After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: “Wen Mingzhi, I love you.” / President Wen Is Clearly Doing This On Purpose

When Wen Mingzhi’s memory returned, she and Assistant Chen came to Cuiyu Villa.

But not long after they arrived, Assistant Chen’s phone rang.

“President Wen, it’s Miss Zhou,” she reported.

“Mm… ignore her for now,” Wen Mingzhi frowned slightly.

Everything here at Cuiyu Villa felt familiar, and Zhou Tian’s figure seemed to flicker vaguely before her eyes, wandering through the villa.

Blurry memories gradually became clearer. Wen Mingzhi pursed her lips, a swirl of complex emotions stirring inside her.

The sweetness and tenderness had been overturned, but the feelings for her girlfriend still clung to her heart like cobwebs—delicate and entangled—hard to pluck away all at once.

But another emotion—irritation—rose, impossible to ignore.

Had she been deceived?

Zhou Tian actually tricked her!?

Wen Mingzhi walked to the third-floor bedroom. Scenes of her time with Zhou Tian flooded her mind like a switch had been flipped, replaying over and over.

Her brow furrowed deeply, and her phoenix eyes lifted—sharp and icy.

After a long while, she came downstairs, her face tight and cold. “Xiao Chen, tell Zhou Tian to come back here.”

“Okay.” Assistant Chen was briefly stunned before immediately calling Zhou Tian. She sneaked a glance at Wen Mingzhi, who was still smoking, her expression obscured by the haze.

Then Wen Mingzhi turned and left, heading back to the manor.

“…”

After that, Wen Mingzhi stayed at the Qinli Manor and paid no attention to Zhou Tian, not even during her heat.

Until she received a phone call from Zhou Tian.

Wen Mingzhi had just made plans for a get-together with friends when Zhou Tian contacted her. She paused, flicked the ash from her cigarette, and answered the call.

When she heard Zhou Tian wanted to see her, the corner of her lips curled faintly.

“Alright, come to the manor tomorrow,” Wen Mingzhi replied casually, giving a time and place without hesitation.

On the other end, Zhou Tian let out a huge sigh of relief, as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Zhou Tian insisted on going to Qinli Manor alone to make things clear with Wen Mingzhi and settle things once and for all.

Xia Ruo was naturally worried and wanted to tag along.

What if Zhou Tian changed her mind after seeing Wen Mingzhi, got love-struck again, and refused to leave? That would be a disaster.

But Zhou Tian seemed different now, more resolute, and Xia Ruo had no choice but to trust her.

After several days, Zhou Tian returned to Qinli Manor.

The moment she set foot on the island, countless memories overwhelmed her—everything that had happened here, good and bad, played like a movie in her mind.

But the first people she saw upon getting off the sightseeing car were Wen Mingzhi’s friends. Even on a day like this, Wen Mingzhi was still hosting a gathering, as if meeting her was just a side note—she hadn’t even considered her feelings.

To Zhou Tian, this meeting was significant. But to Wen Mingzhi, it was just another ordinary day—like all those before where Zhou Tian had humbly followed beside her.

That had always been the dynamic between them. But not for much longer…

Situ Yujia immediately stepped forward, mocking her with a laugh. “Oh, look who it is—our little canary.”

Zhou Tian ignored her and brushed past.

Fei Xing’en greeted her cheerfully. “Zhou Tian! You’re here? Long time no see!”

“Mm, long time no see.” Zhou Tian gave a polite smile. “Where’s President Wen?”

“Mingzhi? She just went to change her clothes,” Fei Xing’en replied.

“Okay, thank you.” Zhou Tian turned and headed toward the sightseeing car.

“Running off already, little bird? Leaving so soon?” Situ Yujia teased, blocking her path and staring at her with disdain.

Zhou Tian turned slightly but still didn’t respond.

“I told you not to deceive Mingzhi, but you wouldn’t listen. Look at you now… out of favor, huh?” she said gloatingly.

Zhou Tian let out a soft sigh and looked up at her. “Yeah? And are you in favor now?” she sneered.

“You! Hah… A little canary dares to talk back?”

“Does Wen Mingzhi know you talk like this?” Zhou Tian glared at her.

“You—!”

“What’s the point of targeting me? Is Wen Mingzhi with you?” she retorted sharply, getting into the sightseeing car and heading inside to find Wen Mingzhi.

As Zhou Tian entered the main hall, Wen Mingzhi descended the stairs, stepping down gracefully like an immortal descending to the mortal realm. Even when facing Zhou Tian at eye level, she carried the cold arrogance of someone in power.

“You’re here?” Wen Mingzhi said coolly. She walked over to the tea table and poured herself a cup of tea. The cup was a pale green glazed porcelain, elegant with an ancient charm.

“Yes, President Wen.” Zhou Tian sat down across from her.

The tea had a delicate aroma—green tea, the high-grade variety Wen Mingzhi always drank.

It showed her mood wasn’t great lately—probably overwhelmed with company matters.

Zhou Tian instinctively analyzed her mood, then shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. This habit really needed to stop.

