After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Tian Tian, Where Are You Planning To Go?

Wen Mingzhi had originally intended to take Zhou Tian to the Qinli Manor. There, without her permission, Zhou Tian would never be able to escape her grasp.

But—

Speeding down the road in her sports car, the wind rushing in through the open window helped clear her mind a little.

In the end, she brought Zhou Tian back to Emerald Jade Villa Phase Three—the villa Zhou Tian had lived in for a year or two.

The black sports car came to a stop in the courtyard. Wen Mingzhi had already gotten out of the car, but Zhou Tian remained in her seat, unmoving.

Wen Mingzhi turned her head to look at Zhou Tian, the corners of her lips lifting into a faint smile. Her features were soft.

But Zhou Tian stubbornly turned her head away, staring out the window, refusing to even glance at her.

Wen Mingzhi licked her lips. The taste of bl00d slowly spread across her tongue, and her gaze darkened. The smile on her lips deepened.

Then, she slowly leaned closer.

Zhou Tian shifted away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Yet she still didn’t look at her. Reflected faintly in the car window was that familiar face—clear-cut jawline, sharp like a blade, cold and stern. Yet what clashed with that was the faint smile on her lips and the gentle expression in her eyes.

It was completely unlike her usual aloof expression. There was something unsettlingly fake about it.

Zhou Tian glanced at her, then quickly looked away again, shrinking further into the corner, trying to hide.

Click—the seatbelt around Zhou Tian unbuckled.

“Tian Tian, get out of the car,” Wen Mingzhi said softly, her voice gentle and slow, tinged with a trace of indulgence.

Zhou Tian pressed her lips together. The heat of Wen Mingzhi’s breath spilled over her neck, making her shiver involuntarily. That burning sensation clung to her skin, leaving an itchy trail that spread through her bloodstream, rendering her defenseless.

She shrank back further into the corner.

Then Wen Mingzhi finally leaned back.

The oppressive presence faded, but Zhou Tian’s brows furrowed even more tightly. She straightened and looked down at her tied wrists.

The scarf binding her hands was a mix of light yellow and soft pink, decorated with a dull floral pattern. It was vintage and luxurious, the silky material catching the light with a faint sheen. It was clearly expensive—but it had been used by Wen Mingzhi as rope, to tie up someone as “insignificant” as her.

Zhou Tian glanced coldly at the tight knot around her wrists, then turned to look back out the window.

This place again. No matter how far she tried to go, she always seemed to circle back here—this villa that once imprisoned her, the golden cage Wen Mingzhi built for her little canary.

Seeing her like this, Wen Mingzhi’s eyes reddened. She got out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door for Zhou Tian.

She stood in front of Zhou Tian, the corners of her lips lifting gently. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes tilted downward slightly, soft with what seemed like affection—but that forced smile looked as if it could crumble at any second.

That false smile was something she had to drag out of herself.

Zhou Tian met her gaze. That expression—it was familiar. She had worn that exact look before, forcing a smile just to please Wen Mingzhi.

Who would’ve thought that one day, Wen Mingzhi—the queen on her throne, high above everyone else—would wear that expression too?

Her proud and noble figure was now slightly bowed, bending low to look at her with humility. Her wavy hair fell naturally around her face as she tucked a strand behind her ear. In her eyes, red with fatigue, was an unreadable mix of emotions.

Zhou Tian turned away coldly, staring straight ahead.

“Tian Tian, get out of the car,” Wen Mingzhi coaxed softly.

Zhou Tian remained seated, head turned, avoiding her gaze and ignoring her completely.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her brows knit in frustration and irritation.

Wen Mingzhi was still standing at the door, watching Zhou Tian’s stubborn and cold demeanor.

The smile on her lips vanished completely. Her mouth tightened, her brows furrowed.

Then she slammed the car door shut and got back into the driver’s seat.

Bang! The door closed with a loud crash.

“Do you really hate me that much?” Wen Mingzhi’s gentle facade vanished without a trace.

Her brows were tightly knit as she stared coldly at Zhou Tian, who turned her head away again, avoiding her gaze.

A fire ignited in her chest. Wen Mingzhi swallowed hard. Then she reached out and grabbed Zhou Tian’s chin.

Her hands cupped Zhou Tian’s face gently—but in reality, she was forcing her to look at her.

Zhou Tian refused to meet her gaze, but Wen Mingzhi was determined to make her look.

But what she was met with was that same stubborn, defiant face.

