After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Will Zhou Tian Misunderstand Something? / The Red Exclamation Mark

Zhou Tian stood frozen in place, stunned. Bai Qianxue raised an eyebrow and asked, “What? Do you want to go over and say hi to her?”

“…” Zhou Tian retracted her gaze. “No need.”

Then, she followed Bai Qianxue into the music room.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring villa, Lü Ningyue had already left in a nanny car, while Wen Mingzhi sat leisurely inside, sipping red tea.

She was quite pleased with Lü Ningyue’s response just now.

Assistant Chen glanced at her phone and immediately frowned. What kind of mess is this now?

She spoke nervously, “President Wen… Miss Zhou Tian has arrived at Cuiyu Garden. She saw Miss Lü Ningyue.” Her report was concise and clear.

“She’s here? Why?” Wen Mingzhi’s brows furrowed slightly. Was Zhou Tian here to see her?

“Bai Qianxue invited her over, and she just happened to see Miss Lü Ningyue,” Assistant Chen emphasized again.

“Hmm…” After a long pause, Wen Mingzhi finally reacted. “She saw Lü Ningyue?”

Her brows creased.

“You think she might have misunderstood something?” Wen Mingzhi asked, unconsciously reaching for the cigarette box on the coffee table.

“…She probably did.” Assistant Chen replied cautiously, trying to sound tactful.

Wen Mingzhi lit a cigarette and irritably brushed her bangs aside.

Then she turned to look straight at Assistant Chen. “So what should I do?”

Assistant Chen’s eyes widened in panic, her gaze darting around. How would she know what to do in this kind of situation?

“Maybe… explain it to Miss Zhou Tian?” she suggested hesitantly.

Wen Mingzhi considered this seriously. “Are you sure?” she shot a cold glance.

Assistant Chen shook her head.

“What was her reaction?” Wen Mingzhi suddenly asked.

Assistant Chen was dazed for a moment before realizing what she meant. “Not really sure…” She pulled out a blurry photo and placed it in front of Wen Mingzhi.

Wen Mingzhi pressed her lips into a tight line. From the photo, it was impossible to make out Zhou Tian’s expression.

Her brows furrowed deeper, and her sharp phoenix eyes brimmed with irritation.

“Get a new bodyguard who knows how to take photos,” she said, leaning back and exhaling smoke like a sigh.

“Understood.” After a pause, Assistant Chen added, “It looked like Miss Zhou Tian cared a lot. She was looking this way.”

Wen Mingzhi tucked her hair behind her ear and let out another puff of white smoke. Her expression eased slightly under the haze.

“Is that so?” Before Assistant Chen could answer, Wen Mingzhi sat up straight, picked up her phone, and made a decisive move.

She immediately opened the green chat bubble and sent Zhou Tian a message.

A glaring red exclamation mark popped up on her screen.

Wen Mingzhi instinctively gripped the phone tightly, then hurled it onto the coffee table with force.

The artist-designed table by Hanken shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

“Xiao Chen, you talk to her,” she said coldly, with a trace of fury in her voice.

Zhou Tian actually deleted her.

She actually deleted her. Just like that!!

“Send her a message,” Wen Mingzhi added, her face even gloomier.

“…Okay, President Wen.” Though confused, Assistant Chen followed the order.

She sent a sticker as a test, but the screen immediately popped up with a red exclamation mark. Suddenly, she understood something.

“President Wen, Miss Zhou Tian deleted me too.”

“Call her,” Wen Mingzhi snapped, her narrowed eyes laced with restlessness and anger.

Zhou Tian had not only deleted them — she’d blacklisted them. She clearly didn’t want anything to do with them anymore.

Wen Mingzhi’s faint joy was instantly crushed like a violent snowstorm swallowing her whole.

And no one could pull her out. She was powerful, proud, sitting high in the clouds — she wouldn’t lower her head to an Alpha.

Assistant Chen tried calling Zhou Tian, but the call didn’t go through.

“President Wen, her number’s blocked us too,” she said helplessly, looking at the cold, elegant Wen Mingzhi seated on the sofa.

Wen Mingzhi kept smoking. Her phoenix eyes seemed filled with smoke, unfocused and heavy with thought.

