After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: (End of Main Story)

The wedding was held on a high, flat clearing behind the Lu family’s main courtyard. It was a natural meadow of lush green grass, not far from where Lu Ming resided.

Lu Yi had arranged the site in advance, with bodyguards stationed at the entrance to keep out the many “uninvited” members of the Lu clan.

“Why won’t they let us in? This is so cold-hearted.” “So mysterious. It’s not like anyone actually wants to see. Who cares?” Despite their grumbling, many Lu family members craned their necks to peek, but the guards stood firm.

The wedding wasn’t strictly formal. They had been married for a long time and had a child, so many unnecessary procedures were skipped. Lu Shen didn’t have bridesmaids; after all, neither she nor An Zhaoyu were Alphas.

The original plan was for the silver-tongued Jiang Ling to host, but she had been in a foul mood lately. Consequently, Lu Shen left the task to Lu Yi, while Professor Fu Xinglan acted as a guest-slash-photographer.

Everyone arrived by 9:00 AM. There were exactly enough chairs—not one more, not one less.

On their wedding day, Lu Shen and An Zhaoyu were a unique pair, personally looking after both their mother and their baby. They arrived at the stone fortress early that morning.

Since Lu Ming was attending as an Alpha, Lu Shen chose a dark, well-tailored suit for her and tied her hair into a neat ponytail, making her look impeccably dignified. An Zhaoyu’s main task was the baby, dressing the little one in a white dress with two tiny braided pigtails.

“Mom, are you okay? Is this too much for you?” This was likely the first time in years Lu Ming had stepped outside this place. Lu Shen couldn’t help but worry.

“Mmm, a little, but not much,” Lu Ming replied, shielding her eyes with one hand, unaccustomed to the broad daylight. Perhaps due to the lighting, her skin looked even paler after emerging, her lips faint and her frame exceptionally thin—she truly looked like a fragile vampire under the sun.

“Then Grandma and Auntie will walk with you outside to help you get used to it. We’re going to change,” Lu Shen said, handing her over to Lu Yi and Ye Jinhua.

“Go, go! I said I’d help Ming-ming change, but you just didn’t trust me,” Ye Jinhua shooed them away, picking up An Zhou in the process.

The wedding dress was chosen by An Zhaoyu. In this matter, Lu Shen deferred completely to her; whatever An Zhaoyu liked, Lu Shen would wear.

An Zhaoyu had picked an elegant, dignified white gown for Lu Shen. It was off-the-shoulder with a hollowed-out tulle back and exquisite embroidery on the train. It suited Lu Shen perfectly.

“Say what you want about your Captain An, but she has great taste—whether it’s picking a dress or a wife,” Jiang Ling remarked while applying Lu Shen’s makeup.

Lu Shen didn’t speak. She and An Zhaoyu were in adjacent rooms; Wei Qing was next door helping An Zhaoyu. Lu Shen’s long black hair was pinned up, and her skin was so white it made Jiang Ling want to drool. That bastard An Zhaoyu really got a bargain.

“If I’d known the Wen sisters would mess with me this much, I would have just looked for someone within our circle. You or Wei Qing would have been great choices.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Lu Shen glanced at the door. Wen Xuan was standing guard outside; there was an 80% chance she could hear.

“I’m serious!” Jiang Ling wailed. She couldn’t escape now; she didn’t want to spend even one more day in this “dog-like” romance. “Ugh…” Jiang Ling grew more upset as she spoke. Before the makeup was finished, she started crying. “Comfort me!”

“How? Help you get an abortion?” Lu Shen’s tone was remarkably calm.

“That wouldn’t be good. I’m afraid she’d haunt my dreams,” Jiang Ling said through tears. She hated Wen Su and she hated Wen Xuan, but the child was innocent. Obtaining a child “painlessly” like this had actually happened to her. But right now, she wanted nothing—she only wanted to run.

