After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Permanent Mark / Cleansing Mark, Cancel the Bond?

Wen Mingzhi collapsed to the floor, her hands weakly supporting her on the sofa. Her chest heaved violently, each breath scorching hot, as if it could burn someone.

Her face was flushed red, eyes dazed in pain and weakness as she looked toward the doorway. Then, glancing down at her hands, she saw her palms were bleeding from where her nails had dug in. Her fair skin was also scratched by shards of glass—her hands were covered in wounds.

The gland on the back of her neck was swollen and burning. The heat spreading through her body felt like it was about to explode.

Her eyes were bloodshot, thick lashes drooping. Her reddened lips parted as she exhaled, each breath hot and heavy. She looked like she could faint at any moment.

“…”

In the hallway, Zhou Tian was startled by the commotion coming from Room 312. When she turned, she saw Assistant Chen.

“Miss Zhou Tian, you’re here too,” Assistant Chen said, recognizing her.

“Mm.” Zhou Tian’s eyes flashed with suspicion, but she didn’t ask. She turned and kept walking.

“Miss Zhou Tian, let’s go together,” Assistant Chen said, seizing the chance.

“Huh? No need.” Zhou Tian paused for a moment, then insisted on leaving and went into the room next door.

Assistant Chen immediately knocked on Room 312. “President Wen?”

There was no response, and the door wouldn’t open. Assistant Chen instantly sensed something was wrong. She called the bodyguards over, and they broke the door down.

The moment the door opened, a strong wave of violet pheromones wafted out. The scent made them frown, hesitant to enter.

Inside, Wen Mingzhi sat on the floor in a sorry state. Lü Ningyue was forcefully restraining one of her hands while wrapping the other around her waist, pressing toward Wen Mingzhi’s gland.

But Wen Mingzhi was tightly covering her gland, refusing to let her near.

When Lü Ningyue heard movement at the door, she knew something was wrong. She wanted to permanently mark Wen Mingzhi, to make her her property, a plaything to summon like a dog.

But even in such a state, Wen Mingzhi refused, resisting with her last ounce of strength.

“President Wen!” Assistant Chen was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward and yanked Lü Ningyue away, throwing her aside.

“Grab her!” she ordered the bodyguards.

“What are you doing!? Let me go!” Lü Ningyue struggled. She was so close—just one step away!

“Assistant Chen, what are you doing!? President Wen told me to give her the antidote. Why are you barging in like this!?” Lü Ningyue shouted, flipping the story.

“Miss Lü Ningyue, do you remember what I warned you before?” Assistant Chen said coldly. She motioned to the bodyguards. “Restrain her.”

She then helped Wen Mingzhi to the sofa and gave her the antidote.

“President Wen, this antidote might not be perfect. We may still need Dr. Guan to come,” she explained softly.

“Alright.” Wen Mingzhi nodded weakly, taking a large gulp of the spring water Assistant Chen had prepared.

Her bloodshot phoenix eyes lifted, glaring coldly at the restrained Lü Ningyue, a dark glint flashing in them.

“Don’t let her escape. Drag her out,” she said hoarsely, slumping against the sofa, completely exhausted.

There was a decadent, disheveled beauty to her at that moment.

“Yes, President Wen.” Assistant Chen quickly gestured for the bodyguards to take Lü Ningyue away.

“President Wen, Miss Zhou Tian is in the room next door,” Assistant Chen reminded her. For someone desperately wanting to reconcile, this could be a golden opportunity. But Zhou Tian might not come.

“Hmm?” Wen Mingzhi rubbed her forehead and brushed aside her damp bangs. Her hair, slightly wet from sweat and water, clung to her skin, appearing both sleek and messy. Pushing it back only emphasized her sharp features and cool demeanor.

Her face remained flushed, her body burning, her reason dulled by the heat. She had no energy to think about anything else.

Her mind was like a fogged-over mirror, lost in confusion no matter how she struggled.

“Forget it. Handle it yourself,” Wen Mingzhi muttered, taking another gulp of spring water.

“Understood, President Wen.” With that, Assistant Chen left the room.

Outside, she turned and knocked on the next room’s door.

Zhou Tian thought someone had come to deliver clothes and opened it.

“Miss Zhou Tian, could you help for a moment?” Assistant Chen asked.

“What is it?” Zhou Tian frowned.

“President Wen’s in some trouble. Could you watch her for a bit? I have something urgent to take care of.” She nodded toward Lü Ningyue, still restrained.

“Let me go, Assistant Chen!” Lü Ningyue shouted, eyes red. She turned to Zhou Tian and screamed, “Zhou Tian, help me! I didn’t do anything!”

Zhou Tian glanced over, frowning.

“President Wen is injured. Please help me watch over her for a moment. I’ll be right back,” Assistant Chen pleaded.

“Miss Zhou Tian, President Wen has always treated you well. Please, just help her this once,” she added when Zhou Tian hesitated.

“Fei Xing’en and Xu Baiqiu are downstairs. Go get them instead,” Zhou Tian said stubbornly.

“…Alright. I’ll call them now. But could you please watch over President Wen until they arrive?” Assistant Chen pressed.