“Then find a way to contact her,” she said coldly after a moment.

In the villa next door, Zhou Tian sat on a couch in the music room, distractedly sipping juice. Music filled the space as the senior musicians began jamming, improvising melodies with their instruments.

The room alternated between sorrowful love songs and fiery metal rock. Styles shifted rapidly.

But Zhou Tian couldn’t shift her mood. She was confused.

Just a while ago, Lü Ningyue had explained that her collaboration with Wen Mingzhi was a valuable opportunity, and she couldn’t pass it up.

Zhou Tian said she understood — it was just work, after all.

So when gossip flooded the internet about Lü Ningyue and Wen Mingzhi’s rumored relationship, she ignored it.

But today, she saw her — walking out of Wen Mingzhi’s house.

Everything suddenly felt ridiculous. She had believed Lü Ningyue’s words so easily…

“Still thinking about Wen Mingzhi?” Bai Qianxue asked, sitting next to her after finishing a tune on the electric keyboard.

“No,” Zhou Tian shook her head absentmindedly. “I’m thinking about Lü Ningyue.”

“Her? Didn’t I already tell you? It’s typical behavior. She sucks up to the powerful and steps on the weak — aren’t you aware?” Bai Qianxue sighed.

Zhou Tian said nothing, her juice frozen midair.

After finishing Our Home, she had felt a slight rift in her heart. But she still believed in their sincere friendship. Lü Ningyue, as a regular cast member, had to leave a good impression — that she understood.

“I really hate people like that,” Bai Qianxue said firmly, with no filter or euphemism.

“Next time you make friends, keep your eyes open, little sister.” She patted Zhou Tian’s shoulder and walked back to the stage.

“But it’s an experience,” she added, her voice drifting in the air.

There had been signs all along, hadn’t there? Zhou Tian lowered her eyes in thought.

They hadn’t contacted each other in a long time. The usually lively Lü Ningyue no longer shared updates. She never told her about the collaboration in advance either, just said she was busy. Too busy, really?

She just hadn’t wanted to say it.

Lü Ningyue was her first industry friend. They’d been through so much. Zhou Tian thought they had something real…

But in the end, it meant nothing.

She took a long sip of juice, looking up at the seniors playing instruments on stage — immersed in their passion, glowing.

She couldn’t help but smile. The gloom in her expression began to fade. She stood, picked up a guitar, and joined the jam session…

Later, they took a few group photos together.

“Not bad, you’ve got some skills on the guitar,” one of the senior sound engineers praised.

“Of course! I recommended her — she had to have some talent,” Bai Qianxue said proudly.

“Thank you, teachers.” Zhou Tian beamed. Being praised by such respected seniors showed she’d improved musically.

“She’s good. And you write lyrics too, right? I know someone looking for a lyricist. Want to give it a try?” another senior asked.

“Yes! Thank you so much, I’ll give it my all!” Zhou Tian replied joyfully.

They all exchanged contact info, hoping to collaborate in the future.

Back in the other villa, Assistant Chen hesitated. “President Wen, Miss Zhou Tian is just next door… Should we go talk to her directly…?”

But Wen Mingzhi rejected the idea immediately.

She deleted her!

And just when they were debating sending someone over, Zhou Tian had already left.

Zhou Tian returned home and told Xia Ruo everything.

“Knew something was off,” Xia Ruo huffed. “Clinging to Wen Mingzhi like that… and you still treated her as a friend…”

Seeing Zhou Tian so downcast, she sighed and didn’t say more.

“That’s it then. No more friendship,” Zhou Tian said.

She opened their trio chat and quietly exited the group.

Soon, she received a message from Wen Qingying.

Zhou Tian, what happened? Why did you leave the group?

Something happened between me and Lü Ningyue… It’s hard to explain. Don’t worry. You and her can stay friends.

…Alright. Let’s talk more when we meet.

Zhou Tian then logged into her main account and unfollowed Lü Ningyue.

She posted photos of the music jam, tagging the senior musicians.
Let’s jam again sometime! ❤️❤️❤️ Everyone’s so talented!

The pros she tagged weren’t well-known to the general public, but within the industry, the post’s weight was obvious. People started commenting in droves.

