After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

On a weekday morning, at the request of An Changguo and He Nanchun, Lu Shen drove her car into the An family courtyard.

To make care easier, An Zhaoyu was still living at the An residence. Lu Shen had her own place and was used to living alone, but now the two were in a “calibration period.” They had registered their marriage but hadn’t made it public yet. The parents’ idea was to let them go public gradually to avoid unnecessary gossip.

An Zhaoyu was half-squatting by the flower bed. Her parents stood beside her, lecture-mode engaged, while she looked away toward the other side, expressionless and clearly sulking.

“Lu Shen, you’re finally here. From now on, we’ll have to trouble you to drive Xiao Yu to and from work.”

“We feel that since she’s pregnant, it’s best she doesn’t drive.”

The moment they finished, An Zhaoyu’s head tilted even further away—a picture of defiant rebellion.

Lu Shen stood between them, feeling much like she did on her first day of work facing an unknown challenge. An Zhaoyu’s parents had confiscated her driver’s license, and she hadn’t been able to find it even after nearly turning the house upside down.

“Alright,” Lu Shen said. She had originally wanted to say that pregnancy doesn’t inherently affect driving.

However, the cars An Zhaoyu liked to drive were race cars and supercars.

“Let’s go,” Lu Shen said softly, pulling the car up in front of her and lowering the window.

An Zhaoyu let out a heavy sigh, pulled open the passenger door, and got into Lu Shen’s car.

“Once this is public, you should stop working,” An Changguo said, looking at her with dissatisfaction. She had caused quite a bit of trouble lately.

“Why can’t I work?” Just because she was pregnant, did that mean her right to work was stripped away? An Zhaoyu couldn’t hold back; her father always had the ability to step right on her emotional landmines with a single sentence.

“Can’t you just stay home and give birth in peace? What Omega mixes with a crowd of Alphas every day like you do?”

“Then why don’t you go to the UN and suggest the flight crews recruit more Omegas?” An Zhaoyu buckled her seatbelt and leaned back with her arms crossed. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.

An Changguo’s eyes widened in anger. He struggled to catch his breath, tugging at his collar as he prepared for a full-blown outburst.

Seeing things were about to spiral, Lu Shen turned to comfort the elders. “Uncle An, Aunt He, I will perform an assessment on when she needs to rest.”

“Fine. We’ll leave it to you then.”

With Lu Shen’s guarantee, they relaxed slightly. An Changguo glared at An Zhaoyu once more but said nothing. He Nanchun nagged An Zhaoyu for a while longer before finally letting them go.

The drive was silent.

At the Medical Center, Lu Shen dropped her off at the flight training field first. A crowd had already gathered there.

Usually, An Zhaoyu arrived by 8:00 AM. Today, it was nearly 10:00 AM and she was nowhere to be found. The rescue team members were huddled under a tree, chatting and wondering where their captain was.

“What are you all standing here for? Training!” An Zhaoyu stepped out of the car. Before she even had time to change, she went around rapping each of them on their helmets.

“Cap, where’s your car?” The team members, used to the physical reprimands, straightened their hats. They were only curious about what happened to her flashy red sports car.

“None of your business. Stop asking.” An Zhaoyu headed toward the locker room.

“Wait, isn’t that Doctor Lu?” one sharp-eyed member noticed the driver.

“Rare sight.”

“She and the Captain don’t seem close. I’ve never even seen them talk.”

“I bet I know! Maybe some Alpha doctor from the inpatient department has a crush on our Captain and asked Dr. Lu to help out, hehe.”

This sent the rescue team into a flurry of gossip! Unlike S City, where Wei Jinlin blocked everyone, the Medical Center was full of Alphas who wanted to pursue An Zhaoyu. However, the rules were strict; Alphas were forbidden from approaching Omegas without consent, under penalty of dismissal.

As the team members were busily analyzing which Alpha doctor was the most likely suitor, An Zhaoyu emerged in her uniform. The field went silent. She lined them up in two rows.

“Pairs. Practice sling-load transport.”

A chorus of groans erupted. Sling-load transport was tedious and difficult. It required flying to a specific point and manipulating a suspended object with extreme precision to move it to a safety zone without changing its shape or orientation. It was a long exercise that demanded intense focus, physical stamina, and mental grit.

But it was practical. Whether it was transporting an injured animal or a person—like the successful return of Lucia to the ocean—it was all thanks to An Zhaoyu’s personal piloting.

