After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: That Little Devil from the Liang Family Said She’s Going to Steal Wen Mingzhi’s Girl

“All the procedures have been completed. As of now, Miss Zhou Tian has no connection with the company anymore,” Assistant Chen reported. Or with you, she thought silently, though she dared not say it aloud.

She glanced at Wen Mingzhi. Despite the haze of white smoke, the tight crease between Wen Mingzhi’s brows was clear as day.

“Heh.” A cold, mocking laugh escaped Wen Mingzhi’s throat. It sounded the same as always—chilling and aloof—but with a faint edge of irritation and anger.

That was quick. She’s so eager to cut ties.

“What’s she doing now? Already found a new place to go?” Wen Mingzhi gave her a sideways glance, her eyes no longer calm and detached. Instead, they rippled with frustration and impatience.

“No. Miss Zhou Tian is just on vacation for now,” Assistant Chen quickly lowered her head. “But Miss Xia Ruo has been in contact with other entertainment companies, looking to sign a new deal.”

“Fine. Spread the word. No one is allowed to sign them.” Wen Mingzhi exhaled a long breath of smoke, but the irritation and anger in her chest didn’t ease. If anything, her frown deepened.

“…Understood, President Wen,” Assistant Chen replied after a pause.

She was full of questions. She regretted not staying with Wen Mingzhi that day—she must’ve missed something critical. Now, she couldn’t make sense of what exactly had happened between Wen Mingzhi and Zhou Tian.

But judging by the president’s current mood… it didn’t look good. She’d need to keep an extra close eye on Zhou Tian’s movements in the near future.

“…”

Meanwhile, on a small island in the Maldives, Zhou Tian and Wen Qingying were enjoying a photo session, chatting about angles and tips.

Suddenly, Xia Ruo shouted from the side, “AHHHH! What the hell?! We’ve been rejected by everyone! How could Wen Mingzhi do this?! We already paid the breach-of-contract fee!”

Hearing Wen Mingzhi’s name, Zhou Tian turned around. “What’s wrong, Xia-jie?”

“All our applications got rejected… Every entertainment company in City A worth mentioning won’t sign us. Rumor has it Wen Mingzhi blacklisted us,” Xia Ruo said, throwing her laptop aside in frustration.

“Huh?” Zhou Tian was stunned. “No way…”

“Yes way! Tian Tian! I didn’t think she’d be so petty!” Xia Ruo grabbed her shoulders and shook her wildly.

“Wait… Are you sure? She’s got time to worry about something so trivial?” Zhou Tian was puzzled.

“I’m sure! Tian Tian, when you broke up, are you sure you didn’t piss her off? Didn’t say anything extra?” Xia Ruo anxiously scratched the back of her head.

“No… It was peaceful. When I asked to terminate the contract, she was just drinking tea,” Zhou Tian said, utterly confused as she tried to recall the details.

“Then what is this? I thought it was a good breakup.” Xia Ruo was starting to lose it.

“What if we’re really blacklisted by Wen Mingzhi?” she said in a daze.

“…No way, Xia-jie. Wen Mingzhi’s not that kind of person,” Zhou Tian frowned. Wen Mingzhi wouldn’t bother with such petty things—she had better things to do, like landing billion-dollar deals.

Even that branch company, Qisheng Qianhua Entertainment, was just a small company she was playing around with.

“Okay, calm down. I’ll go try to get a feel for the situation.” Xia Ruo took a deep breath and pulled out her phone with a look of despair.

“It’s fine, Xia-jie. No rush. We’re on vacation—let’s just relax for now,” Zhou Tian said with a smile.

She knew Wen Mingzhi well—there was no way she’d do something like this. Zhou Tian wasn’t worried at all.

“Mhm.” Xia Ruo nodded with a mix of grief and helplessness. If no one wanted to sign them anyway, they might as well enjoy the trip.

Wen Qingying, who had been quiet, suddenly suggested, “Zhou Tian, why don’t you try livestreaming with me? It’s pretty fun—just chatting with fans.”

Zhou Tian shrugged and looked at Xia Ruo. “What do you think, Xia-jie?”

