After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: What kind of love triangle from hell is this!?

“You?” Wen Mingzhi’s voice was cold, tinged with disbelief.

“Yup! Come on, haven’t I dated plenty of girlfriends before? When it comes to pursuing Alphas, I’ve got loads of experience!” Fei Xing’en boasted shamelessly.

Xu Baiqiu, standing beside her, glanced at her a few times, looking like she wanted to say something but eventually just let her continue.

Wen Mingzhi slowly nodded, as if slightly convinced, but there was still suspicion in her eyes when she looked at Fei Xing’en.

“Alright, let’s start with the basics. Do you think Zhou Tian likes you?” Fei Xing’en asked, then quickly paused to think, “Scratch that, skip this question—she definitely likes you.”

“Then, do you like Zhou Tian? Or is your relationship with her just a simple contract?”

Wen Mingzhi gave it some thought before lowering her eyes and softly replying, “Zhou Tian doesn’t like me anymore.” Her voice was light, like a sigh.

“That’s impossible! She’s crazy about you! She’s always trying to get close to you!” Fei Xing’en immediately retorted.

Xu Baiqiu chimed in, “Yeah, she’s constantly trying to win you over.”

Wen Mingzhi took a deep breath and looked down in silence. Their words felt like sharp blades stabbing straight into her heart.

So everyone knew Zhou Tian liked her?

But that was all in the past…

“Mingzhi? Do you like her?” Fei Xing’en pressed on relentlessly.

“I think I do,” Wen Mingzhi replied after some hesitation.

Zhou Tian’s pure and lively appearance wasn’t exactly what most Alphas looked like—tall and handsome—but she was still very charming. Her voice was lovely, she could sing beautifully, her personality was warm and energetic—very likable…

It was the first time Wen Mingzhi had seriously thought about it, and she realized just how many things about Zhou Tian she found attractive.

“What do you mean ‘think you do’? That’s so vague. Either you like her or you don’t!” Fei Xing’en rolled her eyes.

“I like her,” Wen Mingzhi answered firmly, looking straight at her.

“OK, now we’re talking. Since it’s mutual, there’s no problem at all! It’s simple,” Fei Xing’en said breezily with a wave of her hand.

Xu Baiqiu nodded in agreement.

“Who are you? The Wen Mingzhi of Qisheng in A City, the mighty legend! Chasing an Alpha should be a piece of cake for you!” Fei Xing’en slammed her hand on the table.

Then she immediately regretted it, hissing in pain from the impact.

“But she doesn’t like me anymore,” Wen Mingzhi cut in, her long lashes casting a shadow over her eyes, which shimmered with sorrow and gloom.

Fei Xing’en and Xu Baiqiu exchanged looks.

“So what? You’ve got power and influence. Just give Zhou Tian whatever she needs, shower her with care and love, and you’ll win her back!” Fei Xing’en said confidently.

“Mingzhi, this isn’t like you. When did you become so indecisive?” Xu Baiqiu said coolly.

“Yeah…” Wen Mingzhi sighed deeply.

“How about this? I’ll send Zhou Tian a message,” Fei Xing’en said, pulling out her phone.

She immediately sent a voice message: “Zhou Tian, Mingzhi said she likes you!”

Fei Xing’en moved so quickly that Wen Mingzhi didn’t even have a chance to stop her.

Wen Mingzhi looked up, staring at her phone with a tight swallow.

But no reply came. Fei Xing’en frowned, “Weird. She’s ignoring me.”

“You have her contact info?” Wen Mingzhi looked surprised.

“Of course. We all do,” Fei Xing’en blinked innocently.

“…” Wen Mingzhi licked her lips and lowered her eyes, hiding the complex emotions swirling within them.

So she was the only one without Zhou Tian’s contact info.

After a moment of silence, Wen Mingzhi asked, “Any reply yet?” Her eyes lifted slightly, holding a flicker of hope.

“Nope.” Fei Xing’en checked her phone again.

“…Are you sure this’ll work?” Wen Mingzhi was skeptical.

“Just trust me.” Fei Xing’en patted her chest confidently.

At this point, Wen Mingzhi could only try and hope for the best.

“Zhou Tian dumped you because of your fiancée, right?” Xu Baiqiu suddenly asked.

Wen Mingzhi nodded, then shook her head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fei Xing’en looked frustrated. “Is it or isn’t it?”

“Not entirely.”

“…” Both Fei Xing’en and Xu Baiqiu were speechless.

“Alright then, if it’s because of the engagement, just explain it to her. It’s just a business marriage, not a real relationship. Zhou Tian should understand,” Xu Baiqiu said casually.

In their eyes, arranged marriages were nothing but business deals—no emotions involved. Everyone had girlfriends on the side; it was completely normal.

“It’s not that simple…” Wen Mingzhi frowned. If it were, things wouldn’t be this difficult.