Just as Lu Shen was about to ask how she ended up pregnant by Wen Xuan, Jiang Ling lunged forward and hugged her.

“Let go of Lu Shen!” An Zhaoyu burst in, wearing a vibrant red dress, her face—freshly covered in foundation—flushed with anger. If Wen Xuan hadn’t come to find her, she wouldn’t have known her wife was being hugged by another Omega the moment she put on her wedding dress. It made her see red.

“It’s just a hug,” Jiang Ling snapped as Wen Xuan pulled her away.

“That’s my wife!” An Zhaoyu walked over to Lu Shen, wrapping her arms around her like a protective cub. Seeing how beautiful Lu Shen looked, her anger softened, but she was still jealous. “I haven’t even hugged her yet.”

The white wedding dress seemed tailor-made for Lu Shen, making her look like a cold, bright moon brought down from the heavens. An Zhaoyu knew this well, which is why she didn’t wear white. Instead, she chose a red that suited her flamboyant personality. The brilliant color made her look like a blazing flame—unapologetic and bold.

“Alright, now you’ve hugged me too,” Lu Shen said, her eyes twinkling like stars. She had told An Zhaoyu that she liked seeing her in bold, bright colors, so An Zhaoyu had chosen this dress. She was very satisfied.

“As I should,” An Zhaoyu didn’t want to leave, but her makeup wasn’t done.

“Go back for now, just for a little bit,” Lu Shen comforted her softly. Seeing them so in love only made Jiang Ling feel more bitter.

“Jiang Ling, go help her. Let Wei Qing finish Lu Shen’s makeup,” An Zhaoyu said, no longer trusting Jiang Ling alone with her wife.

“Why so stingy? Careful, or I’ll make you look like a monster!” Jiang Ling huffed.

An Zhaoyu smiled with total confidence. “I’m a beauty; no matter how you paint me, I’m beautiful.” At this point, the narcissistically honest An Zhaoyu seemed much more pleasant to Jiang Ling than the silent, plotting Wen Xuan. Jiang Ling followed her next door.

“Lu Shen, close your eyes,” Wei Qing said, stepping up to finish the eyeliner. The lines Jiang Ling had drawn were a bit too “sultry”—not that Lu Shen didn’t look good that way, but a lighter touch suited her better. Wei Qing planned to refine it.

Lu Shen obediently closed her eyes. Wei Qing’s lips curved into a gentle smile. She was dressed formally today; normally she wore dark suits to minimize her presence, but today she wore a custom light blue suit. Earlier, An Zhaoyu had praised her, saying she looked bright and sunny.

Wei Qing had once thought Lu Shen would never have a wedding. She was one of the few besides An Zhaoyu who knew how breathtaking Lu Shen would look in a gown. Wei Qing had loved Lu Shen for much longer than An Zhaoyu had.

But she knew she could never be with her. It was fated from birth: her mother He Tingbai hated Lu Ming; her father Wei Ruicheng had killed Jiang Nian and experimented on Lu Ming. These crimes were like a mountain on Wei Qing’s back, filling her with guilt whenever she faced Lu Shen.

The Wei family owed Lu Shen’s family too much. Wei Qing often wished she hadn’t been born a Wei; she felt her very blood was dirty. As a child, she felt unworthy of friends, fearing she would harm them.

It was Lu Shen who pulled her out of despair. Little Lu Shen had been so pure, comforting her: Your father is a bad person, but you are not.

But was she? Unloved by her mother and ignored by her father, Wei Qing had no expectations for the world—only hatred. She was a “natural” villain. She knew Wei Jinlin was an illegitimate son but never told He Tingbai or He Linghan, watching her mother raise her husband’s mistress’s son. She groomed that younger brother to become a toxic failure. She watched her father commit atrocities, slowly weeding out his trusted allies just to eventually control him.

But when Wei Ruicheng targeted Lu Shen, Wei Qing decided to send him to hell early. From the moment he first set eyes on Lu Shen, Wei Qing had watched him like a hawk. Lu Shen trusted Wei Qing deeply, and that trust was the only reason Wei Qing remained sane.

