After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Tsk tsk tsk, And Here I Thought President Wen Really Liked You.

“So obedient.” Wen Mingzhi reached out and gently rubbed the top of Zhou Tian’s head.

Zhou Tian shyly lowered her gaze, her ears hidden beneath her hair turning bright red.

Wen Mingzhi’s fair fingers lifted and played with her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, revealing her flushed earlobe.

“Little one,” Wen Mingzhi leaned in close to her ear, her breath warm and soft.

Zhou Tian shivered involuntarily, her heart pounding like a drum. Her hands clenched the edge of her shirt tightly. The scent of violet lingered at the tip of her nose, and she couldn’t help but swallow.

A warm, damp kiss landed on her neck, tickling and tingling, stirring something deep within her, arousing hazy thoughts.

Cool, smooth arms wrapped around her neck like a snake claiming territory—possessive, dominant, controlling everything within its domain.

Zhou Tian couldn’t help but turn to look at her. Her peach blossom eyes were misted with a dreamy glaze.

The rich scent of violet mixed with cherry blossom pheromones filled the room, lingering and intoxicating.

Wen Mingzhi’s kisses fell one after another, heavy and deliberate, leaving a trail of red marks behind.

Zhou Tian’s head was gently pressed down, resting against Wen Mingzhi’s neck. But she only dared to softly rub and gently lick the warm, slick skin.

Based on past experience, Wen Mingzhi didn’t like things rough. She didn’t like marks left behind—and least of all, kissing…

So even though Zhou Tian was completely entranced, she forced herself to maintain a thread of reason. She pressed herself close to Wen Mingzhi, carefully caressing her back while her other hand wrapped around her waist.

Whatever her goddess didn’t like, Zhou Tian would remember.

As long as she could gain even the slightest bit of Wen Mingzhi’s affection—just a little—she would be satisfied.

Zhou Tian was sensible and easily content. She just wanted to stay by her side a little longer.

The mix of violet and cherry blossom pheromones gradually filled the room. Moans began to rise, sultry and intense…

“…”

The next morning, Zhou Tian woke up to find Wen Mingzhi already gone.

She quickly freshened up and headed downstairs to look for her, but found no sign of her—not even Assistant Chen.

Didn’t she say Zhou Tian could stay a few more days?

Then why didn’t she stay too? Why not stay with her?

The smile that had just started to form on Zhou Tian’s lips immediately faded. Her round peach blossom eyes lowered, filled with unhidden disappointment.

“Miss Zhou, are you looking for President Wen? She’s gone to the office,” Auntie Li explained.

“Okay.” Zhou Tian nodded absentmindedly, looking like a small puppy abandoned by its owner. She slumped onto the sofa in the living room.

“It’s okay. You can stay here for a few more days—President Wen said so,” Auntie Li comforted her. “What would you like for breakfast?”

Zhou Tian sat dumbly on the couch and murmured, “Anything’s fine.”

Auntie Li turned and went into the kitchen.

Would she still see Wen Mingzhi today? Zhou Tian didn’t know.

If she wasn’t staying here, Zhou Tian felt she had no reason to stay either. Her eyes fell on the guitar in the corner of the couch, emotions churning.

She couldn’t help but pull out her phone and open Green Bubble. Their chat interface was still blank. Unwilling to give up, she opened Wen Mingzhi’s Moments—also completely empty. Either she was blocked, or Wen Mingzhi simply never posted anything.

Zhou Tian figured the first option was more likely.

Wen Mingzhi’s activity on that other social app was quite frequent, so not updating her Moments didn’t make sense.

She had been shut out by Wen Mingzhi.

That thin line between them—was a boundary she could never cross.

Her throat tightened, a bitter sadness welling up from deep inside.

She grabbed the water from the table and gulped down several big sips, forcing the emotion down along with it.

After hastily finishing breakfast, Zhou Tian wandered into the courtyard. Her eyes landed on the villa next door and she stopped in her tracks. Since she had nothing better to do, she might as well accept Bai Qianxue’s invitation now.

With that thought, she dashed back inside, grabbed her phone, and sent Bai Qianxue a message.

Then she slung her guitar over her shoulder and headed toward the neighboring villa.

“Teacher Bai Qianxue! It’s me—Zhou Tian!” She rang the doorbell several times. When there was no response, she called out loudly.

“What, what… what’s the rush?” Bai Qianxue appeared at the door wearing a face mask and holding a remote.

The courtyard gate slowly opened, and Zhou Tian stepped inside.

“Wow? The gate’s remote-controlled?” she muttered.

“Hillbilly,” Bai Qianxue mumbled under her breath.

“What was that? Why are you like this?” Zhou Tian protested and glared back.

Bai Qianxue ignored her and walked into the house.

Zhou Tian looked around curiously. The house was lavishly decorated, one wall entirely filled with dolls and collectibles. Various trophies were displayed in glass cabinets. Following Bai Qianxue’s footsteps, she couldn’t take it all in fast enough.

She was led to a large first-floor room, which seemed to be a combination of several rooms—spacious and open, filled with professional musical instruments.

On the left was a professional recording studio. The right wall was a built-in glass cabinet filled with a variety of microphones—rare and collectible, many of them used during Bai Qianxue’s award-winning performances.

Zhou Tian only recognized a few of them.

“You can play around here for a bit. I’m going to freshen up. Be careful though—if you break anything, you can’t afford to pay for it!” Bai Qianxue tossed that warning over her shoulder before leaving.