“Could work. We’ll talk about it later,” Xia Ruo sighed heavily.

“Great! Let me know if you need anything. I’m a pro at this!” Wen Qingying patted her chest proudly.

“Oh? She’s coming here too?” Wen Qingying looked at a message and gasped.

“Who?” Zhou Tian leaned in.

“My friend Liang Xirui—you’ve met her before…”

As soon as the name came up, Zhou Tian remembered.

Liang Xirui, daughter of the Liang family, an S-class Omega dabbling in the entertainment industry. “Dabbling” was generous—she was a rich heiress just playing around.

They’d met on a variety show and got along decently. Liang Xirui was a natural flirt and had even joked about stealing Zhou Tian from Wen Mingzhi, telling her she was welcome to switch sides anytime.

That was the extent of Zhou Tian’s impression.

“She’s coming too?” Xia Ruo looked surprised.

This Maldives vacation had been arranged by Liang Xirui, who somehow knew about their plans. One of her family’s islands happened to be nearby, and she offered it up for free—just a favor between acquaintances.

Though, Xia Ruo hadn’t told Zhou Tian about that yet.

“Yeah, she said she just arrived,” Wen Qingying said, shocked by how fast Liang Xirui moved.

Speak of the devil—Liang Xirui appeared before them the next moment.

“Knew I’d find you here,” she said, stepping over in ten-centimeter Louboutins, dressed in a fiery red mini dress, absolutely stunning.

She wore sunglasses and had voluminous black curls, bold red lips, and exuded a confident s3x appeal.

“Xirui, you’re fast!” Wen Qingying ran up and hugged her.

“Of course! Gotta catch up with old friends,” Liang Xirui winked at Zhou Tian.

“Heh… So you weren’t here to see me at all,” Wen Qingying joked awkwardly.

“Oh, come on! Of course I came for you!” Liang Xirui tossed her expensive designer handbag to Wen Qingying and made a beeline for Zhou Tian.

“Tian Tian! Long time no see~”

“Hello, Miss Liang. Long time no see,” Zhou Tian instinctively took a step back.

“Oh come on, don’t be so formal—it’s not like we’re strangers.” Liang Xirui playfully slung an arm over her shoulder.

“Um… Miss Liang, AO distinctions… we should keep some distance,” Zhou Tian murmured, gently prying her off and retreating to Xia Ruo’s side.

“Ugh, we’re old friends! Why so stiff?” Liang Xirui followed her with a grin.

“Having fun these days?” she asked sweetly.

“Mhm,” Zhou Tian nodded like a pecking chicken.

“Good! All the effort I put into planning this place didn’t go to waste.”

“Huh?” Zhou Tian looked at Xia Ruo in confusion.

“You didn’t know? This whole island, the hotel too—it’s mine,” Liang Xirui said casually, dropping a bomb.

“What?! This is your island? You didn’t tell me?! Are we even friends?!” Wen Qingying looked at her with puppy eyes.

“Of course we are! I just didn’t have a chance to tell you. Now you know!” Liang Xirui hugged her and gently patted her fluffy hair.

“It’s okay. Don’t be sad—we’re besties, besties!”

Zhou Tian stared at Xia Ruo, blinking her wide peach blossom eyes.

“Tian Tian, now you know,” Xia Ruo muttered in surrender, patting her on the shoulder.

“Out with the old, in with the new,” Liang Xirui said as she dramatically removed her sunglasses and plopped down beside Zhou Tian. She picked up a cocktail and said, “Same goes for love, right, Tian Tian?”

“Uh… I’m not thinking about love right now,” Zhou Tian muttered, watching her drink half her cocktail.

“No worries,” Liang Xirui smiled—charming, but with a hint of something mischievous.

“I’m here for vacation too—let’s all hang out together,” she added, her smile warm and inviting, like the island sun.

“But seriously, Wen Mingzhi has a fiancée now and just dumped you?” she asked, looking directly at Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian pressed her lips together and shrugged helplessly.

“These cold-hearted CEOs…” Liang Xirui sighed.

