After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

An Zhaoyu’s test flight went flawlessly. The instrument panel, which she knew by heart, felt as if it were hardwired into her brain. The joystick became an extension of her own hand, fluidly controlling the fuselage as it weaved through the clouds. The aircraft traced elegant, fluid curves in the sky, resembling a soaring eagle with its wings spread wide.

“Great job, Captain!”

“As expected of our Captain!”

After the plane touched down smoothly, An Zhaoyu jumped from the cockpit, helmet in hand. Her burgundy curls fluttered in the breeze. Standing tall and sharp, she looked nothing like an Omega who had just given birth a month ago. The smile on her face carried a signature, triumphant confidence—both radiant and bold.

“Captain An’s technique is as beautiful as ever.” Wen Su had been standing below watching the flight, offering a heartfelt compliment.

“Of course,” An Zhaoyu replied, forgoing any pretense of modesty.

“Then I can rest easy returning the team to you,” Wen Su smiled. “Leading District 2 during this time was very easy and pleasant.”

Wen Su was the captain of the neighboring flight team, a high-level Alpha. She had stepped in specifically to cover for An Zhaoyu during her maternity leave.

“Thank you for your hard work,” An Zhaoyu said politely. Though it was a standard courtesy, she didn’t take the hand Wen Su extended, even though Wen Su was wearing white pilot gloves.

Wen Su didn’t mind and withdrew her hand. The District 1 team she led wore blue-and-white flight suits. On her chest were two captain’s insignias, one blue and one red. she unpinned the red one and returned it to An Zhaoyu.

An Zhaoyu pinned the captain’s badge back onto her chest. She hadn’t failed to notice that several Alphas among the crew were looking restless. District 1 and District 2 were the primary search and rescue teams of the Medical Center. However, Wen Su’s team was composed entirely of Alphas, making it cutthroat, whereas half of An Zhaoyu’s team were Betas.

Comparatively, the chances of competing for the captaincy were higher in her group, so she never worried about a lack of new recruits. During this maternity leave, many Alphas had their eyes on her badge. Conventionally, a marked Omega almost always chooses to return to the family, especially one with a child.

In a way, Wen Su had done her a silent favor. If any other Alpha had taken over as acting captain, they might not have returned the badge so easily. But An Zhaoyu felt no need for gratitude; she had earned that badge through skill. Even if someone tried to keep it, she had the power to take it back.

“No need for thanks,” Wen Su replied, then turned and left the District 2 area.

“Captain,” Jiang Qizheng rushed back from the inpatient department, presenting a cream cake. “Congratulations on your return.”

The cake was custom-made, reportedly a style that no Omega could refuse.

“I need to watch my sugar intake lately,” An Zhaoyu said. These were Lu Shen’s words. Doctor Lu didn’t speak often, but when she did, it was always important. An Zhaoyu didn’t take the box. Her eyes didn’t even flicker toward the cake; instead, they landed on the gauze wrapped around the web of his thumb.

The wound was dressed with perfect, clinical precision, like a flawless piece of craft. On the white bandage, the time for the next dressing change was marked in beautiful handwriting. The script was elegant, contrasting sharply with the Alpha’s rugged aura. A realization flashed in her mind—that was Lu Shen’s handwriting.

Though much time had passed, An Zhaoyu remembered Lu Shen’s script clearly.

“Your figure is so good; you look like you’ve completely recovered. Why would you need to watch your sugar?” Jiang Qizheng wasn’t ready to give up.

“Are you a doctor?” An Zhaoyu tilted her head, her gaze flashing an undisguised warning. His words made it sound as if an Omega giving birth was an effortless trifle.

How could a body recover that easily? Lu Shen had told her that childbirth caused significant strain, and there were many things to be careful about from prenatal to postpartum. She was working hard to follow the doctor’s orders on what to control, and here he was, trying to sabotage her efforts with a single cake just to coax her.

He could spend a little money to get what he wanted—her favor—while it was her own health that would suffer. This man was a textbook example of the Alphas who pursued her: starting with disdain and defiance, then gradually becoming fawning, hoping to win over an Omega with sweet words.

An Zhaoyu had seen this type her whole life. The Alphas around her almost always used this script. Inwardly, they looked down on her for being an Omega, yet they constantly wanted to pierce her nape with their fangs. So, they played at being obedient, pretending to dote on her.

Did they not realize how hypocritical their eyes were? Beneath the gaze of so-called “admiration” was a flicker of calculation, a predatory hunger waiting for the right moment to claim the prize. Marking an Omega was, after all, a highly profitable, lifelong investment.

She was already married and had a baby, yet this Alpha was still bothering her. Was it because she hadn’t been permanently marked yet? An Zhaoyu loathed self-righteous people like him.

Before Jiang Qizheng could respond, he was pushed aside by Wen Yuncheng and the rest of the crew. “Captain, it’s not right if you don’t treat us to a meal today, is it?”

“Exactly! We haven’t even seen yours and Doctor Lu’s daughter yet. When are you going to bring her out for us to play with… I mean, to meet?”

An Zhaoyu ignored their clamor. She lifted her helmet and rapped the heads of the team members who had talked about “playing” with her baby. “If you want something to play with, go give birth to one yourselves.”

“We don’t even know where our partners are, let alone having babies.”

“Right, right. We don’t have the luck of the Captain and Doctor Lu. In the blink of an eye, a wife and a kid just fall from the sky together, and both so beautiful.”

The flattery was laid on thick. An Zhaoyu tilted her head. “Fine. My treat.”

“Awesome!”

“That’s more like it!”

“I’m treating you to the cafeteria. Eat whatever you want, swipe my card.” Before they could get too excited, An Zhaoyu delivered the blow.

“That’s no fun. I can’t even finish the balance on my own card.”

“Captain, you’ve become stingy. Is this what happens when you get a wife?”

“The Captain has been sentenced to ‘life with a wife’.”

Listening to their jealous, salty comments, An Zhaoyu found herself in a good mood.

The baby was exactly as she had imagined. Aside from being a bit wrinkled in the first few days, she had become much prettier after opening her eyes. Her hair was soft and naturally brown, as were her pupils. With a pair of big, round eyes, she was adorable—nearly a miniature version of An Zhaoyu.

An Changguo and He Nanchun adored her, as did Ye Jinhua. The elders fought every day over who got to hold the baby. Even An Wenyao, when he occasionally returned home and saw her, couldn’t help but tease her, even stealing a few kisses from his niece when An Zhaoyu wasn’t looking.

There was only one thing—she and Lu Shen still hadn’t had their wedding.

And to this day, An Zhaoyu still had not met Lu Ming.

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