After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Cherry Blossom Scented Pheromones, So Sweet, So Fragrant

After a long silence, Wen Mingzhi finally said, “If you ever need anything, you can come to me.”

Then she hung up the phone.

Zhou Tian remained collapsed on the bed, frozen in place, as if time had stopped and even her breathing ceased. Her cheeks, once tinged with a shy blush, instantly drained of color.

“That night’s… payment?” she murmured to herself. A bitter smile twisted her lips as tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the blanket below one drop after another.

What did Wen Mingzhi take her for?

A wave of sorrow and aching grief surged through her, tangling around her heart like vines, squeezing tight, hurting deeply.

Payment?!

Wen Mingzhi’s care and concern had made her believe—if only a little—that maybe the other woman felt something for her. But it turned out… it was all just her own foolish imagination.

After a long while, Zhou Tian stuffed the business card back under her pillow.

She pulled herself together and picked up her phone to check her messages. In the “Trio Walk” group chat with Lü Ningyue and Wen Qingying, both girls had sent words of comfort and updates on their schedules.

Wen Qingying had also shared a link to her livestream.

Zhou Tian tapped into it. Wen Qingying’s streaming room was as fresh and adorable as always.

Smiling brightly, she chatted with viewers about some behind-the-scenes tidbits from the recording.

“Thank you for the gifts~ Everyone on Voice of Joy was amazing, they all sang so well~ Let me recommend a friend’s original song: Cicadas in Summer, Gentle Rain and Dusk. It’s a very soft and gentle tune~” she beamed as familiar music began to play.

Zhou Tian sent a small gift from her alternate account, then quietly exited the stream.

Something stirred in her chest. She went to the sofa, picked up her guitar, and began to hum while opening her phone’s voice recorder. Her emotions poured out with the music—raw, vibrant. It was the perfect time for songwriting.

Soft sorrow resonated through the strums, wave after wave filling the room.

Wen Mingzhi was like a small pebble dropped into her calm life, creating ripples that refused to settle—stirring wave after wave in the quiet lake of her heart.

But it’s okay. Even so, it’s okay. She was Wen Mingzhi, her goddess.

She still liked her.

No matter what… she still liked her.

“…”

Zhou Tian’s life returned to its usual rhythm. She spent most of her time at home writing and practicing music.

Director Li Aoyun hadn’t caused trouble for her or Sister Xia lately—likely thanks to Wen Mingzhi.

Sister Xia ran all over the place, building connections and trying to find her more opportunities.

In short, her days were peaceful—peaceful enough that Wen Mingzhi slowly faded out of her world.

Until… the news broke. One headline after another, plastered across every app and feed.

#WenMingzhi and Shen Yishuang Attend Fashion Show Together#
#WenMingzhi and Shen Yishuang Look Perfect Together#
#Lingering Glances Between WenMingzhi and Shen Yishuang#

“…”

Staring at the gossip headlines popping up on her screen, Zhou Tian’s brows furrowed, and her fingers froze.

After a moment, she tapped on the most eye-catching article. The first thing she saw was a high-resolution photo: Wen Mingzhi holding Shen Yishuang’s hand as they smiled at each other and walked the runway together.

The two looked incredibly close.

Shen Yishuang—a top-tier, world-renowned model. Even Zhou Tian, someone who barely followed the entertainment industry, knew her.

An S-class Alpha, 186cm tall, with flawless proportions and a face so stunning it seemed like a gift from the gods. Her on-camera presence was perfection, and her real-life reputation was just as glowing. Everyone loved her.

Even knowing how amazing Shen Yishuang was, Zhou Tian still thought Wen Mingzhi was better. But now… did Wen Mingzhi actually like her?

Zhou Tian zoomed in on the photo. The two women were seated closely together offstage, exchanging smiles. Wen Mingzhi, usually cold and composed, now had a soft smile on her face, her phoenix eyes curved in warmth and charm. It was hard to believe there was nothing going on between them.

Zhou Tian clicked through the rest of the photos, analyzing every detail, unwilling to miss a single clue. When she reached the eighth photo, she suddenly spotted another familiar figure—Bai Qianxue—partially visible next to Wen Mingzhi.