“It’s fine. If anything comes up, just come to me. I may not have much power, but my family sure does,” she said confidently, unashamed.

“Can I rely on you too, Miss Liang?” Wen Qingying asked playfully.

“Of course!”

“Thanks in advance then,” Xia Ruo responded appropriately.

Zhou Tian gave a faint smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, really!”

“What have you been up to lately? Just lying in the sun?” Liang Xirui asked suddenly.

“Pretty much, and playing ball on the beach, surfing…” Zhou Tian replied, hugging a fresh coconut.

“You’re so boring!” Liang Xirui scrunched her nose. “Alright, now that I’m here, I’ll take you somewhere fun!” She jumped up and started making calls.

“…”

Back in City A, Wen Mingzhi stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing outside. Her expression was heavy and clouded, unable to suppress the weight in her chest.

“President Wen, Miss Zhou Tian is still vacationing in the Maldives…”

Before Assistant Chen could finish, she was cut off.

“She’s not planning to come back?” Wen Mingzhi asked coldly.

“…” Assistant Chen fell silent.

Wen Mingzhi turned, snuffed out her cigarette on the sofa’s ashtray, and sipped her coffee.

Assistant Chen handed over a tablet—it displayed all the photos of Zhou Tian enjoying her vacation.

Drinking and laughing with others, riding around in Liang Xirui’s convertible, watching the sunrise and sunset from rooftops…

In every picture, Zhou Tian was smiling brightly.

And… she was close with the Omegas around her—arms over shoulders, warm hugs, full of joy.

Wen Mingzhi stared at the photos for a long time. One picture in particular froze her hand—Zhou Tian and Liang Xirui were riding together in a convertible, smiling at each other, eyes sparkling like they were about to kiss…

Wen Mingzhi drew in a breath, her eyes darkened. “Why is she there?”

“Liang Xirui—Miss Liang. The island Miss Zhou Tian is staying on belongs to the Liang family,” Assistant Chen explained.

“They know each other? Since when?” Wen Mingzhi’s frown deepened. She picked up her cigarette pack—empty.

She clenched it in her white, slender hand until the cardboard crumpled.

“They met on a variety show, but they’re not close,” Assistant Chen reported.

Liang Xirui—youngest daughter of the Liang family, an Omega pampered by her entire clan. She did whatever she wanted and was famously reckless in City A’s elite circle.

Wen Mingzhi suddenly recalled a joke she once heard: “That little devil from the Liang family said she’s going to steal your girl.”

She had laughed it off then—just a brat. Surely someone would put her in her place.

But now… Liang Xirui actually had her sights on Zhou Tian?

“How old is she?”

“Miss Liang? She’s 23 this year.”

Wen Mingzhi’s hand tightened. They’re almost the same age.

The tablet still displayed the photo of Zhou Tian and Liang Xirui. Wen Mingzhi stood and lit another cigarette at her desk. White smoke curled upward, but her frown only deepened.

“They haven’t contacted you?” she asked hoarsely, then coughed.

“No…”

“Not even anyone else?”

“No.”

“Heh…” Wen Mingzhi scoffed, cold and mocking.

She really had moved on.

She had hoped Zhou Tian would come back to her—even just to argue or beg. That would’ve been fine.

But instead, she had turned around and thrown herself into someone else’s arms.

So clean. So decisive. Not a trace of hesitation.

“…”

After the initial shock wore off, Zhou Tian was still staring at the phone in her hand, lips slightly parted, unable to come back to her senses.

She really… blew up?

She wasn’t dreaming?

Summer Ruo was already excitedly circling the room, chattering non-stop, “The reposts are exploding! We’re on the trending charts! The comments are all saying your voice is healing, the lyrics are soul-soothing, and the melody makes people cry then laugh! Someone even said your song cured their breakup depression!”

Zhou Tian sat up straight at last, still in disbelief. “…You’re not joking?”

“Would I joke about this? I’ve been working in this industry for years—this is a miracle!” Summer Ruo shouted, eyes brimming with excitement.

