After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: “Mingzhi-jiejie?”

“…Mm.” Zhou Tuan responded, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.

“Auntie Li, please prepare a latte for me later.” After finishing her meal, Wen Mingzhi left that sentence behind and went upstairs.

Zhou Tuan lowered her head, gently touching the oil burn on the back of her hand. Her eyes were clouded and unreadable.

After finishing the meal, she helped Auntie Li clean up the dishes. Then, she stayed in the kitchen to observe how to make a proper latte. The specialty coffee beans, extraction concentration, milk temperature—everything had its own precise requirements.

“To even drink a latte with such finesse…” Zhou Tuan quietly sighed in admiration, yet still memorized every step and measurement.

She made a cup for herself based on Wen Mingzhi’s preferences.

Taking a small sip, she frowned slightly. It didn’t taste all that different from the one she had in the morning, except it had more milk.

In the end, she set down the cup and blinked helplessly.

That afternoon, Zhou Tuan casually scrolled through her apps. The variety show Yue Sheng she had recorded was updated with some behind-the-scenes clips. Her segment hadn’t been cut—in fact, it was edited to be even more dramatic.

In the video, Zhou Tuan was scolded to tears onstage by Bai Qianxue. Backstage, some teammates comforted her while she sobbed into her hands…

“Too dramatic…” Zhou Tuan muttered, noticing the video had already racked up 3.7 million likes—far better metrics than past clips.

She opened the comment section and began reading:

LOL who even is this? Never heard of her.
With that level of skill, how dare she even show up here? What was the production team thinking bringing on someone like this?
The other mentors tried so hard to sugarcoat it, like come on, stop forcing praise. Whose nepotism hire is this???
Am I the only one who thought the song was okay…?
“Okay”? Go clean your ears, please. That was not okay.
“ …”

There were even more vicious comments. As Zhou Tuan kept scrolling, the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

She exited the comment section and took a deep breath, lightly patting her cheeks with both hands.

It’s okay. I’m still new. This kind of reaction is normal. At least there’s attention, right?

She exhaled deeply, trying to reassure herself.

Still… even so, Bai Qianxue had gone too far, hadn’t she? The things she said were just cruel. Zhou Tuan couldn’t help but think about her neighbor again.

As evening approached, Assistant Chen brought her the guitar.

“Can I play it in the courtyard?” Zhou Tuan asked.

“Yes.”

With permission granted, Zhou Tuan made a cheerful “Yay!” gesture. Hopefully, she wouldn’t disturb Wen Mingzhi.

She clung to the sliver of hope. In this huge villa, with nothing to do, music was her only outlet. She was in the middle of writing a new song and didn’t want to waste this rare wave of inspiration.

She carried the guitar to the pavilion in the courtyard. A latte she made earlier still sat on the vintage round wooden table.

Only now did she examine the guitar in her hands—it was a handcrafted brand from overseas, expensive and clearly beyond her means.

She gently brushed her fingers across the strings.

She had told Assistant Chen that a regular guitar would be fine…

Then again, for Wen Mingzhi, this probably was regular.

Zhou Tuan let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

But those dark thoughts were soon replaced by the cheerful melody that flowed from her fingertips.

The lively music reached Bai Qianxue next door, halting her furious texting. She found herself humming along and nodding to the rhythm—it leaned toward modern pop but was actually… pretty good. Unfortunately, it only lasted one verse. She looked down thoughtfully.

Once the music stopped, she snapped out of it and resumed angrily tapping on her phone.

Damn that Zhou Tuan. How dare she treat an industry senior like this?

“…”

As Zhou Tuan played, she made notes and edits to the melody.

In the study, Wen Mingzhi naturally heard the light, cheerful tune. It was just like the cherry blossom scent of Zhou Tuan’s pheromones—bright and gentle.

Leaning back in her chair, Wen Mingzhi took a sip of coffee and smiled subtly. Today’s coffee is perfect.

“…”

Time flew by. When Auntie Li started preparing dinner, Zhou Tuan stepped into the kitchen to help slice potatoes—only to cut her finger.

“Ah!” Bright red bl00d oozed from her left index finger.

“Are you alright?” Auntie Li asked urgently. “It’s okay, Miss Zhou, I’ll handle the cooking. Please rest.” She quickly fetched the first aid kit.

“O-Okay…” Zhou Tuan had no choice but to leave the kitchen.

“Don’t worry,” she comforted Auntie Li, seeing how flustered she was.

“Your hands are for playing music—it’s not good to get injured. You played beautifully this afternoon,” Auntie Li praised.

“Really?! You liked it?! That’s great!” Zhou Tuan’s round peach blossom eyes sparkled.

“Very much!” Auntie Li disinfected the wound and stuck on a bandage. “There, now don’t go back into the kitchen, and try not to get the bandage wet.”

“Okay… got it. Thank you, Auntie Li.” She stuck out her tongue playfully.

It felt so warm—like Auntie Li was family, just like Sister Xia.

With nothing else to do, Zhou Tuan wandered around the living room and eventually picked up her phone.

The screen lit up with a flood of messages from various apps.