Her frown deepened until her brows nearly touched. Her lips pressed into a line, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, leaving her breathless with pain.

She wasn’t even qualified to stand next to her.

She was just… too ordinary. There wasn’t a single thing she could offer. How could someone like her possibly have the right to like Wen Mingzhi?

Zhou Tian saved the photo, cropped out everyone else, and left only Wen Mingzhi’s smiling face.

Looking at the picture, Zhou Tian couldn’t help but smile a little. It was like Wen Mingzhi was smiling just for her—just like that night in the bar, when her goddess had given her that same dazzling smile.

Remembering that night, Zhou Tian’s expression softened. A radiant smile spread across her face.

Then, she added the picture to a photo album on her phone. It was already filled with images of Wen Mingzhi. Over the past few days, when she had time to herself, she often thought of her and gathered all the news she could find, saving each photo carefully.

At this point, she felt more like a fan than anything else.

But then again, Wen Mingzhi had over 800,000 fans already. Zhou Tian had followed her on the Dàyǎn app, where she had accidentally discovered just how popular the woman was—even without being part of the entertainment world.

She opened Wen Mingzhi’s profile again. The latest post was the same photo of her and Shen Yishuang, with a caption:

“Looking forward to future collaborations. @ShenYishuang”

Zhou Tian tapped into the comments section, which was filled with praise:

Mingzhi-jiejie’s smile is so pretty! Gorgeous!
This is totally a CEO × Supermodel love story come to life! They’re perfect together!
These two are a feast for the eyes! President Wen always looked so serious before, but now she’s smiling so brightly with our Yishuang! Who would believe they’re not together? I’m shipping it!
Let our Wen always shine alone! Don’t let irrelevant people steal the spotlight!
Exactly! Stop trying to ride the hype! Wen Mingzhi belongs to all of us!

“…”

Half the fans were shipping the CP. The other half were fiercely defending her right to shine solo.

Zhou Tian typed something into the comment box, hesitated, then deleted it all—even though she was using an alt account.

What she’d typed was:

President Wen shines best on her own!

After reading through the comments on Wen Mingzhi’s post, Zhou Tian’s mood only got worse.

She was heartbroken—again. Zhou Tian gave a bitter smile. Maybe this was what unrequited love felt like.

“…”

Meanwhile, Wen Mingzhi looked at the soaring popularity of her post on the Dàyǎn app—it had even made it to the trending list. She smiled faintly.

Just a simple repost, and she’d gotten free traffic for herself and her company. Why not take advantage of it?

“President Wen, rumors are spreading about you and Miss Shen Yishuang dating. Should we have PR handle it?” Assistant Chen asked cautiously.

“No need.” Wen Mingzhi stepped out from behind her desk and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, a slender cigarette held between her fingers.

These kinds of gossip stories would fade in time. There was no need to waste energy on them.

Assistant Chen scratched her chin. She had expected that answer. Wen Mingzhi had always maintained her image as the stunning, single CEO. This was the first time she’d ever been caught up in a romantic rumor—yet she still didn’t seem concerned?

But then again, President Wen always prioritized results and benefits above all else.

Her schedule had been packed lately, and she’d barely had a moment to breathe. It wasn’t until her body started to heat up that Wen Mingzhi remembered—her heat cycle had arrived.

And with that came the sudden memory of Zhou Tian.

She hadn’t been close to an alpha in years. She had assumed her sensitivity to alpha pheromones had dulled—or that she had built up a tolerance. But after the temporary marking that night, her current heat was hitting her hard and fast. It was the first time she realized just how inconvenient being an omega could be.

When the cigarette burned to ash, Wen Mingzhi calmly walked to the mini fridge in her office, retrieved a vial of pheromone suppressant, and downed it in one go.

It was bitter—so bitter it almost obliterated her sense of taste.

In that instant, she suddenly thought of Zhou Tian.

The scent of cherry blossoms on her… so sweet, so fragrant.

She had actually… quite liked it.

But…

A shadow passed through Wen Mingzhi’s eyes, something murky and unreadable.

“Xiao Chen,” she called softly, “Prepare for an outing.”