After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: “Come Here, Little Sister.” / Biting The Gland

Wen Mingzhi tilted her chin slightly in indication. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her delicate, pronounced collarbones. Her fair skin showed faint blue veins, and just along the side of her neck was her sensitive gland.

For a moment, Zhou Tian drifted off in a daze, her gaze fixed as if lost in thought. She swallowed unconsciously.

It had been a while, and her goddess had somehow become even more beautiful.

“Please have a seat,” Assistant Chen gestured, then took out a tablet. “Miss Zhou Tian?” Seeing she hadn’t moved, Assistant Chen softly called her again.

“Ah… Oh, right.” Zhou Tian quickly sat down.

“If anything doesn’t feel right, just speak up. Though I might not change it,” Wen Mingzhi said casually.

Zhou Tian turned toward her voice. The woman remained in her relaxed posture, leisurely sipping tea while staring at the oil painting on the wall.

“Okay…” Zhou Tian nodded, though she still hadn’t fully grasped what the other woman meant.

“Miss Zhou Tian, this is the current draft of the agreement. Please review it and let us know if there’s anything you can’t accept…” Assistant Chen turned the tablet and placed it in front of her.

Zhou Tian scrolled down and read through the first few clauses. The smile on her face gradually faded.

“A contract? Let me take a look…” Xia Ruo leaned over to read as well.

Zhou Tian pushed the tablet in front of her.

Xia Ruo carefully read the agreement line by line. The terms for both Party A and Party B were clearly laid out.

But the agreement was clearly one-sided, with Party A holding all the power.

Wen Mingzhi offered terms that were undeniably tempting—more than enough to make anyone consider it.

It was a straightforward transaction where both parties got what they wanted—but nothing more.

From Zhou Tian’s perspective, any hope for genuine affection was a delusion. All that remained were cold, impersonal stipulations.

Reading it chilled her to the bone. The happy life she had imagined with Wen Mingzhi shattered like fragile bubbles.

“It looks fine, no problem… But if Miss Zhou Tian signs and Wen President later breaks the agreement, what then?” Xia Ruo questioned seriously. She couldn’t let Zhou Tian be taken advantage of.

“Don’t worry. She won’t be mistreated. There will be a compensation clause,” Wen Mingzhi replied coolly, swirling her bright red porcelain teacup. Her phoenix eyes lifted in a smile, but it lacked any warmth.

“Okay. Zhou Tian, what do you think? Do you want to sign?” No matter how good the terms or how much Wen Mingzhi offered, it ultimately depended on Zhou Tian’s decision.

Zhou Tian buried her face in her hands and let out a deep sigh. This wasn’t what she had imagined at all. She thought staying by Wen Mingzhi’s side would mean something, but to Wen Mingzhi, she was just a convenient tool to soothe her heat.

Seeing Zhou Tian remain silent, Xia Ruo quickly changed her tone. “It’s okay. If you’ve changed your mind, we don’t have to sign anything.” She patted her arm reassuringly.

Wen Mingzhi’s phoenix eyes narrowed as she looked over, her smile dimming slightly, though her expression remained unreadable.

She had made her decision without ever considering that the other party might say no. After all, she offered more than enough—too much, even—for anyone to reasonably reject.

Wen Mingzhi’s eyes dropped as she glanced at Zhou Tian sitting obediently on the sofa. A strange sense of loss crept in.

Before she could think more on it, she heard Zhou Tian’s voice: “I’ll sign.”

“Wait! Tian Tian, think it over again, okay? Really think about it.” Xia Ruo coaxed her gently.

Then she suddenly thought of something and looked up at Wen Mingzhi. “What if Zhou Tian signs and later decides she doesn’t want to be with you anymore?”

“She can leave anytime. Don’t worry—I won’t force anyone. But you’ll have to return half of the benefits received. That should be reasonable, right?” Wen Mingzhi answered calmly.

Someone like Wen Mingzhi wouldn’t lack alphas. She didn’t need to force anyone. If she so much as lifted a finger, countless top-tier alphas would throw themselves at her.

This agreement with Zhou Tian was merely a whim sparked by a particular night—it just so happened to be Zhou Tian.

“Good. Let’s hope President Wen keeps her word.” With that assurance, Xia Ruo finally felt at ease.

“Xiao Chen, add that clause to the contract.” Then Wen Mingzhi turned to look at Zhou Tian again.

Zhou Tian still had her head lowered.

A tense silence filled the room, brimming with uncertainty and anxiety.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian lifted her head and looked directly at Wen Mingzhi, meeting her calm, indifferent phoenix eyes.