Lu Shen always thought Wei Qing was a “gentle” person, never realizing Wei Qing was only gentle for her. When Lu Shen mentioned she admired career-driven Omegas, Wei Qing became one. When Lu Shen first mentioned An Zhaoyu, Wei Qing knew it was over.

Pure Lu Shen liked the bright An Zhaoyu, like the moon and the sun. They were perfect. Lu Shen wasn’t a typical Beta; she liked to choose her love, not be chosen. She didn’t stay with someone just because they were “nice” to her. She indulged An Zhaoyu because she genuinely liked her. Wei Qing knew Lu Shen only saw her as a friend, so she stayed in her place, never crossing the line. Losing the possibility of Lu Shen’s friendship was a risk she could never take.

“Is it done?” Lu Shen asked softly. “Yes,” Wei Qing smiled. The makeup was softer than Jiang Ling’s. Lu Shen looked in the mirror and liked it. “Thank you. I love it.”

“As long as you like it. Let’s go; it’s almost time. Xiao Yu won’t be able to wait.”

An Zhaoyu was already peeking through the door. Lu Shen rose and walked toward her. The room emptied quickly. In the mirror, Wei Qing’s eyes reddened for a split second before her usual smile returned.

“The protagonists have finally arrived!” Lu Yi waved at them.

An Zhaoyu led Lu Shen forward, her smile radiant. Lu Ming was brought over by Ye Jinhua; seeing so many people, Lu Ming showed no signs of distress, simply sitting in the front row with a light smile. She felt many curious gazes on her back. So young, and looks exactly like Lu Shen, they all thought.

He Linghan, with her sharp intuition, frowned slightly. Lu Ming didn’t feel like an SSS-class Alpha; there was no sense of “rivalry” between them. It was the same feeling as before Lu Ming had supposedly differentiated. Still, she looked much healthier than before.

“She looks so much like Shen-shen,” He Nanchun sighed. Why doesn’t An Zhaoyu look like me? But then, An Zhou looked exactly like An Zhaoyu. The thought flickered and faded.

At the front, Lu Yi saw Professor Fu staring at her sister and felt a twinge of annoyance. “Professor Fu, did you take the photos yet?”

“I did,” Fu Xinglan snapped out of her daze. She wasn’t looking because Lu Ming was pretty—she saw Lu Shen’s face every day, after all. It was just that Lu Ming was a legend in the medical world. Standing this close to her felt like being nourished by the “essence of the sun and moon.” No wonder other professors were jealous of her having Lu Shen in her group.

As An Zhaoyu and Lu Shen stood before the crowd, Lu Ming stepped to their side. He Nanchun and An Changguo joined them. The parents took their daughters’ hands and placed them into each other’s. It was just a handhold, but with so many witnesses, Lu Shen felt shy.

An Zhou was ecstatic, playing amidst the gowns. She held up Lu Shen’s train one moment and tugged on An Zhaoyu’s the next. Her little face popped out from between the layers of fabric—adorable. The grass was soft, so the adults let her roam.

“Good girl, show us your little butt!” While Fu Xinglan was taking photos from the front, Jiang Ling sneaked to the back and snapped one.

The couple exchanged rings. They were new and simple; for work reasons, neither could wear them daily. They had small chains to wear them around their necks, but that wasn’t for the ceremony.

“Kiss!” Ye Jinhua suddenly started a chant, and Lu Ming joined in. “Kiss! Kiss!” the others joined.

How is Grandma still this mischievous at her age? Lu Shen thought, helpless. An Zhaoyu, however, happily pulled her by the waist. If she could, she would have kissed Lu Shen in front of the whole world.

In the entire crowd, only Lu Congwen sat with a dark face, unhappy. To him, this public affection was a “breach of public morals.”