Zhou Tuan tapped one profile photo—it looked familiar. Wait, isn’t that… Bai Qianxue?

How did she get her contact info?

There were friend requests on Dayan, Yinfu, and more. Zhou Tuan skimmed them—most were asking to be added.

Without thinking too much, she tapped accept.

Immediately, a message popped up:

Zhou Tuan, we’re friends now!

She blinked at the screen. This is Bai Qianxue?

 Teacher Bai? she asked, just in case—it was easy to get scammed these days.

Yes, friend.

“?”

Zhou Tuan was full of question marks. This is kind of absurd. Though she could guess the other woman’s intentions.

Zhou Tuan, let’s be friends! I’ve got an invitation to a show. Want in?

No thank you. We’re not that close yet. Thanks though, Teacher Bai.

Zhou Tuan!?

Sorry. Someone as average as me isn’t worthy of being your friend.

Zhou Tuan sniffed. She didn’t need this now—Wen Mingzhi had promised to give her resources. No need to rush.

So this is what it’s like—being backed by someone powerful.

Who would’ve thought that the mentor who once mocked her onstage was now so eager to be her friend?

She exited the chat window, opened her recordings, and listened to the afternoon guitar session again and again. But something still felt… off.

The light, cheerful melody was interrupted by a flood of new messages.

Zhou Tuan opened them—it was still Bai Qianxue:

I heard your song.
The melody’s not bad.
Where are you? Zhou Tuan???
Hey, I heard your guitar!!!
I can help you!
Zhou Tuan!?
“ …”

Seeing the screen filled with messages, Zhou Tuan hesitated, frowning slightly.

This is the opportunity I’ve always dreamed of—to be mentored by a big name in the music industry. It’s rare.

She was wildly tempted.

But… it’s Bai Qianxue.

After much deliberation, she finally replied:

Okay.

So we’re friends now?

Seeing the message, Zhou Tuan frowned:

That’s not how it works. If you want to come over, you’ll need to ask Wen-zong.

On the other end, Bai Qianxue was seething—but kept her cool:

Aren’t you living there too? You can decide.

No. Zhou Tuan replied seriously. Friendship takes time and effort. We’re not friends yet.

Fine. But we should still meet, right? How else can I help you with the song?

Okay. Pick a location, but I can’t meet in the next two days.

Why don’t you come to my house? I’ve got full pro studio gear.
Bai Qianxue boasted, sending multiple photos. She was clearly proud of the setup she’d carefully built over time.

Zhou Tuan’s heart fluttered again. She usually recorded songs in basic studios. Now, this was a dream come true.

Alright. She agreed without hesitation.

Her eyes lit up with joy.

“What are you smiling at?” Wen Mingzhi’s voice came from the study door, a faint curve on her lips.

“Just something music-related.” Zhou Tuan immediately sat up straight on the couch.

“Must be good news.” Wen Mingzhi turned to call, “Auntie Li, dinner’s ready.”

Zhou Tuan’s eyes curved into a happy crescent.

The goddess is concerned about me!!

“Okay, Wen-zong.” Auntie Li quickly brought out a few dishes, then returned to the kitchen.

Zhou Tuan rose from the couch and walked toward Wen Mingzhi, her gaze never leaving her face. It seemed Wen Mingzhi was in a good mood.

She sat beside her—upright and proper. Seeing that Wen Mingzhi didn’t object, she relaxed a little, her expression quietly joyful. Her injured left hand stayed hidden beneath the table the whole time.

“…”

Sitting next to Wen Mingzhi, Zhou Tuan could faintly catch the scent of violet pheromones. She instinctively sniffed—she hadn’t imagined it.

After dinner, without needing a word, Zhou Tuan followed Wen Mingzhi upstairs to the third floor bedroom.

After a long day’s work, Wen Mingzhi was already reaching her limit. This time, her heat cycle was intense—but she hadn’t used any inhibitors.

Because now, she had the best inhibitor of all—safe, natural, and good for her well-being.

Watching Zhou Tuan quietly follow behind in her long dress, gentle and sweet, Wen Mingzhi thought to herself: She really is such a good girl.

Once inside, Wen Mingzhi softly closed the door and smiled faintly. “So, how do you feel staying here?”

“It’s nice.” Zhou Tuan beamed.

“That’s good.” Wen Mingzhi’s eyes arched, forming a strikingly alluring curve.

“Wen-zong…” Zhou Tuan backed up into the room, avoiding Wen Mingzhi’s heated gaze as she sat on the sofa.

“Why don’t you call me ‘jiejie’ anymore?” Wen Mingzhi sat beside her, a low, intoxicating laugh rumbling from her chest. “Mingzhi-jiejie.”

Zhou Tuan’s face turned crimson in an instant. “You heard that?”

“I did. It was very cute.” Wen Mingzhi smiled, her once-clear voice now taking on a sultry lilt.

“…” Zhou Tuan’s rationality evaporated. After a pause, she whispered:

“Jiejie?”

“Mingzhi-jiejie?”
Her clear voice carried a soft, syrupy shyness.