Zhou Tian looked conflicted.

Seeing her waver, Assistant Chen quickly pulled her into Room 312 and locked the door behind them.

“Miss Zhou Tian, thank you. Miss Fei Xing’en will be here soon—please watch her just for now.”

“Assistant Chen…!” Zhou Tian banged on the door and tried the locks, but nothing opened.

The footsteps faded. Zhou Tian turned around.

The scent of violet pheromones filled the room, wrapping around her like a net.

Zhou Tian frowned deeply. She regretted opening that door.

Wen Mingzhi looked terrible—her face flushed, water droplets on her skin, her white shirt soaked and hanging open. Her lips were red and slightly parted as she weakly, hazily stared at her.

She immediately guessed what happened—Lü Ningyue’s doing. She actually dared to assault Wen Mingzhi? She must have a death wish.

Zhou Tian had known Wen Mingzhi for a long time. She knew her personality well. When Wen Mingzhi lost her temper, even Zhou Tian was a bit scared.

And the people who had crossed Wen Mingzhi? They had all vanished from the scene. Zhou Tian didn’t pay attention to specifics, but she’d heard whispers.

Her old agency went bankrupt. That Director Li Aoyun who had targeted them? She ended up in jail for a long, long list of crimes. Word was she might never get out.

Just as she was wondering about Lü Ningyue’s inevitable fate, Wen Mingzhi’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Tian Tian, why are you here?” Wen Mingzhi weakly adjusted her hair and straightened her clothes, though it didn’t help much.

“I didn’t want to come. Assistant Chen asked me to watch you,” Zhou Tian replied coldly, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa—furthest away.

“Thank you, Tian Tian.” Wen Mingzhi forced a smile. The antidote helped a little, but her body was still burning.

But something confused her—Lü Ningyue’s pheromones made her feel sick, like she wanted to escape. Even though her body craved an alpha’s mark.

But Zhou Tian’s soft sakura scent? It was calming. Comforting. She wanted more.

“Tian Tian… it hurts,” Wen Mingzhi whimpered, looking pitiful.

Combined with her pitiful appearance, Zhou Tian’s brow twitched. She looked seriously unwell.

Still, there was no way she’d offer herself as the antidote. She leaned further away.

“What hurts?” she asked coldly.

“My hand…” Wen Mingzhi showed her hand.

It was covered in deep cuts, shards of glass still embedded. It looked painful.

Zhou Tian swallowed. Since she was already here, she might as well help.

“Tian Tian, the first-aid kit is over there.”

Zhou Tian spotted it on the couch. She fetched it and took out disinfectant, then walked back toward her.

She sat beside Wen Mingzhi and sprayed alcohol on the wounds.

“Hiss… Tian Tian, it stings…” Wen Mingzhi whimpered, brow furrowed.

“Good. It should,” Zhou Tian said coldly. She used alcohol on purpose—to wake her up and prevent any funny business.

“Tian Tian…” Wen Mingzhi murmured, aggrieved.

Zhou Tian didn’t look up once. Wen Mingzhi’s messy, seductive appearance was dangerous—like a succubus. Combined with the overwhelming violet scent, she didn’t dare make eye contact.

Especially this close—every breath filled her lungs with Wen Mingzhi’s scent, stirring something dangerous within her.

Zhou Tian focused hard, carefully removing the glass shards and disinfecting the wounds.

The damage was bad. Zhou Tian didn’t even want to think how it had happened.

After finishing, she gulped down a cup of water from the table.

But the water had been drugged.

Wen Mingzhi stared at her, stunned. “You…”

“What?” Zhou Tian replied while bandaging her.

Wen Mingzhi held her tongue, licking her lips and slumping deeper into the sofa.

“Tian Tian…” she called gently. The faint sakura scent floating off Zhou Tian stirred the unrest in her body again.

“Mm?” Zhou Tian responded absently and looked up.

A pair of watery peach blossom eyes stared at her, dazed and innocent. Wen Mingzhi’s lips curled into a faint, intoxicating smile.

Zhou Tian licked her lips. Why did it suddenly feel hot?

She drained the rest of the water without thinking.

Wen Mingzhi’s foxlike eyes sparkled.

There was no more antidote here.

It would be a long wait for Dr. Guan.

“…Strange,” Zhou Tian muttered, shaking her head. She was starting to feel woozy.

Wen Mingzhi’s pheromones surged into her body, stirring old memories and desires.

Something’s wrong, Zhou Tian realized. She flinched at the heat of Wen Mingzhi’s skin.

It felt… really good to touch.

She was horrified by the thought.

She dropped the bandages and instinctively backed away.

“You finish the rest yourself,” Zhou Tian said and tried to stand.

“Tian Tian… how can I do it myself?” Wen Mingzhi said weakly, sounding absolutely pitiful.

Zhou Tian froze, stunned by the tenderness of that voice. Was she going insane?

She tried to flee—but before she could, Wen Mingzhi grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

Zhou Tian looked at her in shock, seeing a sly, satisfied glint in her eyes.