“Alright, alright,” Fei Xing’en nodded rapidly. “Just follow my advice. Pursuing someone means acting like it—say some sweet things, got it?”

Wen Mingzhi nodded, half-understanding.

“…”

That evening, Wen Mingzhi sat in her third-floor bedroom at Emerald Court. Her phone buzzed, but it was just messages from Fei Xing’en—tons of flirty tips and cheesy pick-up lines.

She opened one and closed it instantly—way too over-the-top.

After a moment’s hesitation, she opened her chat with Zhou Tian. The big red exclamation mark was glaringly obvious. She frowned, took a deep breath, and sent a friend request.

But in the very next second, a notification popped up: “The recipient is not accepting your messages.”

Zhou Tian had blocked her!

The excitement and anticipation in her heart were instantly crushed by those harsh words. Wen Mingzhi’s pale fingers hovered mid-air, trembling slightly.

Was she really that heartless? Did she want no contact at all?

Wen Mingzhi took a deep, shaky breath, like a heavy weight pressing on her chest, suffocating her. She stared at the message, eyes reddening, holding back the storm of emotions.

But those feelings were bubbling up, drowning her reason. In a moment of desperation, she called Zhou Tian. As expected—blocked.

She threw her phone onto the couch, face drained of color.

“…”

With Xia Ruo’s guidance, Zhou Tian had been keeping herself busy—so busy she didn’t have time to think about anything else. Xia Ruo even hired an assistant for her named Xiao Liu.

During this period, she’d been on various shows and even ran into Wen Qingying and Bai Qianxue, but hadn’t seen Lü Ningyue again—maybe Xia Ruo had arranged that on purpose.

But surprisingly, during a music competition taping, she saw Liang Xirui.

“Tian Tian! Long time no see!” Liang Xirui grinned brightly and ran over.

“Xirui, long time no see,” Zhou Tian greeted her in surprise.

It had been over a month since they last met. Time had flown!

“I knew you’d be here,” Liang Xirui said with a cheeky smile.

“Huh? What are you doing here?”

“It’s a music show! I signed up just for fun. I thought I might run into you,” she winked.

“…Weren’t you grounded?”

“That was ages ago! You want me to be grounded forever?” Liang Xirui lifted her chin playfully.

“Of course not. What a coincidence,” Zhou Tian smiled.

“Well, let me tell you something juicy—I saw Wen Mingzhi at a dinner party a few days ago, and guess what? She and Lü Ningyue were holding hands, looking all lovey-dovey. I bet those rumors online are true,” Liang Xirui said exaggeratedly.

Zhou Tian nodded faintly, a brief flicker of emotion flashing through her eyes before she returned to her usual gentle smile.

“No idea. Doesn’t concern me anymore.”

“That’s right, Tian Tian. It’s better this way. Those big-shot heiresses are all bad news—greedy, disloyal, total playgirls,” Liang Xirui said, fully trashing Wen Mingzhi.

Zhou Tian chuckled and nodded. It was kind of funny to hear someone talk about Wen Mingzhi like this.

“By the way, wasn’t Lü Ningyue your friend?”

“She used to be.”

“No worries. She doesn’t deserve to be your friend. You’ve got me and Wen Qingying,” Liang Xirui said, throwing her arm around Zhou Tian’s shoulders.

“Mmhm…” Zhou Tian shifted slightly, putting some space between them.

“Hey, Xirui, AO boundaries, okay? Last time I got close to Qingying, we ended up on trending. I really don’t want more rumors,” Zhou Tian said, placing a pillow between them.

“What’s there to be afraid of? People are just being dramatic. But if you don’t want it, I’ll pull it down from the hot list.”

“…No, no, it’s fine.” Zhou Tian quickly waved her hands.

“Actually, I heard there’s another show coming up that wants me and Qingying to pair up again.”

“Oh? What kind of show?”

“It’s pretty fun,” Zhou Tian replied casually.

Liang Xirui nodded thoughtfully. She’d been keeping up with Zhou Tian’s shows, but there were just too many. In the end, she only watched video highlights online.

“Why does it feel like you and Wen Qingying have gotten closer lately? Aren’t we all friends? Am I being left out?” Liang Xirui said, pretending to be hurt.

“There’s no such thing! We just happened to work together, and you were stuck at home. How could we find you?” Zhou Tian explained quickly. “We’re all good friends, no one’s being excluded…”

“Alright, alright. I’m free now, so let’s hang out more!” Liang Xirui beamed.

Seeing her puppy-dog eyes, Zhou Tian couldn’t say no, even though she was swamped. She just nodded.

“Tian Tian, what song are you singing later? ‘Sunshine Island’?”

“Yeah.” She’d been singing that song for almost a month—at every show. She was getting tired of it.

Definitely time to write some new songs.

