After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 29 

Chapter 29 

One week before the competition, An Zhaoyu’s heat arrived. Her cycle had always been irregular, and fearing an unexpected onset during the race, she went to the hospital for medicine to induce it early. Before the symptoms took hold, she sent the baby to stay with Ye Jinhua.

Ye Jinhua didn’t live in S-City; she resided in the countryside, tending to poultry and living a quiet, leisurely life. She adored little An Zhou, and as a doctor herself, she was someone An Zhaoyu trusted completely.

An Zhaoyu had no one else to turn to. Her parents were giving her the cold shoulder, she didn’t dare visit her grandmother He Linghan, and the Lu family home was a den of wolves.

Lu Shen had truly gone above and beyond for her. She hadn’t told the grandmother about An Zhaoyu’s participation in the flight competition. Thus, Ye Jinhua happily accepted the baby and even smilingly told An Zhaoyu to “be careful on the road” rather than kicking her out.

Yet, An Zhaoyu remained “merciless” toward Lu Shen. After Lu Shen had worked a grueling day at the hospital, before she could even put down her bag, An Zhaoyu’s narcissus pheromones surged, dragging her into the bedroom.

Initially, Lu Shen resisted, insisting on a shower first. She was still that clean-obsessed doctor who required a ritual of bathing before embarking on the journey of intimacy. Later, Lu Shen stopped speaking entirely. An Zhaoyu made her realize that a shower was futile.

This was the longest heat An Zhaoyu had experienced since her secondary differentiation. Day and night blurred as she pulled Lu Shen into a reckless indulgence. Through round after round of pleasure, she released every drop of her pheromones and whispered all the flirtatious, unspoken words she had ever suppressed into Lu Shen’s ear.

She knew Lu Shen must see her as a madwoman—a lunatic who, facing potential death, chose to spend her final days in decadence and crude whispers. Seeing Dr. Lu’s ears turn a blood-red, her eyes squeezed shut, and her breathing spiraling out of control, An Zhaoyu was deeply satisfied.

Tension at the Medical Center

“Teacher Lu, are you taking time off?”

The competition was this weekend. Jiang Chu guessed the leave was related to An Zhaoyu, but she couldn’t fathom what Lu Shen would be doing.

“Yes. You can have these two days off. If you want to stay, you can study with Mr. Li from the next group; I’ve already spoken to him,” Lu Shen said, tidying her desk—a ritual she always performed before leaving the duty room.

“Can I know the reason for your leave?” Jiang Chu stared at the faint marks visible just below Lu Shen’s collarbone. A mixture of jealousy and anger spread through her heart. She couldn’t understand how An Zhaoyu—a person so irresponsible she would leave her wife and child for a bar—had the gall to torment Lu Shen during her heat.

Just because she’s an SSS-level Omega?

“Private matter,” Lu Shen replied.

Jiang Chu’s indignation felt like a punctured balloon. To the two of them, she would always be an outsider. Lu Shen was particularly careful about this, rarely mentioning An Zhaoyu in public, never allowing others a glimpse into their private life. Jiang Chu could only hear of An Zhaoyu’s “bastardly” deeds through rumors and then quietly look for proof on Lu Shen’s body.

Once Lu Shen left, Jiang Chu closed the door and followed her toward the training field’s tarmac.

The Tarmac: A House Divided

The competition didn’t specify a plane, though large passenger jets were banned. Single or double-seaters were allowed as long as they met the performance requirements. An Zhaoyu preferred her usual training plane—a two-seater. While a two-seater was slightly bulkier, she was intimately familiar with it.

This was the plane Lu Shen had accompanied her in throughout her pregnancy. For that purpose, Lu Shen had even learned the basics of co-piloting and could read the main instrument panel. Lu Shen had proven that when it came to the child, there was nothing she couldn’t do; her care for the baby had started long before the birth.

Early that morning, the flight captains of the Center gathered. The Golden Eagle competition was held every three years, and slots were strictly limited. This year, the Center’s only official recommendation went to the District 1 Alpha Captain, Wen Su.

An Zhaoyu and Wen Su were both exceptional pilots with nearly indistinguishable skills. To ensure “fairness,” the leadership had held a vote among all flight members, excluding those from Districts 1 and 2 to avoid bias.

The result had been predictable: everyone chose Wen Su. Even when their captaincy exam scores were released—showing An Zhaoyu scored higher in several categories and lower in none—the consensus didn’t shift. Some argued the AI grading system was easier on Omegas. In a “game” like this, people felt safer choosing an Alpha. “Omega” remained a synonym for instability and fragility.

An Zhaoyu felt no bitterness. If even one person had voted for her, it would have been a miracle. The idea that Alpha and Omega could be voted on “fairly” was a joke; an Omega’s starting line was never the same as an Alpha’s.

