Zhaoyu’s eyes turned cold. “Why couldn’t it be that she chased me?”

“You’re joking, right? How is that possible?” Zhang Simeng, who knew her best, was the first to doubt her. An Zhaoyu hated being pursued; she was born to hold the reins. She was the hunter, not the prey.

Those who liked An Zhaoyu—Alpha or Omega alike—knew that the moment she sensed an ulterior motive, they were blacklisted. Whether it was a hidden crush or a calculated plot, An Zhaoyu sensed it and loathed it. A direct confession might make her hate someone less, but it usually ended in a “just friends” verdict. Zhang Simeng felt a pang of sadness. I thought she’d never be tamed, so why…

“Why is it impossible?” An Zhaoyu arched an eyebrow. She reached out, her thumb and forefinger gently pinching Lu Shen’s chin as if asking her for confirmation.

Lu Shen only heard An Zhaoyu’s voice buzzing in her ears. She couldn’t process the words, but sensing everyone’s eyes on them, she simply nodded in compliance.

“Is it for real, Lu Shen? You chased An Zhaoyu?”

“When did this start? That’s legendary!”

“Actually, you two look quite good together.”

Her classmates chattered away. On the other side of the bar, the crowd roared, and rock music pounded against their eardrums. Lu Shen’s aura felt entirely out of place in this scene of debauchery—like a white rose growing quietly in a field of neon wildflowers. Now, that white rose was leaning softly into An Zhaoyu’s embrace, looking delicate and flushed.

The moon was drunk, and An Zhaoyu held it in her hand.

Lu Shen’s smooth, straight hair fell into An Zhaoyu’s palm. The clean, herbal scent of the Beta warded off the heavy smells of the bar. An Zhaoyu was satisfied. The outside voices became a blur; all she cared about was Lu Shen’s irregular breathing.

Lu Shen, meanwhile, just closed her eyes and felt the noise.

“She’s not feeling well, I’m taking her home,” An Zhaoyu said after a while, noticing the slight furrow in Lu Shen’s brow.

“Have her drink this first,” Zhang Simeng said, handing a cup of hangover soup to Lu Shen.

“Give it to me,” An Zhaoyu took the cup naturally and pressed it to Lu Shen’s lips. “Lu Shen, open up.”

“Do you need a designated driver?” A flicker of loss crossed Zhang Simeng’s eyes. An Zhaoyu seemed to care for Lu Shen deeply; her voice had softened significantly. Simeng remembered when An Zhaoyu claimed to be helping her brother—she had always seemed exceptionally attentive to Lu Shen. Whenever a classmate showed interest in Lu Shen, An Zhaoyu’s eyes would follow them like a hawk.

“I didn’t drink,” An Zhaoyu said. Once Lu Shen finished the soup, An Zhaoyu wiped her mouth with a wet wipe, smiled as she helped her up, and took the car keys from her hand. “Alright, we’re off.”

Lu Shen was light, leaning against her without much weight.

Outside the bar, the night breeze hit Lu Shen’s face, clearing her head slightly, though she was still dizzy and miserable. An Zhaoyu turned on the car’s AC and leaned over to the passenger side to buckle Lu Shen’s seatbelt.

“Where are we going?” The doctor’s safety awareness was still intact.

“My house,” An Zhaoyu replied.

When Lu Shen spoke, the faint scent of alcohol on her breath seemed to concentrate. To An Zhaoyu, who loved to drink, this was a definite temptation.

“Lu Shen, do you know that people who do wrong things must be punished?” An Zhaoyu braced herself against the door frame, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

The sentence was too long. Lu Shen’s brain wasn’t functioning well enough to think. She shook her head, indicating she didn’t understand, and winced as her ear felt itchy from the breath. She dodged away.

An Zhaoyu realized something: she liked taking care of a drunk Lu Shen. Perhaps because a sober Lu Shen never needed anyone’s care.

When they arrived at the An residence, He Nanchun nearly fainted when she saw An Zhaoyu behind the wheel. Then she saw Lu Shen in the passenger seat, her face incredibly flushed.