Zhou Tian scrolled through the comment section, her fingers trembling slightly. The screen was filled with messages of praise, encouragement, and even gratitude. Someone had written:
“This song saved me. I was at my lowest, but hearing ‘Sunshine Island’ gave me the strength to live another day.”

Zhou Tian’s heart trembled slightly.

She never imagined that something she wrote during a haze of melancholy and sunshine would touch so many people.

“It’s not just the music apps,” Summer Ruo added as she leaned in closer, “Douyin, Weibo, Xiaohongshu—they’re all going crazy. You’re everywhere! Everyone’s asking: Who is this Zhou Tian?”

“…What do we do now?” Zhou Tian muttered blankly.

“What do you mean what do we do? Of course we seize this opportunity!” Summer Ruo shook her by the shoulders. “We prepare for a proper launch! A professionally produced MV! We start planning interviews, livestreams, maybe a new EP—”

Before she could finish, the door was pushed open.

Liang Xirui strolled in, wearing a light silk robe, and behind her, a staff member was pushing in a cart—on it was breakfast, juice, and a small bouquet of flowers.

“Good morning, superstar,” she said, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. “I heard someone in this room became famous overnight?”

Zhou Tian looked up and blinked at her.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Liang Xirui chuckled. “You’re the top trending topic in the country right now. Even my brother called and asked if we were friends.”

“…Your brother?”

“Yeah. Liang Lianjun,” she said with a grin. “The future head of the Liang family, very nosy, incredibly bored. He said, ‘That Zhou Tian from your island? Not bad. Ask her if she’s interested in joining our company.’”

Summer Ruo was already frowning, instinctively raising her guard. “We haven’t signed with anyone yet.”

“Relax, I’m not here to poach,” Liang Xirui waved her hand. “Though I am proud. Look at my instincts. Didn’t I say Zhou Tian had potential? She’s got talent and looks.”

Zhou Tian stood up at last, still stunned by the whirlwind of change, and awkwardly accepted the bouquet of flowers from the staff.

“Thanks…” she said softly.

Liang Xirui leaned closer and winked, her voice low and teasing, “So… is it true you’re not going back to Wen Mingzhi anymore?”

Zhou Tian hesitated.

She thought about the silence, the distance, the unspoken things between them… and the photos Wen Mingzhi had probably seen by now.

“I don’t know,” she said, after a pause. “Maybe it’s better this way.”

Liang Xirui gave a small “tsk” sound and tilted her head. “That woman… tsk. Arrogant to the bone. I’m still serious, by the way—if she doesn’t want you, I’ll take you.”

“…Can you not say such things so early in the morning?” Zhou Tian covered her face, utterly speechless.

Summer Ruo dragged a hand down her own face and muttered under her breath, “This little devil is really not giving up…”

Liang Xirui burst into laughter and casually plopped onto the edge of the bed, sipping her juice. “Relax, just kidding~ or am I?”

Zhou Tian looked up and met her eyes, but didn’t speak.

Because at this moment, she wasn’t thinking about Liang Xirui’s teasing, nor the sudden fame, nor the charts.

She was thinking about the woman who hadn’t called, hadn’t messaged, hadn’t even said a word.

Even when she saw the song titled Sunshine Island, she must’ve known what it meant.

But she still chose silence.

Zhou Tian lowered her head and gently pressed her fingers against her heart.

It didn’t hurt, not really.

But something was missing—like a thread had been snipped, and the kite she once held had flown out of reach.

Maybe this was growing up.

Maybe it was just… letting go.

She looked up and smiled gently.

“Summer Jie, I want to prepare a proper acoustic version. No studio effects, just me and my guitar.”

Summer Ruo was taken aback, then nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll need to write a few more songs too,” she added. “If I’m going to do this, I want to do it my way.”

Liang Xirui lifted her glass in mock salute. “That’s the spirit.”

Zhou Tian took a deep breath.

The sun outside was dazzling. Waves lapped gently at the shore. Her song was spreading through the country, playing on thousands—maybe millions—of devices.

And she?

She was right here.

On her island. Under her sun.

At least for now.