No one expected the Chief Pilot to give his personal recommendation slot to An Zhaoyu. Thus, both captains were eligible to compete.

“Captain, if you win—no, as long as you come back safe—I’ll hang a banner so big you can see it from the sky!” Wen Yuncheng said excitedly.

“You’re making me not want to come back,” An Zhaoyu replied. She stood tall in her flight suit, helmet under her arm, her wine-red curls caught in the wind like a vibrant flag. She looked radiant, handsome, and full of sunlight.

“Bah! Don’t say such unlucky things! I’ll buy you cake!”

“Right, right! We’ll buy you cake, just like that ice cream cake Dr. Lu got you!”

“That’s something to look forward to.” At the mention of Lu Shen, An Zhaoyu’s eyes scanned the field, but she didn’t find her.

Lu Shen must hate me now, right? Or perhaps, she felt nothing at all. A flash of loneliness crossed An Zhaoyu’s eyes, but she remained upright. Between love and dreams, one must possess at least one. At least she was still the youth who carried her dreams; she hadn’t betrayed her seventeen-year-old self.

Lu Shen didn’t love her, but Lu Shen had let her go.

“Xiao Yu, why don’t you give me the slot? I can fly you,” Jiang Qizheng appeared, having waited for a chance to speak to her alone. “It’s too dangerous for an Omega alone.”

“You?” An Zhaoyu laughed. His face was pale as he spoke. “I didn’t think you had the courage. Wanting to gamble your life just for a smile?”

The Omega Captain’s eyes curved like warm sunlight, but Jiang Qizheng couldn’t accept that such a beautiful flower might wither in the sea.

“I just want to prove I can risk my life with you,” his voice trembled.

“Why should you fly me? Can’t I fly myself?” An Zhaoyu’s gaze was fixed on the sky, oblivious to his suffering. “You want to be King Zhou, but I don’t want to be Daji. If you want to light the beacon fire, do it on your own merit; don’t do it in the name of liking me.”

The Stowaway

While she argued with Jiang Qizheng, Lu Shen had already entered the locker room. She had the key to An Zhaoyu’s locker. Inside hung two clean captain’s uniforms. An Zhaoyu cherished her uniforms; she always washed them immediately and put them back. Lu Shen reached out and took one.

Today, Lu Shen wasn’t wearing a dress; she wore a T-shirt and long pants. Like An Zhaoyu, she had sent the baby to her grandmother’s. Ye Jinhua had been curious, asking if it was a special date or if she was going on a romantic outing with An Zhaoyu. Lu Shen hadn’t answered; she just took one last look at her daughter’s tiny hands and drove here.

Jiang Chu, seeing her enter in a white lab coat and emerge in An Zhaoyu’s flight suit, felt her mind go blank. What is Teacher Lu doing? The elegant, calm doctor who always maintained composure—why did she like a person like An Zhaoyu so much?

So much that she would risk her life to accompany her?

Lu Shen thought to herself: she didn’t like An Zhaoyu that much. She was sitting in the back seat simply because she knew An Zhaoyu could do it. The SSS-level Omega who talked nonsense in her ear and was full of desire… she could do it.

And Lu Shen wanted to see it for herself—to see the legendary “Death Triangle” from above, the terrifying sea where her mother had met her end. Lu Shen had never had the chance to pass through there. Her father, Lu Ming, had a much stronger stress response; after Jiang Nian died, he never stepped foot on a plane again.

An Zhaoyu had been studying the race routes at home, predicting that this year’s course would likely pass through that area. She had marked it in red on the world map in the study. Lu Shen didn’t trust people easily, but she inexplicably trusted the seventeen-year-old An Zhaoyu who had delivered dreams to her desk so many times.

When the District 2 team realized An Zhaoyu was using the two-seater, they were thrilled, everyone eager to experience the international competition. They trusted her. While others doubted an Omega, they knew her best. No one was more responsible or made them feel safer in the air than An Zhaoyu.

But when they gathered by the plane, they found the back seat already occupied.

“Who’s that? Why are you in our District’s seat!” Wen Yuncheng barked.

With the helmet on, only the eyes were visible, and the tinted visor obscured the blue of her pupils. Facing the team, Lu Shen slowly removed her helmet.

“Dr… Dr. Lu?” Wen Yuncheng swore internally. This couple… still showing off their love at a time like this? How excessive!

“Mm,” Lu Shen waited for them to leave before putting her helmet back on. She glanced at District 1. Wen Su’s side was much more crowded, with almost everyone cheering for her.

When An Zhaoyu boarded, she naturally saw someone in the back seat wearing the District 2 uniform. She cocked an eyebrow.

Another one coming to die with me? Or here to make me laugh?

“I’ll give you three seconds to get off. I’m not responsible for your life or death.”

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