She looked like a noble celestial being, cold and untouchable, gazing down at the mundane world, watching Zhou Tian struggle in vain—powerless against fate and forever within her grasp.

That sudden eye contact caught Wen Mingzhi off guard. Her expression didn’t change much, but something inside her seemed to shift.

How could one describe those eyes? Steady, fearless, calm. Round, shimmering peach blossom eyes that stared directly into you. Emotions churned beneath the surface, veiled yet on the verge of spilling out.

Heavy, profound—Wen Mingzhi couldn’t quite decipher them, but they startled her.

“President Wen, I’ll sign.” Zhou Tian’s lips curved into a soft smile.

The moment she spoke, she decisively signed her name on the completed contract.

Wen Mingzhi’s signature was already on the line for Party A.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian felt like a fish that had willingly swum into a net.

But it wasn’t because of the bait. It was because Wen Mingzhi had woven that net.

“All right, looking forward to our cooperation.” Wen Mingzhi’s eyes lifted with a faint smile.

“Mhm. President Wen, may we get along well.” Zhou Tian gave her a bright smile.

“You can go explore the area. If you have questions, talk to Assistant Chen,” Wen Mingzhi said leisurely as she poured herself some red tea and walked off.

With the contract signed, she was ready to enjoy her leisure time.

“Miss Zhou Tian, Miss Xia Ruo, please come with me. I’ll give you a tour. We’ll return to the city with President Wen this evening,” Assistant Chen explained.

“The scenery here is beautiful—everything’s included. There’s no other estate like this in all of A City… President Wen spent over a year designing and decorating it herself.”

“Mhm. Okay.” Zhou Tian nodded while riding the sightseeing cart, though she had no mood to enjoy the scenery. Her expression was gloomy and despondent.

They passed by lush green golf courses, lively horses, colorful flowerbeds, and artistic fountains… but nothing lifted Zhou Tian’s spirits.

Eventually, she and Xia Ruo chose a garden on the side. They sat under a canopy, gazing out at the wide, breathtaking view of the river.

Assistant Chen promptly had refreshments and tea brought over before leaving.

Although Xia Ruo still worried about Zhou Tian, the latter had made up her mind. With the contract signed and a major hurdle behind them, even she couldn’t help but feel a bit more relaxed.

“Tian Tian… What should I do now?” Zhou Tian finally broke the silence, sighing heavily.

“It’s too late for regrets. Didn’t you say staying by President Wen’s side was enough? You love-struck fool.” Xia Ruo flicked her forehead, clearly exasperated.

“Sigh…”

“Tian Tian, your wish has come true. We’ve got the penalty money settled, and you’ve secured a deal with another entertainment company. Cheer up. If you don’t like it later, save up and cancel the contract with Wen Mingzhi. I’ll always be your agent—I’ll help you!”

“You’re right…” Zhou Tian sighed again. She had everything now—she was even closer to her goddess. What more could she ask for? She shouldn’t be too greedy.

She had gained benefits from Wen Mingzhi—how could she then ask for sincere feelings too? Life didn’t work like that.

She couldn’t have it both ways.

Gazing at the vibrant river scenery before her, Zhou Tian kept repeating to herself: It’s okay. As long as I treat her sincerely, one day, she’ll see the depth of my heart.

“This place is so beautiful,” Zhou Tian murmured.

“It is, but too bad you can’t live here with President Wen,” Xia Ruo replied.

“Yeah… But Cuiyu Courtyard isn’t bad either…” Zhou Tian popped a bright red cherry in her mouth. “Summer-jie, you can come visit me anytime.”

“Sure… But, will I run into President Wen?”

“Probably not.” Zhou Tian frowned slightly. “She’ll probably only visit during her heat.”

“Hmm… The clause about you being on-call is tricky. What if she calls while you’re filming a show?”

“Yeah… That could be a problem…” Zhou Tian pondered, then smiled. “I guess she’ll just have to pay the penalty fee then.”

“Fair enough.”

Zhou Tian took several sips of tea and occasionally glanced at Xia Ruo beside her.

“Summer-jie… I need to tell you something. It’s about what happened with Professor Bai Qianxue. It’s related to President Wen, so… please don’t get mad…”

Hearing her sheepish tone, Xia Ruo instantly felt something was off, though her expression remained calm. “It’s okay. Just tell me. I won’t get mad.”

“…”

“You want me to come over?”

The question was thrown out lightly by Wen Mingzhi, her lips curving up with a teasing smile, but her eyes carried an inexplicable heat.

Sitting beside her, Zhou Tian instinctively tightened her posture, then softly nodded. “Mn…”

She was embarrassed to admit it directly, but after what had happened in the afternoon, the distance between them had clearly changed.