“Long time no see, President Wen,” Zhou Tian said with a faint smile.

“Mm, not that long,” Wen Mingzhi replied, sipping her tea.

The spacious living room fell into silence. Even the floating tea leaves in the cup seemed to spin idly.

After a while, Zhou Tian lifted her eyes and looked at Wen Mingzhi, so noble and elegant on the sofa.

“Mingzhi, I like you,” she suddenly said, hands clutching the hem of her clothes. But saying it was easier than she imagined—unexpectedly calm, with her heart no longer racing like before.

Wen Mingzhi froze, teacup midair. After a moment, she blew on the leaves and took a sip.

“That’s just your illusion,” she said lightly, looking over. “You only like superficial things—what I can give you: resources, money, status.”

Zhou Tian lowered her lashes, pain flashing in her eyes.

“You should know, right? I’m getting engaged soon. My fiancée will be an S-class alpha, someone of equal standing.”

“Mm.” Zhou Tian nodded faintly.

“You’re just an ordinary A-class alpha, a singer I made famous… You think too highly of yourself,” she said cruelly.

Wen Mingzhi looked down at the tea leaves swirling in her cup, lost in thought.

“You’re right.” Zhou Tian responded calmly, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Then she raised her head and looked straight at her. “Wen Mingzhi, I love you.”

Perhaps her gaze was too intense—Wen Mingzhi averted her eyes. She couldn’t decipher the emotions in those wide, clear eyes: heavy and deep.

After a long pause, she replied coldly, “It’s just your illusion.”

“…”

Those icy words shattered Zhou Tian’s heart.

So, this was what her goddess had always thought. Even now, she still denied her feelings.

From beginning to end, she had been the only one who cared about their relationship.

This love… meant nothing.

“Mm… President Wen, I’m terminating my contract. Xia-jie and I will pay the penalty,” Zhou Tian said calmly, forcing a faint smile to maintain her dignity.

Wen Mingzhi gave her a glance, then looked off into the distance and took another sip of tea.

“Isn’t this good? I supported you. Our pheromones are a perfect match,” she said.

“No need. I’ll move out of Cuiyu Villa,” Zhou Tian said firmly, her expression unreadable, which confused Wen Mingzhi slightly.

“You’ve thought it through?” Her voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

“Yes. Thank you for taking care of me these past days. This will be my last time here,” Zhou Tian said and turned to leave.

Wen Mingzhi remained poised and aloof. She watched Zhou Tian’s retreating figure, her eyes gradually losing focus. She kept drinking tea—sip after sip—but the taste was bland, devoid of any flavor.

“…”

Zhou Tian went straight back to Cuiyu Villa to pack. She and Xia-jie had decided she could stay at her place for now.

On the third floor, she stood by the window and looked out, spotting Bai Qianxue next door.

After a moment’s thought, she went downstairs and walked to the neighboring villa.

Bai Qianxue was drinking coffee in the garden and glanced over. “You’re here?”

The garden gate opened slowly. Zhou Tian stepped in.

“Teacher Bai Qianxue, long time no see.”

“Not that long. We met last month,” Bai Qianxue said, getting up from the ground and heading to a chair. “How have you been lately?”

Online rumors about Wen Mingzhi’s engagement were everywhere. It was hard to avoid.

“Mm, I’m fine.” Zhou Tian smiled, but couldn’t hide the bitterness in her eyes.

“Looks like you’re not.”

“Teacher Bai, I’m moving out.”

Bai Qianxue was surprised. “Really? You don’t like Wen Mingzhi anymore? Or did she dump you?” Her mind raced with questions.

Each one pierced Zhou Tian’s heart like a thorn.

“Teacher Bai, seriously… isn’t it good that I’m leaving? Now you have a chance with Wen Mingzhi,” Zhou Tian teased with a sigh.

“Hey, that was a long time ago. Don’t say that! If Jin-jie hears it, I’m dead!” Bai Qianxue looked around nervously.

“Really? You and Jin-jie are a thing now?” Zhou Tian teased, finally getting the upper hand in their banter.

“Like what? No, we’re not! You’re making stuff up!” Bai Qianxue looked away.

“So it’s true?” Zhou Tian grinned.

“No… well…” Bai Qianxue mumbled, obviously not denying it.

Zhou Tian smiled and let her off the hook.

“I’m moving out today, Teacher Bai. Let’s play music together again sometime.” Zhou Tian smiled faintly.

“Sure. Come find me when you’re free.”

Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, everyone had their own path. Even Bai Qianxue, who had once loved Wen Mingzhi, had moved on.

She had, too.

“Okay, I’m off,” Zhou Tian said and turned back.

Apparently, Bai Qianxue and Jin-jie had developed some kind of relationship. There were even paparazzi reports about their closeness.

But they did match well—complementary personalities and a good fit.

Jin-jie would probably have more to worry about in the future. Bai Qianxue was difficult enough to manage at work—now she had to deal with her romantically, too.