The post’s popularity skyrocketed.

Bai Qianxue’s post hit #22 on the trending chart.

Zhou Tian glanced through it. The hate comments were still there.

Ugh, royals always get all the resources.
Can’t sing, no skills, just marketing hype.
Why is she still in showbiz? I’m tired of seeing her!

She didn’t care anymore. She was used to the daily roasting, the relentless gossip.

She exited the app and idly scrolled through short videos. Most of them were using her song Sunshine Island as the BGM.

Meanwhile, Xia Ruo’s phone rang. She stepped outside to take the call.

“Assistant Chen, stop messaging me. It’s so annoying.” Xia Ruo picked up immediately.

“I just wanted to say something—”

“Fine, go on.”

“President Wen has been living at Cuiyu Garden recently. Miss Lü Ningyue was only there for a business discussion about an endorsement. Miss Zhou Tian happened to see them. We hope she doesn’t misunderstand.”

“Whether it’s business or personal — it has nothing to do with Zhou Tian anymore. Please don’t contact us again,” Xia Ruo said coldly.

Assistant Chen glanced at Wen Mingzhi but dared not speak.

“Oh, is President Wen there? Put her on.”

Chen turned on speakerphone and offered the phone, but Wen Mingzhi didn’t take it.

“President Wen, Zhou Tian has nothing to do with you anymore. Whether you’re with Lü Ningyue or some Li Ningyue or Wang Ningyue — it doesn’t matter. There’s no need to explain.”

“To be blunt — can you stop bothering Zhou Tian? What’s the point of pretending to care now? You never cherished her before.”

“She sang you to sleep despite her sore throat; rushed back from another city during your heat cycle; cheered you up when you were down… She always put you first. Did you ever think about her? Did you even know how painful her susceptible period was?”

“She still gets mocked for relying on a sugar mommy, faces constant judgment, and endured insults from your friends — did you ever care?”

The outburst echoed through the room, righteous and furious.

Wen Mingzhi’s frown deepened. Her long hair fell over her face, hiding her expression.

“Don’t come looking for us again. Let us start over in peace.” Xia Ruo said quietly — and ended the call.

Recently, Wen Mingzhi had sent many good resources their way, clearly trying to make amends — but…

This life now was better. No need to go back.

Today, Assistant Chen and others from Qisheng sent tons of messages — all at Wen Mingzhi’s request, no doubt.

But after such a firm rejection, she’d probably give up now.

Let the bridge be the bridge, and the road be the road.

Xia Ruo let out a long breath.

Zhou Tian, about to use the bathroom, overheard everything. Her eyes reddened, and she quietly returned to her room.

Meanwhile, Cuiyu Garden Phase 3 was dead silent. Stiflingly heavy.

Assistant Chen hid in the corner like she was invisible.

Wen Mingzhi sat on the sofa — the once pristine tea table now covered in spilled wine and shattered glass.

She had ditched the tea and brought out her most expensive red wine from the cabinet.

Her long hair was a mess, falling over her face as she smoked endlessly. The ashtray was full of butts.

She downed wine glass after wine glass, but the frustration in her chest only grew heavier.

She messaged her friends for a night out and went to change clothes.

That night, they met at a high-end bar’s VIP suite.

The private room was luxurious and golden, the center table packed with premium liquor — even some brought privately. Dim lights gave a dreamy glow, warm but not harsh.

Wen Mingzhi leaned against the sofa, smoking idly.

“Busy lately, Mingzhi? You look a little haggard,” said Situ Yujia beside her.

Wen Mingzhi didn’t respond, just smoked. She wore a black midi dress with a perfect silhouette, mostly hidden beneath a white blazer that made her look classy and elegant. When she lifted her phoenix eyes, they carried a cold allure.

“I heard she has no new projects lately,” someone chimed in.

“Yeah, just tons of gossip. Maybe she’s been cozying up to her new little fling?” another teased.

“Why collaborate with that Alpha? She’s not even good enough,” Fei Xing’en frowned.

“Right? Zhou Tian would be a better choice,” Xu Baiqiu agreed.

“…” Wen Mingzhi glanced at them, her eyes dark like a bottomless abyss.