Wen Mingzhi’s gaze swept over her, taking in the flush on her face, and then she chuckled, tapping her slender fingers on the armrest of the yacht seat. “Good girl.”

Her voice was low and mellow, brushing against Zhou Tian’s ears like velvet, making her heart beat wildly again.

Zhou Tian sat upright like a student listening to a lecture, stealing glances at Wen Mingzhi from the corner of her eyes. Her elegant profile was perfectly outlined against the golden sunset pouring in from the yacht window. That was her goddess—flawless and powerful.

Zhou Tian couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.

Wen Mingzhi turned her head slightly, sensing the stare, and casually asked, “Still looking?”

Zhou Tian immediately sat up straight, ears red. “No, no!”

“Hm.” Wen Mingzhi gave a light laugh and said nothing more.

By the time they returned to the city dock, it was already evening. The orange-red sunset painted the sky with a soft glow, and the gentle waves rocked the yacht ever so slightly.

As the group disembarked, Chen Tezhu had already arranged for a car to pick up Zhou Tian and take her straight to Cuiyu Garden.

Meanwhile, Wen Mingzhi said she had to return to the company briefly, but would visit later.

Before getting into the car, Wen Mingzhi lowered her voice beside Zhou Tian’s ear, her tone casual but her breath warm. “Get some rest. Wait for me.”

Zhou Tian’s heart skipped a beat. “Okay…”

She watched as Wen Mingzhi got into the black Bentley and drove away, her gaze lingering long after the car disappeared around the bend.

“Ahhh—Zhou Tian, calm down!” she muttered to herself once she got in her own car, burying her blushing face in her hands.

She was clearly the Alpha, but why did she always feel like the one being teased and led around?

Still, thinking about that afternoon…

Zhou Tian bit her lip, ears burning, but her eyes sparkling with an emotion close to infatuation.

She knew clearly what she was doing—signing a contract with Wen Mingzhi, accepting a transactional relationship, knowing it might never turn into love.

But even so, she couldn’t stop herself.

She wanted to be close to Wen Mingzhi. She was willing to try, even if the odds were slim, even if the journey was hard.

Even if she was the one destined to fall harder.

By the time Zhou Tian returned to Cuiyu Garden, the sun had completely set. The sky outside was dyed in deep twilight, and a few stars had already begun to appear.

She had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa, blow-drying her hair, when she heard the smart door lock beep.

Ding—

Zhou Tian froze for a moment, then immediately sat up straight, hair still damp, her heart skipping.

The door opened with a soft click.

Wen Mingzhi walked in dressed in a sleek black suit, her long coat draped casually over one arm. She didn’t carry anything else, just a keycard in hand and a faint scent of cold air still clinging to her from outside.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Tian instinctively stood up.

“You’re back…”

Wen Mingzhi glanced at her, eyes sweeping over her slender figure dressed in soft beige loungewear, hair still wet and skin flushed from the shower. The corners of her lips curled slightly.

“I told you to wait for me. What’s with the nervous face?”

Zhou Tian opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but in the end just nodded.

Wen Mingzhi walked toward her, tossing her coat onto the sofa. “Blow-drying your hair?”

Zhou Tian quickly turned to pick up the blow dryer and was about to finish the rest when a hand reached out, taking it from her.

“I’ll do it.”

Wen Mingzhi plugged in the blow dryer, motioned for Zhou Tian to sit down, and gently ran her fingers through the damp strands of hair.

The warm wind blew softly over Zhou Tian’s neck and ears. Wen Mingzhi’s fingers moved steadily, occasionally grazing her skin, sending a wave of tingles through her.

“Your hair is thin and soft,” Wen Mingzhi said suddenly.

Zhou Tian blinked, a bit surprised. “Is that… good?”

“I like it,” Wen Mingzhi replied calmly, as if stating a fact.

Zhou Tian’s ears turned red again.

After her hair was dry, Wen Mingzhi set the dryer aside and said, “Come here.”

Zhou Tian hesitated for half a second, then obediently got up and followed her into the bedroom.

The lighting was dim and warm. Wen Mingzhi unbuttoned her cuffs slowly, as if taking her time, then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhou Tian, her gaze half-lidded.

“You seemed a little disappointed this afternoon.”

Zhou Tian’s fingers twitched. She looked down at her feet and mumbled, “No… I wasn’t.”

Wen Mingzhi’s lips curved upward. “Really?”

She reached out and gently pulled Zhou Tian into her arms. “If you were, that’s okay too. I don’t mind making up for it.”

Zhou Tian’s heart was pounding wildly, and her breathing went a little unsteady.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with Wen Mingzhi’s scent—something subtle and elegant, mixed with a faint trace of sandalwood. Being wrapped in her arms felt too comfortable.