As Zhou Tian entered, Auntie Li greeted her. “Miss Zhou, what would you like to eat today?”

“Anything’s fine. Just make your specialty,” Zhou Tian replied with a smile.

“Tiantian, are you taking this guitar?” Xia Ruo pointed to the one on the sofa.

“No… It’s not mine,” Zhou Tian said. It was prepared by Assistant Chen when she first arrived.

She never thought it would stay with her this long, but in the end, it wasn’t hers.

Zhou Tian went upstairs to pack her clothes.

Most of them had been prepared by Assistant Chen. Later, after she started making money, she bought her own outfits.

She only planned to take her personal clothes with her.

In the end, her luggage amounted to just three suitcases.

After dinner, she and Xia Ruo moved out.

Zhou Tian turned and took one last look at the villa that had once felt like home.

The breeze rustled the leaves of the camphor trees, and the lake in the distance glimmered under the setting sun. It was the same peaceful scene as when she first arrived—but her heart was no longer the same.

She closed the door gently behind her and walked toward the waiting car. Xia Ruo had already placed the suitcases in the trunk and was on the phone, dealing with something urgent from the company.

Zhou Tian stood beside the car, glancing at her reflection in the window. For the first time in a long while, she saw herself clearly—not Wen Mingzhi’s lover, not an idol manufactured under someone else’s name, but just Zhou Tian.

When the car drove off, she didn’t look back.

“…”

At Qinli Manor, Wen Mingzhi sat on the couch in the living room, the cup of green tea in her hand long since gone cold.

Fei Xing’en was still there, casually flipping through a fashion magazine while applying nail polish.

Situ Yujia sat across from her, grumbling as she scrolled through her phone.

“Mingzhi,” Fei Xing’en finally spoke, noticing her friend’s silence. “She’s really gone.”

Wen Mingzhi didn’t respond.

“She said she won’t come back again,” Fei Xing’en continued, carefully observing her face.

Still no reaction.

“Mingzhi, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Wen Mingzhi said, her voice calm and distant. She set down the teacup with a soft clink and stood up.

Situ Yujia rolled her eyes. “Tch, what’s the big deal? She’s just an A-level alpha—plenty of people would die to be in her spot.”

Fei Xing’en glanced at her. “Yujia, enough.”

“What? I’m just telling the truth.” She snorted. “I don’t get why you’re all so hung up on Zhou Tian.”

Wen Mingzhi walked over to the window, staring out at the lake. The setting sun stretched a long golden path across the surface.

She remained silent, eyes heavy with thought.

Inside, her emotions were in chaos. She had imagined Zhou Tian begging to stay, crying, unable to let go—but she hadn’t. Zhou Tian had looked her straight in the eye, said she loved her, and left without turning back.

That calm, clear expression was more cutting than any harsh words.

So, she had really decided to let go?

“…”

That night, Wen Mingzhi couldn’t sleep.

She lay on her side in the enormous bed of her master bedroom, the crisp sheets untouched on one side.

The faint scent of Zhou Tian’s pheromones seemed to linger—probably just her imagination.

She sat up, reached for the bedside drawer, and pulled it open. Inside was a small velvet box.

She stared at it for a long time before slowly opening it.

Inside lay a delicate, custom-made necklace—something she had once picked out with Zhou Tian in mind.

It had never been given.

Wen Mingzhi closed the box, her fingers tightening around it.

She didn’t realize it until now—Zhou Tian had quietly taken root in her heart.

And now, that space was empty.

“…”

At Xia Ruo’s place, Zhou Tian settled into the guest room.

It was far from the luxury of Qinli Manor or Cuiyu Villa, but it was warm and comforting. After unpacking her things, she sat on the edge of the bed, exhausted.

She pulled out her phone and saw a message from an unfamiliar number:

You made your choice. Don’t regret it. —WMZ

Zhou Tian stared at it for a long moment, then calmly deleted the message.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling.

Her chest felt heavy, but her heart was finally quiet.

She had loved Wen Mingzhi—truly.

But she had finally learned to love herself more.

“…”

Meanwhile, in the Wen family estate, the engagement plans were proceeding as scheduled.

News outlets began publishing speculation about Wen Mingzhi’s future spouse, the heir of the Lin Group—an equally powerful alpha, admired by the industry and media alike.

Reporters circled like sharks, waiting for a public appearance.

But no matter what they said, Wen Mingzhi didn’t seem happy.

She remained silent through every meeting, every fitting, every engagement dinner.

Fei Xing’en noticed and finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mingzhi, are you seriously going through with this?”

Wen Mingzhi raised her head and looked at her, expression unreadable.

Fei Xing’en frowned. “You don’t love him.”

“No,” Wen Mingzhi admitted.

“Then why?”

“…Because she left.”

Silence fell between them.

Fei Xing’en didn’t press further. She just sat beside her, quietly supportive.

Love, pride, and pain—Wen Mingzhi had built her identity on control. But this time, she had lost more than just her composure.

She had lost someone who had truly loved her.

And maybe… that realization came just a little too late.