Zhou Tian’s brows were furrowed tightly in annoyance. The once-gentle peach blossom eyes that used to gaze at her were now glaring, full of anger, as if they could pierce through her.

“Tian Tian, be good,” Wen Mingzhi said with a soft smile, masking her dark emotions. Her tone was sweet, with a touch of affection—but her cool voice gave her words a threatening undertone.

Zhou Tian looked down, avoiding her gaze.

Wen Mingzhi’s hot palm caressed her cheek gently—it tickled, burning against her skin, making her want to pull away. But she couldn’t move. Her head was held firmly in place.

Just like her current situation—no way to escape.

Zhou Tian slowly looked up.

Her eyes met Wen Mingzhi’s reddened ones, and reflected in them, she saw her own face. Zhou Tian unconsciously licked her lips.

“Let me go first,” she said with a frown.

“Okay.” Wen Mingzhi smiled faintly, then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

The sudden soft kiss caught Zhou Tian off guard. The moist warmth made her brows furrow.

Then Wen Mingzhi lowered her head and carefully untied the scarf around her wrists. When she looked up, she gave her a gentle smile.

“Tian Tian, your wrists are all red,” Wen Mingzhi said softly, massaging the marks the scarf had left on her fair skin.

The red impressions stood out starkly. Wen Mingzhi frowned and continued to rub them gently.

Zhou Tian yanked her hand back and turned to look out the window, then quickly opened the door and got out of the car, hurrying toward the gate—only to be blocked by bodyguards standing guard.

With no other choice, she turned and gave Wen Mingzhi a fierce glare before heading into the house.

Wen Mingzhi stood behind her, watching her with a calm smile, completely composed, as if she was certain Zhou Tian wouldn’t be able to leave.

Zhou Tian found her attitude even more frustrating.

What exactly did Wen Mingzhi want!?

Wen Mingzhi followed her into the house and walked beside her.

Zhou Tian threw herself onto the couch and glared at Wen Mingzhi. “I’m hungry.”

She hadn’t eaten anything all night—just got dragged here. Thinking about it, she wanted to curse her out.

And the one responsible for all this had the nerve to smile so softly. Zhou Tian would rather she go back to being her cold, expressionless self.

With that infuriatingly gentle smile on her face, Wen Mingzhi seemed even more annoying—so self-assured and relaxed, as if she was certain she would get what she wanted.

That might be true, but Zhou Tian refused to accept it.

If Wen Mingzhi wanted it, she probably could keep her locked up here forever. Zhou Tian thought about it and frowned deeply. Wen Mingzhi did have the power and resources.

Things were spiraling out of control… They should have had nothing to do with each other by now.

Zhou Tian truly regretted it. Why did she agree to that dinner with Wen Mingzhi?

But it was too late now—everything had escalated far too quickly.

“All right,” Wen Mingzhi said calmly. Auntie Li immediately began preparing dinner.

“Tian Tian,” Wen Mingzhi said, sitting beside her.

Just then, she remembered to check her phone—over ten missed calls. She quickly returned one of them.

Zhou Tian, rubbing her sore wrists, glanced over.

“Zhou Tian’s with me. Let her eat first,” Wen Mingzhi said casually.

“Mingzhi, how are we supposed to eat like this?” Xu Baiqiu said with a helpless laugh.

“Wen Mingzhi! Where is our Zhou Tian!?” Xia Ruo shouted.

As soon as she heard Xia Ruo’s voice, Zhou Tian’s eyes lit up. “Xia-jie, I’m here!” she shouted back immediately.

Wen Mingzhi switched the phone to speaker and placed it on the coffee table.

Zhou Tian gave her a glare, then changed her tone, saying gently, “Xia-jie, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“…Okay,” Xia Ruo said after a moment of hesitation.

“Wen Mingzhi, if you dare do anything to our Zhou Tian, you—”

“Xia-jie, I’m really fine, don’t worry!” Zhou Tian quickly cut her off, trying to reassure her.

“Okay. Call me if anything happens,” Xia Ruo said with concern.

“Mm-hmm, I will.” Zhou Tian nodded.

Then Wen Mingzhi hung up the phone.

Zhou Tian immediately scooted further away from her.

While she was on the phone, Wen Mingzhi had somehow edged closer, leaning against her.

When Zhou Tian moved away, Wen Mingzhi frowned.

“Tian Tian, come here.” She patted the space beside her.

Zhou Tian didn’t even lift her head, pretending she didn’t hear.