“What happened to Lu Shen?”

“Drunk,” An Zhaoyu said, helping her out of the car.

“I heard from her grandmother she never drinks,” He Nanchun said, coming over to help. She felt something was wrong. “Did you take her out to drink?”

“Of course not,” An Zhaoyu denied it. Lu Shen chose to drink it herself; An Zhaoyu had only wanted her to open her mouth and admit their relationship.

“Who else could it be?” He Nanchun glared at her. “Go straight to your room. Your brother and Qingqing are in the living room talking business.”

“My brother is back?” An Zhaoyu’s hand on Lu Shen’s waist tightened slightly.

Since the “incident,” An Wenyao rarely stayed home, but he returned occasionally for family matters. As fate would have it, just as He Nanchun and An Zhaoyu supported Lu Shen to the door, An Wenyao and Wei Qing were heading out. They met head-on.

“Lu Shen?” An Wenyao spotted her in An Zhaoyu’s arms immediately. He looked incredulous. “She drank?”

Wei Qing was also surprised. Lu Shen never drank, not even soda.

Since they had bumped into them, An Zhaoyu didn’t avoid them. She gave a brief explanation. “She went with me to a high school reunion.”

A reunion? Wei Qing found that even more hard to believe. Lu Shen barely knew any of her classmates.

“So you let her drink?” An Wenyao guessed quickly that it was related to An Zhaoyu. “Did you threaten her with the child?”

“Brother, you’re meddling too much,” An Zhaoyu’s aura darkened. She hadn’t intended for Lu Shen to drink—it was an accident—but she didn’t want to explain it to her brother. Lu Shen’s business had nothing to do with him.

The atmosphere became instantly volatile. He Nanchun frantically signaled Wei Qing to take An Wenyao away, but Wei Qing didn’t catch the hint. Her eyes were fixed on Lu Shen, who looked semi-conscious and unfocused.

After a few dozen seconds of standoff, Lu Shen reached her limit. Her head throbbed, and she felt nauseous. She pushed past An Wenyao and Wei Qing at the door and ran toward the bathroom near the living room.

“Lu Shen!”

The four of them followed her back inside.

“Enough, Brother,” An Zhaoyu blocked him as he tried to follow her into the bathroom.

“Go check on her, she looks miserable,” An Wenyao said, his face grim.

“I don’t need you to tell me,” An Zhaoyu replied blankly.

Once He Nanchun and Wei Qing pulled An Wenyao back to the sofa, An Zhaoyu turned toward the bathroom. Lu Shen had locked the door.

“Lu Shen?”

“I’m fine.”

After throwing up, Lu Shen’s stomach felt much better, and some of her logic returned, though the headache persisted. An Zhaoyu was waiting outside.

The physical discomfort made Lu Shen want to stop thinking and just find a place to sleep, but the woman in front of her forced her to engage.

“Headache?” An Zhaoyu guessed, seeing her brow still furrowed.

“A little,” Lu Shen pressed her temple. She hadn’t forgotten one thing: “You can’t drink right now.”

“I know,” An Zhaoyu said. Without giving her a chance to refuse, she took Lu Shen’s arm. “Come to my room to rest.”

To get to the second floor, they had to cross the living room. Lu Shen froze for a second when she saw the people sitting there.

“Lu Shen, how are you feeling?” Wei Qing asked before An Wenyao could speak.

“Fine, just dizzy,” Lu Shen said. With An Wenyao present, she subconsciously leaned a bit closer to An Zhaoyu.

This small gesture pleased An Zhaoyu. her expression softened as she led Lu Shen toward the bedroom.

An Wenyao didn’t look away until the bedroom door closed. He hadn’t missed Lu Shen’s movement. He felt a profound sense of loss; Lu Shen hadn’t given him any ground to even be angry. A sober Lu Shen might have avoided a direct confrontation, but a drunk Lu Shen had instinctively shown the difference in her closeness to them.

It was a painful realization.

“Let’s go,” An Wenyao said to Wei Qing, sounding hollow.

Wei Qing nodded. He Nanchun breathed a sigh of relief.

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