That’s when she realized—Wen Mingzhi had been faking it!

“Tian Tian…”

Wen Mingzhi wrapped her arms around her, trapping her.

“Wen Mingzhi, you tricked me!” Zhou Tian struggled, but ended up even more entangled.

Her body told her to stay. Wen Mingzhi’s flushed face, slightly parted lips… Zhou Tian’s gaze drifted toward those lips.

And then, she kissed her.

The room filled with sakura and violet, a blend so sweet it melted sanity.

Wen Mingzhi smiled, eyes curving as she responded to the kiss, their tongues entwining, bodies igniting once more…

“…”

Downstairs, the crowd of elites mingled and drank, chatting and scheming.

And upstairs, Room 312 was drowning in heat and lust.

Clothes were tossed, kisses branded into skin, glands pressed and bitten again and again.

One mark, then another.

No end in sight.

“…”

When Zhou Tian finally awoke the next morning, sore and aching all over, the face before her made her mentally scream: “I’m doomed!”

How did this happen!?

She had permanently marked Wen Mingzhi.

Her pupils shrank. She shut her eyes again, hoping it was all a dream.

But when she opened them, Wen Mingzhi’s stunning face was still there, smiling sweetly.

“Tian Tian, you’re awake?”

Zhou Tian gulped nervously. Then a sudden thought struck her—she blurted, “Wen Mingzhi, did you drug me!?”

She wrapped the blanket around herself and backed away.

“Tian Tian… don’t you remember? You kissed me first…” Wen Mingzhi looked aggrieved.

“….” Zhou Tian remembered. She couldn’t deny it.

“No, no, something’s fishy. I’d never do that unless you drugged me! It was that water, wasn’t it!?”

Wen Mingzhi looked away, her voice low. “It was Lü Ningyue… She drugged the water. You drank it so suddenly, I couldn’t stop you…”

“…Then…” Zhou Tian frowned. This might not have been Wen Mingzhi’s fault.

“That damned Lü Ningyue,” she muttered under her breath.

“I tried to stop you last night, but… you wouldn’t let go. You clung to me and even…” Wen Mingzhi whispered the rest.

“Stop! I get it! I’m sorry, okay?” Zhou Tian’s face flushed in embarrassment.

Wen Mingzhi looked up at her with a rare vulnerability in her eyes. Her voice was soft and cautious, as though afraid of scaring her off.

“Tian Tian… I know you hate me. But if you really want to… we can remove the bond.”

Zhou Tian froze.

Remove the bond?

Permanent marks were notoriously difficult to break. Doing so required a special gland-cleansing surgery—painful, dangerous, and with a high risk of permanent damage. Not to mention, both parties had to be fully willing.

“Why would you say that?” Zhou Tian asked coldly, her heart tightening a little.

“You’re obviously unhappy,” Wen Mingzhi whispered. “And I don’t want to force you.”

“…You didn’t force me,” Zhou Tian muttered.

Even if the beginning had been blurry, in the end, she’d wanted it too.

Wen Mingzhi’s eyes lit up with cautious hope.

Zhou Tian averted her gaze.

The silence stretched between them, tension heavy in the air. Finally, Zhou Tian sighed, pulled the blanket tighter around herself, and said, “Get dressed first. I’m going home.”

“…Okay.” Wen Mingzhi obediently slid off the bed and began gathering her clothes.

Zhou Tian sat on the edge of the bed, massaging her sore waist, scowling.

Wen Mingzhi noticed and stepped over. “Still hurts?”

“…You think?”

Wen Mingzhi looked down, a guilty expression surfacing. “I’ll go get you some ointment.”

Zhou Tian stopped her. “Forget it. Let me leave before anyone sees me.”

“I already told Assistant Chen not to let anyone up. No one will know,” Wen Mingzhi said softly.

Zhou Tian narrowed her eyes. “You planned this.”

Wen Mingzhi blinked innocently. “No, I just… wanted you to stay.”

“…” Zhou Tian wanted to be angry, but couldn’t quite find the strength. She took a deep breath. “Wen Mingzhi, we can’t just pretend everything’s fine after this.”

“I know,” Wen Mingzhi said, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind Zhou Tian’s ear.

Zhou Tian stiffened, but didn’t pull away.

“I’ll earn your trust back, Tian Tian. No matter how long it takes.”

“…Don’t call me that.”

“But I want to.”

“Wen Mingzhi!”

“Okay, okay.” Wen Mingzhi smiled. “Miss Zhou Tian.”

“…” Zhou Tian got up, took a few steps, then turned back. “Just… don’t tell anyone what happened.”

Wen Mingzhi nodded. “I won’t. Unless you want me to.”

Zhou Tian snorted, opened the door, and paused.

“About that… gland-cleansing thing,” she said without looking back, “don’t mention it again.”

Then she left, leaving Wen Mingzhi standing there, eyes wide, lips slowly curving into a radiant smile.

Outside the hotel, Zhou Tian leaned against a pillar, looking up at the sky, her cheeks flushed pink from the summer sun—or perhaps something else entirely.

She muttered under her breath, “I’m definitely doomed…”