“Are you… going to stay the night?” Zhou Tian asked, almost in a whisper.

Wen Mingzhi chuckled softly. “You want me to?”

Zhou Tian hesitated, then nodded, cheeks red.

Wen Mingzhi looked down at her, her voice low and intimate. “Then I’ll stay.”

Zhou Tian’s heart beat so fast it almost felt like it would leap out of her chest.

Wen Mingzhi’s lips brushed against her forehead with a featherlight kiss, lingering gently, as if trying to soothe the shyness in her heart.

Then, as if sensing something, Wen Mingzhi paused slightly and slowly moved her hand to Zhou Tian’s waist. “You’re still trembling?”

Zhou Tian ducked her head and didn’t answer.

The atmosphere in the room was gentle and quiet. The heating hummed softly. The light from the wall lamp cast warm shadows on the bed.

Wen Mingzhi didn’t rush her. She merely leaned in and kissed the tip of her ear. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I said I’d wait for you.”

Zhou Tian murmured a quiet “mm,” and it was unclear whether it was from emotion or embarrassment.

But Wen Mingzhi had always been someone who said little but meant every word.

Her fingertips brushed the edge of Zhou Tian’s collar. She lowered her head and said in a voice low and hoarse, “But don’t look at me like that.”

Zhou Tian was startled. “What?”

Wen Mingzhi looked into her eyes, almost helplessly. “Like you want me to stop, but also like you want me to keep going.”

Zhou Tian: “…”

The tips of her ears flushed bright red.

Wen Mingzhi leaned down, her voice brushing past her lips like a breeze. “I can’t hold back when you look at me like that.”

Then, without another word, she kissed her.

Unlike the playful teasing from before, this kiss was deeper, more urgent, carrying a heat that made Zhou Tian instinctively grip Wen Mingzhi’s shirt.

Wen Mingzhi held her waist firmly, guiding her as their breaths mingled.

Zhou Tian’s resistance slowly melted under her touch. Her arms circled Wen Mingzhi’s neck, and the two figures fell into the soft mattress together.

The room fell into silence again—except for the soft sounds of breathing and the quiet rustle of fabric.

Much later, in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Zhou Tian curled up in Wen Mingzhi’s arms. Her legs still felt weak, and she clutched the edge of the blanket tightly.

Wen Mingzhi kissed her hair and murmured, “You smell good.”

Zhou Tian whispered with a bit of a pout, “You’re saying that after bullying me like that…”

Wen Mingzhi laughed softly. “I didn’t bully you. You didn’t stop me.”

Zhou Tian: “…”

She couldn’t win against her.

In the warm light of night, the two quietly lay together—one finally drifting off to sleep, the other watching her with soft, unreadable eyes.

Zhou Tian fell asleep nestled against Wen Mingzhi’s shoulder.

She usually took a long time to fall asleep, especially in unfamiliar places, but tonight she was tired—mentally, physically, and emotionally—and with Wen Mingzhi’s familiar scent around her, her breath gradually deepened.

Wen Mingzhi didn’t sleep immediately.

She lay quietly, her hand gently brushing through Zhou Tian’s hair, her eyes clear and soft under the dim light.

She’d waited for Zhou Tian for a long time.

From the moment she’d realized her feelings until now, every step was cautious, restrained, and patient. Even tonight—though her desire was clear—she had never once crossed the line Zhou Tian wouldn’t allow.

Wen Mingzhi leaned down and gently kissed the corner of Zhou Tian’s lips.

“I like you,” she whispered, voice nearly inaudible, as if speaking only to the sleeping girl in her arms. “I’ve always liked you.”

The only reply was the even, steady sound of Zhou Tian’s breathing.

Wen Mingzhi smiled faintly and finally closed her eyes.

The room was warm. The storm outside the window had stopped. Only the soft ticking of the clock accompanied the quiet night.

For the first time in a long while, Zhou Tian didn’t dream.

When morning light crept into the room through the half-closed curtains, she stirred slightly, blinking sleepily as her body adjusted to the unfamiliar soreness.

As soon as she moved, the arm around her tightened.

“Don’t get up yet,” Wen Mingzhi’s voice was low and husky from just waking. “It’s still early.”

Zhou Tian buried her face into the crook of her neck and whispered, “I have class today…”

“You can skip one day.”

“I already skipped yesterday.”

Wen Mingzhi laughed, kissed her hair, and said, “Then lie with me for five more minutes.”

Zhou Tian didn’t resist anymore.

Five minutes turned into ten, then twenty.

Outside the window, the world was waking up, but inside this quiet room, time seemed to have paused just for them.