A new Alpha recruit had joined the team. An Zhaoyu paired him with Wen Yuncheng to show him the ropes. Wen Yuncheng was the Beta who had been sprayed by Lucia; he had worked under An Zhaoyu for a year and flew more steadily than most.

The newcomer, Jiang Qizheng, didn’t seem to respect an Omega captain much. He had a lofty, arrogant air about him. Wen Yuncheng was reluctant to partner with him, but since the Captain ordered it, he figured he’d show the kid a thing or two.

“You’re sitting in the front?” It sounded like a question, but Wen Yuncheng had already moved to the co-pilot’s seat in the back.

Fine, front it was. Jiang Qizheng was tall and handsome with bold features. He was confident in his skills, having flown private jets a few times.

Seven or eight groups began training. An Zhaoyu watched from below; no one could hide a shortcut or a lazy move from her.

Jiang Qizheng started off seriously, hovering over the dummy. But after several minutes, he still couldn’t hook it. He wasn’t used to precision control. In his clumsiness, he “broke” the dummy’s arm, then its leg, and quickly lost his patience.

Thank goodness it was a dummy. If it were a real person, they’d be fractured ten times over. Wen Yuncheng winced as the dummy slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This guy? Challenging the Captain? Keep dreaming.

“How is this even possible? Can’t we just land and drag it into the plane?” Jiang Qizheng was sweating, frustrated by the task.

He was certainly creative at finding excuses. Wen Yuncheng snorted, listing off several disaster scenarios where landing was impossible. Jiang Qizheng was speechless. Seeing other teams finishing—albeit with a few drops of their own—while he hadn’t even lifted the dummy, he grew more flustered.

“Forget it, I can’t count on you,” Wen Yuncheng said, taking over the auxiliary controls.

It took two drops before they finally slung the dummy. It was genuinely hard; it tested precision and patience. Any rush led to shaky hands.

“You’re not that great either,” Jiang Qizheng sneered, seeing the Beta struggle. “That would have been a transverse fracture at least.”

“Still better than you,” Wen Yuncheng snapped.

They were the last group to finish. When they stood before An Zhaoyu, the other team members were already resting and drinking water.

“Slow and sloppy,” An Zhaoyu said, making no effort to hide her disdain. “Another set this afternoon.”

“I’m not pairing with him again. He dragged me down,” Wen Yuncheng complained immediately.

“We don’t want him either!” the other members shook their heads, wanting nothing to do with the “rookie prince.”

Jiang Qizheng’s pride was wounded. He looked at An Zhaoyu with skeptical eyes. Why wasn’t she doing it herself? Was she just a “mouth-commander” who didn’t actually know how to fly?

“Doubting me?” An Zhaoyu walked up to him, looking him straight in the eye.

“Is that not allowed?” He didn’t believe an Omega could do what so many Alphas struggled with.

Tsk. An Zhaoyu put on her helmet, tucking her vibrant curls inside, and stepped toward the plane they had just vacated.

“Wait.”

“Huh? Doctor Lu?”

Did the sun rise in the west today? This was training time. Usually, the team only saw Lu Shen during missions. The doctors stayed in the inpatient building, which was far from here. Seeing her twice in one day was a shock.

Why is she here? An Zhaoyu was surprised, but not entirely. A moment’s thought told her her parents must have sent her.

Lu Shen had indeed just received a call from He Nanchun, asking her to check on An Zhaoyu. It wasn’t realistic for Lu Shen to stop working and watch An Zhaoyu all day, but she realized she didn’t know enough about An Zhaoyu’s daily physical strain. To make a proper assessment of when to stop her work, she needed to see this.

An Zhaoyu stepped down from the pilot’s seat and stood before Lu Shen, scanning her from head to toe.

The team was baffled. Usually, when An Zhaoyu did this, a lecture was coming. Was she going to scold Dr. Lu? No way!

In the eyes of the rescue team, Lu Shen was a mysterious Beta doctor. She was always taciturn during missions, making it hard to strike up a conversation. But almost every patient or animal she touched survived or recovered—Lucia was the perfect example. Despite being a Beta, she was undeniably beautiful, and she had just as many Alpha pursuers as An Zhaoyu.

“Go change. Put on a helmet,” An Zhaoyu said, handing her a key. “Locker 9, turn left inside.”

On rescue missions, she could wear a white coat in the medical bay, but this was a training plane with only a cockpit. For safety, she had to be fully geared up.

Lu Shen said nothing. She took the key and went to the locker room.

The rescue team members exchanged looks of utter confusion.

What is the Captain playing at?

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