An Zhaoyu kissed Lu Shen, though she didn’t dare make it too deep, fearing Lu Shen might get angry. She’d save the deep kisses for tonight. Afterward, An Zhaoyu picked up An Zhou to serve as a mascot between them, and they both kissed the baby. An Zhou, a natural star, looked at the camera with her hands on her cheeks and a sweet smile.

“Okay, now for the ‘Whisper’ segment!” Lu Yi clapped. They didn’t want to do formal vows; they felt vows were best kept in the heart. So Lu Yi came up with this: they would each say one whisper to the other in public that no one else could hear.

“What’s the fun in that? Tell us!” Jiang Ling complained. “If they tell us, it’ll just be official ‘PR’ talk,” Wei Qing noted. “Remember to tell the truth!” He Nanchun smiled.

“Who goes first?” Lu Yi asked. “I will,” An Zhaoyu said. She had a question for Lu Shen. “Okay,” Lu Shen didn’t know what to expect. Please don’t let it be something weird. In public, her skin was far too thin.

“Lu Shen, what are you thinking? Do you know what I’m going to say?” An Zhaoyu asked curiously. “I don’t know…” Lu Shen denied immediately. “Then I’ll say it.”

“Hurry up, hurry up!” Lu Ming leaned in, her gossip-loving heart thrumming. The crowd went silent.

“I asked you once before, and I let you down. Lu Shen, I hope I never will again,” An Zhaoyu whispered so softly no one else could hear. “I want to ask you one more time.”

“Lu Shen, what do you want?”

Lu Shen hadn’t expected that. She thought of the time An Zhaoyu asked that before and how her answer then had broken An Zhaoyu’s heart. Lu Shen thought for a moment. This was perhaps the most direct thing she had ever said:

“I want you to keep chasing me forever.”

In a way, Lu Shen and An Zhaoyu were the same. An Zhaoyu didn’t like being chased; she liked to attack. Lu Shen didn’t like being pursued either; it made her feel like an object, a goal to be conquered. But for the person she loved, she had a double standard. She liked being held in An Zhaoyu’s hands.

People said An Zhaoyu was thick-skinned, but Lu Shen loved that about her. She knew she was reserved and couldn’t “let go,” but she loved An Zhaoyu’s shameless persistence. She didn’t want to actively tame An Zhaoyu, but she was deeply fond of the bird that volunteered to be tamed by her. An Zhaoyu’s love was burning and exclusive; she ignored everyone else and gave all her patience to Lu Shen.

So, Lu Shen gave an honest answer. She liked An Zhaoyu this way.

An Zhaoyu was stunned for a second, then her eyes crinkled into lines. She was overjoyed. She understood. Lu Shen liked the “real” her—the madness, the passion, and all. An Zhaoyu knew her own temper wasn’t the best; she was arrogant and flamboyant. Many didn’t like it, and even her parents thought she was “too much” for an Omega. Her fans saw her through a filter, but those close to her often feared her. Hearing Lu Shen say she liked it made her heart soar.

“I understand,” An Zhaoyu whispered with a grin.

“Whoa, Captain An, what’s this?” He Nanchun teased, using Lu Shen’s nickname for her. “Hear something good?”

“Share it with us! We want to hear!” Lu Ming nudged them. “Xiao Zhou, you tell us!” Lu Yi picked the baby up. “You were right there; you must have heard.”

“Mmm,” An Zhou put her hand in her mouth. What did she hear? Nothing. “Kiss. Mama wants a kiss.”

“Oh!” the crowd cheered, then laughed. Didn’t they just kiss?

“The little one has learned how to spread rumors already,” An Zhaoyu laughed, taking the baby and giving her a playful swat on the butt.

She looked back at Lu Shen. After saying something so direct, Lu Shen looked a bit shy. Her skin was thin, but An Zhaoyu’s smile was as bright as the sun.

If her wife liked being chased, what else could she do? She’d just keep chasing her forever.

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