“Once I’m done performing, I’m heading to another event.”

“Me too! What a coincidence. Let’s go together?” Liang Xirui widened her eyes in mock surprise.

She had long memorized Zhou Tian’s schedule and planned to tag along for events. It was totally normal in their industry.

“Sure,” Zhou Tian agreed without thinking.

“…”

After their performances, they got dressed and rushed to the brand event.

Zhou Tian wore a milk-white fishtail gown—elegant, sweet, and graceful, her figure ethereal as she walked. Liang Xirui, on the other hand, dazzled in a crimson custom gown—bold, vibrant, and eye-catching.

They walked the red carpet arm-in-arm—white and red, different styles, yet beautifully complementary. They looked stunning together.

As they appeared before the crowd, countless cameras snapped wildly, with the official account even livestreaming.

Wen Mingzhi stepped out of a sleek black car in a casual suit. When she saw the two women ahead, her steps faltered.

She’d researched Zhou Tian’s schedule—this was the only event she could attend. But she didn’t expect this scene.

Zhou Tian walking the red carpet with another Omega, laughing and radiant, publicly close. And that Omega—Liang Xirui.

Not long ago, Wen Mingzhi had seen clips online of Zhou Tian laughing with Wen Qingying too, looking utterly joyful.

A sharp pain pricked at her chest, like a thousand needles. She felt suffocated.

“President Wen?” her date, Lü Ningyue, whispered.

“Let’s go,” Wen Mingzhi said coldly, her sharp jawline tense, her phoenix eyes stern and severe.

The icy pressure around her made Lü Ningyue too scared to speak. They walked in together.

As they passed, Lü Ningyue finally realized.

Zhou Tian, seated and laughing with Liang Xirui—not just friendly, but close.

And she recognized Liang Xirui—the pampered heiress of the Liang family. Though she had little talent, she was spoiled and feared.

First Wen Mingzhi, now Liang Xirui? Zhou Tian really knew how to climb.

Lü Ningyue’s smile twitched for a second, but with cameras everywhere, she forced herself to smile again.

Zhou Tian, of course, noticed Wen Mingzhi and Lü Ningyue walking in. She glanced once, then looked away, laughing with Liang Xirui as if they didn’t exist.

But Wen Mingzhi walked straight over and sat across from them.

Every artist and staff member present held their breath. The whole room froze. Those deep in the industry all knew how messy this web of rumors had become.

Now the core players were face-to-face.

And Wen Mingzhi brought Lü Ningyue over to confront Zhou Tian?

What kind of hellish love triangle was this!?

No one dared to sit too close to them. The table around them was eerily quiet, with gossip only being whispered from afar.

“What’s going on?” Lü Ningyue said jokingly, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

Wen Mingzhi turned around abruptly, her face flushed with suppressed anger. She stared hard at Lü Ningyue and forced a brittle smile. “You tell me, what’s going on?”

Lü Ningyue raised her eyebrows slightly, clearly unfazed. She looked at Zhou Tian, who had just stuffed her hands into her coat pockets and was quietly turning to leave.

Liang Xirui reached out and gently tugged on Wen Mingzhi’s sleeve. “Mingzhi, don’t make a scene.”

Wen Mingzhi flung her arm away. “You think I’m making a scene? If you hadn’t meddled back then, would she even hate me so much?”

Liang Xirui’s expression turned stiff. “I didn’t meddle. I simply didn’t lie for you.”

Wen Mingzhi sneered, “Right. So righteous of you.”

Zhou Tian had already reached the stairs when she heard Wen Mingzhi’s voice rise again behind her.

“You think you’re so noble now? You think I was wrong back then? If I hadn’t—if I hadn’t pushed her out first, do you think she would’ve made it out alive?”

The hallway fell into stunned silence.

Even Lü Ningyue, always ready with a biting comment, was momentarily speechless.

Zhou Tian’s footsteps paused.

She slowly turned back, her expression cold and unreadable. “What did you say?”

Wen Mingzhi froze.

Liang Xirui’s face went pale. “You promised never to bring that up.”

But the words were already out. There was no taking them back.

Zhou Tian walked back toward them, each step slow and deliberate.

She stopped in front of Wen Mingzhi. “Repeat it. You said you pushed me?”

Wen Mingzhi looked cornered, her mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.

Lü Ningyue narrowed her eyes and looked between them. “Wait—what are you two talking about? What happened?”

No one answered.

Zhou Tian stared at Wen Mingzhi for a long moment, then gave a short, dry laugh.

“So that’s it,” she said quietly, then turned and left without another word.

Wen Mingzhi’s legs gave out slightly, and she grabbed the railing for support.

Liang Xirui was trembling. She took a step toward Wen Mingzhi, but then stopped herself.

Lü Ningyue was still watching them both, her tone now sharp. “What the hell happened back then?”

Neither answered.