“There are so many Alphas out there. Why hang on to that one?” Situ Yujia said lightly.

“You look down. Mingzhi, are you alright?” Fei Xing’en asked, moving closer.

But Wen Mingzhi didn’t respond. She just drank, glass after glass.

Everyone grew curious.

“Mingzhi, what’s going on? Something’s off. Why all the drinking?”

“Yeah, got something on your mind?”

“Problems at work?”

Wen Mingzhi ignored them.

Sitting there only made her think of Zhou Tian — their first meeting, in this very bar.

That shy, careful Alpha with sparkling peach blossom eyes… It was all still so vivid.

Thinking about that day only made her mood darker.

She exhaled sharply and looked around. “Not drinking anymore. I’m leaving.”

“Mingzhi? You just got here!”

“Did she just sigh?” Fei Xing’en muttered.

“Is it about her fiancée?” Xu Baiqiu guessed.

“No idea. Haven’t seen anything about her fiancée. It’s all about that ‘Yue’ girl lately,” Situ Yujia added.

“Whatever, let’s keep partying!” Fei Xing’en raised her glass.

—

Assistant Chen saw Wen Mingzhi storm out of the bar shortly after. Her expression was even worse than before.

“President Wen.” She opened the car door respectfully.

“Back to Qinli Manor,” Wen Mingzhi ordered.

But even at home, her longing didn’t fade.

Memories of Zhou Tian haunted her — making tea, watching movies, calling her to meals, singing to her at night, talking for hours…

She sighed and got out of bed.

Night had fully fallen. Clouds covered the moon. The sky was pitch-black.

Wen Mingzhi sat on the balcony under the awning, drinking red wine in the wind, as if trying to blow away her sorrow.

From the high balcony, she could see the whole estate. Across the river, distant lights flickered.

She watched the light fade to black… then slowly rise again, dot by dot, until the sky turned pale.

—

She didn’t know when she finally went to bed. When she woke, it was past 1 PM — woken by the maid.

“President Wen?” Assistant Chen called several times. She stared blankly at the breakfast table.

“Xiao Chen, book an appointment with Dr. Guan.” Wen Mingzhi rubbed her forehead. She felt hot. Her violet pheromones were leaking.

She’d taken her suppressant, but…

Dr. Guan confirmed it — she was in heat, and the suppressant had worn off due to a fever.

After an IV, she stopped by the office.

Unexpectedly, she found Fei Xing’en and Xu Baiqiu already there.

“You two again?” Wen Mingzhi frowned and sat on the sofa.

“We messaged you. You didn’t reply,” Fei Xing’en complained.

“You guys really have nothing to do, huh?” Wen Mingzhi poured herself some spring water.

“Of course. I’ve been idle all my life,” Fei Xing’en shrugged.

“Same. My restaurant doesn’t need me washing dishes,” Xu Baiqiu smiled.

“It’s already 3:16 PM, Mingzhi. Why so late?” Fei Xing’en asked after checking the time.

“Even workaholics slack off sometimes,” Xu Baiqiu added.

“Had a cold,” Wen Mingzhi said simply.

“No wonder. You look pale,” Fei Xing’en observed.

Her pale skin had lost color. Her eyes were dull, bruised underneath, with visible red veins. She looked tired and spiritless.

“You were off last night too. What’s going on? Missing your fiancée in S City?” Xu Baiqiu teased.

“…No,” Wen Mingzhi replied flatly without looking up.

“Then it’s because of our Zhou Tian, right?” Fei Xing’en grinned. “Right?”

Wen Mingzhi slowly looked up and sighed.

“Knew it! Nothing escapes my eye,” Fei Xing’en declared smugly.

Xu Baiqiu smiled knowingly. One option off the list meant it had to be the other.

“Rumor has it Zhou Tian dumped you? Didn’t think that’d happen to you, Mingzhi,” Fei Xing’en teased again, dancing on her sore spot.

Assistant Chen shrank further into the corner. Miss Fei, please, enough already…

Wen Mingzhi’s eyes grew colder and more irritated.

“Tch, relax. You’ve still got me — I’ll help you figure it out!” Fei Xing’en thumped her chest confidently.