Zhou Tian didn’t take it seriously. She wandered around in wonder like she’d stepped into a dream. Everything was new and exciting—she strummed a bass, beat on the drums, pressed a few notes on the synthesizer.

There were so many instruments she didn’t know where to start.

“Wow, this is the latest mic model!” Zhou Tian stretched on tiptoes and sang a few lines—the sound quality was stunning.

She picked up a nearby guitar. “No way, this is a handmade custom guitar by Italian artisan XXX—limited edition! Even this is here?”

“Ahhh! There’s even a signed photo with world-renowned songwriter Fruang! A legendary master!”

Looking at the photo, Zhou Tian nearly squealed with excitement!

Even if she were recording at a major show or a top national studio, she wouldn’t see this much high-end, professional-grade equipment all in one place.

She couldn’t help but be thrilled!

To a musician, this was a dream room!

No wonder netizens hailed Bai Qianxue as the queen of the new music generation.

“Wipe your drool,” Bai Qianxue appeared at the door at some point, eyeing her with disdain.

“I’m not drooling!” Zhou Tian wiped her mouth anyway—even though there was nothing there.

“Hello, Miss Zhou. We’ve met before.” A woman suddenly stepped out from behind Bai Qianxue. It was her agent, Sister Jin.

“Hello, hello!” Zhou Tian quickly bowed in greeting. This Omega with short shoulder-length hair and silver-rimmed glasses was quite famous in the industry.

Many said that without her, there would be no Bai Qianxue—no reigning queen of the new music era.

Her impressive PR skills and resource networking were well known. Rumors even said she and Bai Qianxue were a couple.

Zhou Tian had read these rumors online.

“No need to be so polite. She’s just sharp-tongued but not a bad person. If she says anything nasty, just snap back,” Sister Jin said with a gentle smile, polite and approachable—completely opposite to her artist.

Zhou Tian nodded quickly, silently agreeing.

“Jin-jie, you’re my agent! How can you side with an outsider?” Bai Qianxue pouted, tone tinged with a hint of a whine.

“Have you already forgotten what happened a few days ago?” Sister Jin shot her a sharp look.

Bai Qianxue immediately shut her mouth.

“Miss Zhou, I heard from Qianxue that you’re friends now? Could you help clarify what happened on the show the other day? It’s been quite a stir.” Sister Jin asked politely.

“Jin-jie? What are you saying? We don’t need to care about those gossip accounts at all…” Bai Qianxue frowned, then turned to glare at Zhou Tian.

“Yes… sure,” Zhou Tian hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

“She didn’t mean what she said last time. Bai Qianxue is just a diehard fan of President Wen, so she… I hope you don’t take it personally.” It was remarkable that such a high-profile agent would apologize so sincerely.

Zhou Tian felt a little awkward and quickly replied, “It’s fine, you don’t need to say that.”

“By the way, did Qianxue apologize to you?” Sister Jin asked seriously.

Zhou Tian glanced at Bai Qianxue, who was nervously watching her, shaking her head and glaring in warning.

Zhou Tian looked away, swallowed, and shook her head honestly.

“Qianxue, apologize properly!” Sister Jin’s tone turned cold and authoritative.

“…Zhou Tian, I’m sorry!” Bai Qianxue gritted her teeth, her tone begrudging.

“It’s okay,” Zhou Tian replied softly.

“If she ever does anything out of line, just let me know,” Sister Jin smiled again, her earlier intensity completely gone, like a different person.

“Okay, okay…” Zhou Tian glanced at Bai Qianxue, who was pouting and making faces in protest.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to your music,” Sister Jin said before walking out.

The large room fell silent, leaving Bai Qianxue and Zhou Tian alone. The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Once upon a time, meeting someone of Bai Qianxue’s stature would have made Zhou Tian nervous and starstruck. Now, standing before her, she felt nothing—and even wanted to roast her. Maybe she really was getting bolder.

“You better not say anything stupid to Jin-jie or I won’t let you off!” Bai Qianxue tried to threaten her, though her tone lacked conviction.

“Okay, okay…” Zhou Tian replied dismissively, clearly not intimidated.

Turns out, the 26-year-old Bai Qianxue, who’s about to be crowned the queen of pop, was just a bossy, mischievous big sister in private.

Zhou Tian thought to herself—there’s nothing to be scared of.

“You’re really that afraid of Jin-jie?” she asked curiously after a while.

“Hmph… you don’t know how scary she can be when she gets serious,” Bai Qianxue started, but then switched topics, “Forget it, why am I even telling you this?”

“We’re friends now, right? No matter what, you have to let me into President Wen’s house,” she flipped her long curls behind her shoulder.

“No way. You’ll have to ask President Wen,” Zhou Tian refused flatly.

“She already left this morning. How am I supposed to ask her? Is she coming back today?” she followed up.

Zhou Tian shook her head, visibly deflated.

“Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought President Wen really liked you,” Bai Qianxue scoffed.

“I meant I don’t know!” Zhou Tian snapped, glaring at her.

“Isn’t that the same thing? You don’t even know her schedule. Not even whether she’s coming home today!”

Zhou Tian was so angry she could barely breathe. She retorted, “Then why haven’t you been allowed into her house!?”

“So what? I live next door, and I’ve attended plenty of events with her.”

Zhou Tian sneered, “Mingzhi-jie doesn’t even look at you properly. What’s there to brag about? I’m living with her now! We live together!!”

“And so what? It’s not official. For all you know, she’ll dump you tomorrow! And stop calling her Mingzhi-jie in front of me! Stop flaunting!!”

“So what if she does? At least I’ve been with her!!!”