Wen Mingzhi’s lips pressed together. Then she smiled. “Tian Tian, be good. If you still want to leave here early…”

Her voice was gentle, but the words were filled with threat. The atmosphere suddenly turned cold and suffocating.

Zhou Tian frowned and looked at her in disbelief, gritting her teeth. “Wen. Ming. Zhi.”

But she still obediently sat beside her.

“Good girl.” Wen Mingzhi reached out and patted her fluffy hair.

Zhou Tian lowered her head. Now that she was close, she could clearly smell that faint violet fragrance of Wen Mingzhi’s pheromones.

Her heat must be coming.

Zhou Tian sat in silence, her brows tightly furrowed.

“When will you let me go?” she asked quietly.

“…”

“Tian Tian, where are you planning to go?”

That voice rang out quietly behind her, calm but with an unmistakable weight—like a hand reaching out from the darkness, catching her ankle just as she was about to leap away.

Startled, Zhou Tian stiffened, not daring to turn around.

Footsteps followed. Graceful, deliberate, unhurried.

Wen Mingzhi stood behind her, barefoot and dressed in a loose nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression unreadable in the flood of garden lights.

The door behind her slowly creaked shut.

“Running away in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye?” Wen Mingzhi asked softly, as if gently teasing.

Zhou Tian clenched her jaw, trying to hide the panic that was threatening to surge.

She didn’t speak. She knew—she had always known—Wen Mingzhi had the power to block every exit, both physically and emotionally.

“Was I really that unbearable to you?” Wen Mingzhi’s voice was calm, but there was a quiver beneath it, like wind brushing against the surface of still water.

Still, Zhou Tian stayed silent.

Wen Mingzhi slowly stepped closer, and Zhou Tian instinctively took a step back—only to find herself cornered by the iron gate behind her.

There was no way out.

“Don’t be afraid,” Wen Mingzhi murmured. “I won’t hurt you.”

Her tone was so gentle, as though afraid a single wrong note would scare Zhou Tian into disappearing again.

Zhou Tian raised her eyes, finally meeting her gaze. Under the golden light, Wen Mingzhi’s eyes were bloodshot and tired, but within them glimmered something tender, almost desperate.

“You said you wanted to leave,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “but you never said goodbye properly.”

Zhou Tian lowered her head and whispered, “Because I knew you wouldn’t let me go.”

A long silence fell between them.

Then Wen Mingzhi said, “You’re right. I didn’t want to let you go.”

Her voice cracked slightly as she continued, “I just didn’t know… you’d hate me this much.”

Zhou Tian said nothing, her fingers slowly tightening into fists.

“But I won’t stop you this time,” Wen Mingzhi said suddenly, and Zhou Tian’s eyes snapped up.

Wen Mingzhi stepped aside. “The gate’s open. Go if you want to.”

Zhou Tian was stunned.

She stood there for several seconds, her body frozen in hesitation.

Go?

She looked past the iron gate into the quiet night beyond.

Freedom lay just a few steps away.

But why… why weren’t her feet moving?

Behind her, Wen Mingzhi had already turned around, slowly walking back into the house, not waiting for a response.

As the gate remained open, Zhou Tian’s heart pounded violently. The heavy night wind brushed past her cheeks, carrying the lingering scent of violet pheromones.

She bit her lip and took one step forward.

Then another.

And then she stopped.

The porch light turned off.

The garden dimmed.

Everything plunged back into silence.

And yet—her steps still did not continue forward.

She turned around slowly.

The house stood behind her in stillness. The curtains on the second floor swayed faintly in the wind, and Wen Mingzhi was nowhere in sight.

Zhou Tian’s heart twisted painfully.

Wasn’t this what she had always wanted?

Freedom.

Distance.

A life without Wen Mingzhi.

But why did it feel so empty?

She looked down at her hand—the one that had been held so tightly earlier. The warmth still lingered.

Zhou Tian stood there for a long time. Then finally, she slowly walked back into the house, silently closing the iron gate behind her.

She crept back inside, carefully climbing the stairs.

As she passed the living room, she saw Wen Mingzhi sitting on the couch alone in the dark, head resting against the backrest, her face pale and eyes closed—but with a single tear trailing down her cheek.

Zhou Tian paused.

Then, without a word, she turned and returned to her room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Outside, the wind rustled the trees, whispering secrets that neither of them dared to say aloud.

And just like that, the long night continued.