After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Lu Shen’s apartment was located in a very ordinary-looking residential building. It was close to the Medical Center and sat outside the high-end territories of S City.

The security guard downstairs and the neighbors all recognized Lu Shen, greeting her as she walked by.

“Doctor Lu, bringing a friend over to hang out?”

“Oh, what a beautiful little baby! Who is this?”

The neighbors all knew Lu Shen was a doctor. They often sought her out for minor health issues, and Lu Shen would help whenever she could. The elders in the courtyard liked her quite a bit, frequently bringing her home-cooked dishes or fresh vegetables.

“Thank you, Auntie. This is my child,” Lu Shen said, holding the baby. An Zhaoyu stepped in to help take the vegetables an elderly neighbor was offering.

When asked two questions, Lu Shen only answered one.

“Ah, you have a child? I was just saying I wanted to introduce you to someone!”

The neighbor looked genuinely disappointed. An Zhaoyu didn’t have to guess to know that the “someone” was likely the neighbor’s son or daughter.

Doctor Lu is certainly popular, the Captain thought, arching an eyebrow.

After the neighborly small talk, Lu Shen led her and the baby inside. This was An Zhaoyu’s first time in Lu Shen’s private space, and she felt a sense of novelty. As an Omega, her parents had monitored her strictly after her differentiation—though, in the end, things had happened anyway.

The apartment was a gift from Lu Ming and Jiang Nian from a long time ago. Though it was a one-bedroom, the area was large, making it a perfect studio-style apartment.

“Let Xiao Zhou sleep first,” Lu Shen said, carrying the child into the bedroom.

“Okay,” An Zhaoyu followed close behind.

She had expected the room to be modern and minimalist with sterile white walls, but she was stunned when she entered.

The wall directly facing the door was a massive, living mural of a South American tropical rainforest. It wasn’t a painting; the waterfall actually flowed, the streams murmured, and mist drifted down through the trees.

It was a real waterfall, just scaled down. Lu Shen had built a gargantuan ecological rainforest tank in her bedroom. The background utilized textured Seiryu stones, mimicking the jagged peaks of nature’s craftsmanship.

She had planted various species of moss in the crevices; An Zhaoyu could name seven or eight, all placed logically according to their growth habits. Others she couldn’t name were tucked into aesthetic corners. The waterfall was likely powered by a hidden pump, perfectly concealed by stones and sand, and the mist maker was nowhere to be seen. It looked like the rolling fog of a morning wetland. If not for the neatly organized power plugs in the corner, An Zhaoyu—who had been to actual rainforests—couldn’t have imagined such a scene could be embedded into a bedroom wall.

At the top were five full-spectrum sun lamps. They cast a cool white light during the day; when the main bedroom lights were turned off, they automatically switched to a warm yellow, simulating a rainforest at night.

Even more interesting was the thirty-centimeter deep water at the bottom, designed like a limestone cave. Mist swirled at the mouth of the cavern, and beneath the dense fog, clear water flowed, filled with a school of colorful tropical fish.

As Lu Shen walked past, the fish gathered from all directions like a disciplined unit, following her shadow. It was obvious the doctor fed these creatures herself; otherwise, they wouldn’t be this obedient. When An Zhaoyu walked over, she didn’t get the same “star celebrity” treatment.

Too bad for you. Your feeder has to take care of her baby first, An Zhaoyu thought, tapping a finger on the thick glass with shameless entitlement. A few of the sillier fish opened their mouths at her.

This was the only part that differed from a real rainforest: these captive fish recognized their master.

The entire setup was a perfect work of art. An Zhaoyu felt her mood lift just looking at it. She even had the fleeting illusion that Lu Shen’s herbal pheromones originated from this very tank. She wondered how long it had taken Lu Shen to achieve this effect. She hadn’t expected the doctor to have such a hobby.

The window side of the room featured a heavy, Renaissance-style Baroque rug. The bed was by the window, with a sofa at the foot. That area looked incredibly soft, as if one could leap directly onto a cloud. Dark curtains blocked out the exterior light, making the deep, shadowy corners feel strangely… intimate.

On the other side was a classic solid wood desk. Behind it, a bookshelf filled with professional volumes emitted a faint scent of aged wood. The workspace and the rest area were clearly divided, as if a study and a bedroom had merged. This was the only part that matched the “Lu Shen” of An Zhaoyu’s imagination. It was unexpected, yet a delightful surprise.

Placing the baby gently on the bed, Lu Shen went to draw the curtains. Dark clouds hung low, and the rain continued to pelt against the glass. The blurry red taillights of distant cars flickered in the storm. When the floor lamp by the bed flickered on, the room felt exceptionally warm.

“Find a place to sit,” Lu Shen said without looking back. She bent over to meticulously check the baby’s diaper and skin; in this humid season, being wrapped too tightly could cause heat rash.

An Zhaoyu’s flight suit wasn’t as clean as it looked—it had touched the pilot’s seat, the noodle shop chair, and various other unpredictable places. She sat down on the sofa at the foot of the bed to watch them. Lu Shen was always beyond thorough with the baby; An Zhaoyu felt the best decision she ever made was giving her child Lu Shen as a mother.

Satisfied on all fronts.

An Zhaoyu set the sunburn cream on the bedside table. Beneath the bed was a medical kit, and the shelves were lined with skincare products Lu Shen used daily.

Compared to this, their shared apartment felt like a sterile rental. Their bedroom there had nothing but a bed, a wardrobe, and a vanity—a perfect reflection of their empty emotional connection. This place was different. This entire room breathed Lu Shen.

For some reason, sitting here gave An Zhaoyu the feeling of having trespassed into Lu Shen’s private world—a feeling she hadn’t even experienced during the pregnancy. Lu Shen likely didn’t relish others entering her room.

The doctor’s expression was serious as she examined the baby, her movements gentle as if handling a small animal. Lu Shen truly loved animals; she always seemed more comfortable around them than people, even with a bristling, scratchy stray cat.

The baby slept with even breaths, her skin soft and glowing with a healthy milk scent. Lu Shen couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her cheek and applying some moisturizing lotion. When interacting with the child, Lu Shen’s detached, clinical shell melted away, leaving only warmth. An Zhaoyu watched her, feeling as though she’d always known that beneath that icy exterior lay a soft heart.

Lu Shen was like a sheet of clean white paper, always making one want to leave a mark upon her.

Looking at her now, An Zhaoyu’s mind drifted toward other thoughts. As Lu Shen finished with the baby’s lotion, the Omega spoke suddenly:

“What am I going to wear later?”

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