After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Erasing the Mark?

After hearing Zhou Tian’s answer, Wen Mingzhi slightly raised her brows, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint, triumphant smile.

Looks like her Tian Tian really does fall for this move.

Zhou Tian’s face wrinkled in worry. Something felt off.

“…President Wen… Wait, let’s think about this carefully first.” She hesitated, voicing her concern.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wen Mingzhi’s smile vanished. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her expression instantly turning cold.

“Tian Tian, what is there to think about?” Wen Mingzhi’s sharp, phoenix eyes lifted to meet hers, full of an icy chill.

Like the gleam of a blade reflecting the light, the pressure of her gaze was suffocating—like a knife pressed to Zhou Tian’s throat, making her breath catch.

“President Wen… it’s my fault.” Zhou Tian frowned and apologized, her expression earnest and serious.

Just like her words, her attitude was firm and unwavering.

Just like in the past, when she had said she wanted to terminate their contract and cut all ties, she had left without looking back.

She had always been so decisive, stubborn, and cold-hearted.

Even now, after being permanently marked, her heart remained untouched and unmoved.

For a brief moment, a dark storm surged within Wen Mingzhi’s chest. Her narrowed eyes studied Zhou Tian’s face closely, not missing a single trace of emotion.

“But…” Zhou Tian cursed Lü Ningyue inwardly. How did things end up like this?!

“Let’s get up and wash up first.” After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Tian swallowed and snuck a glance at Wen Mingzhi.

At that moment, the blanket that had wrapped Wen Mingzhi had slipped down, revealing a large swath of fair skin. Her neck, collarbones, and chest were covered in red kiss marks—an utterly shocking sight.

Zhou Tian’s face instantly flushed. She quickly turned away, looking for her clothes.

Seeing this, Wen Mingzhi’s lips curved slightly. “Tian Tian, you were so rough last night… it really hurts.”

Zhou Tian licked her lips awkwardly. “Sorry.”

The room was filled with a thick blend of violet and cherry blossom pheromones, floating with the air and reminding her constantly of what had happened the night before.

Zhou Tian clutched the blanket tightly and slipped out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

This VIP lounge had everything.

Zhou Tian put on a bathrobe and stood before the sink. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wasn’t much better off. Her collarbone, exposed above the robe, was also speckled with red marks.

She frowned, adjusted her robe, and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm down.

“This is a total disaster,” she muttered, the thought repeating like a mantra in her mind.

She stayed in the bathroom for quite a while before finally emerging, carrying another robe for Wen Mingzhi.

But in the room, Wen Mingzhi had already changed into a beige sweatshirt and black sweatpants. She stood poised in front of the sofa, smiling brightly.

Standing beside her was Assistant Chen.

Zhou Tian shot Chen a fierce glare—it was all her fault.

“Tian Tian, your clothes.” Wen Mingzhi gestured to a set of clothes on the sofa.

It was identical to what she was wearing—matching outfits. Zhou Tian grabbed the clothes and went back into the bathroom to change.

When she came out, dressed in the same couple’s outfit, Wen Mingzhi’s lips curved with satisfaction.

“Tian Tian, let’s go.” Wen Mingzhi held out her hand.

Zhou Tian paused, unmoving. “Go where?” she asked coldly.

“Home,” Wen Mingzhi said with a soft smile, withdrawing her hand when Zhou Tian didn’t respond.

“Fine. Send me back to Sunshine Happiness Community.”

Wen Mingzhi’s smile faded for a moment. “Can’t you come home with me?” she asked, her tone still light but laced with a chilling edge.

“Why?” Zhou Tian frowned.

“Didn’t you say you’d take responsibility?” Wen Mingzhi’s smile disappeared. Her phoenix eyes flared coldly, staring straight at her.

Zhou Tian thought for a moment. For ordinary Omegas, a permanent mark was a big deal—but for Wen Mingzhi? That was another story. She was Wen Mingzhi, after all.

If Wen Mingzhi were truly anxious, she wouldn’t still be here playing games.

“Let’s think about it for two days,” Zhou Tian replied, frowning and avoiding her intense gaze.

Wen Mingzhi’s lips drooped immediately, her brows furrowing, a sullen air clouding her face.

After a moment, she gave a cold laugh. “Fine. Two days, then.”

Two days. She could wait. Zhou Tian wasn’t going to escape her grasp anyway.

Zhou Tian nodded and walked out, deliberately keeping her distance from Wen Mingzhi.

So Wen Mingzhi drove her back to Sunshine Happiness Community.

“Tian Tian, are you okay?” Xia Ruo had heard some news from Wen Qingying and the others and was worried.

“I’m fine, Sister Xia. It’s not like Wen Mingzhi’s going to eat me alive.” Zhou Tian tossed her light green evening gown onto the sofa.

“How is she still tangling with you?” Xia Ruo said with clear disapproval.

“Sister Xia…” Zhou Tian scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “I got permanently marked by Wen Mingzhi.”

She dropped the bombshell, leaving Xia Ruo speechless, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Wait—Zhou Tian, you… you still like President Wen? How did this happen…?”

Zhou Tian had no choice but to explain everything from start to finish.

“Sister Xia, what should I do now?” Zhou Tian sighed deeply, clearly frustrated.

“How would I know?!” Xia Ruo was stunned. “You were finally free of her, and now this…?”

“By the way, where’s Lü Ningyue?” Xia Ruo suddenly asked.

“No idea. Probably not doing too well,” Zhou Tian said thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Lü Ningyue and Wen Mingzhi were both at Jade Garden Phase III.

Wen Mingzhi sat on the sofa, leisurely steeping red tea.

She wore a pale purple tracksuit, her long black hair half-wet and trailing over her chest, droplets of water still clinging to the ends.

Kneeling before her was Lü Ningyue, held down by bodyguards. Her mouth was gagged with a rag, and she was still wearing her disheveled gown from the night before.

“Xiao Chen,” Wen Mingzhi said without even lifting her head as she poured herself a cup of tea.

Assistant Chen immediately stepped forward, adding a dose of aphrodisiac powder into the tea, then forced it down Lü Ningyue’s throat. The scalding tea made her thrash and moan, but she was held tightly in place.

Her mouth was gagged again, and she writhed in agony on the floor, overwhelmed by pain and humiliation.

The drug took effect quickly, and Lü Ningyue was filled with bitter regret. She should’ve marked Wen Mingzhi permanently long ago. Now she’d handed her over to Zhou Tian…

She glared viciously at everyone in the room, her eyes bloodshot with hatred. These people—she would not forgive them.

Pheromones began to fill the air, but Wen Mingzhi, now permanently marked, couldn’t sense them at all.

She calmly poured more tea, her tone light as air: “Remove her gland.”

“Yes, President Wen.” Assistant Chen dragged her away.

That was the price of daring to touch President Wen—or even covet her. Chen felt a cold sweat; if she had been a step late that night, they all might’ve been doomed. Lü Ningyue was lucky to still be alive.

Wen Mingzhi stared at the tea leaves floating in her cup and couldn’t help but think of Zhou Tian.

Now that they were permanently marked, she wouldn’t be able to sense anyone else’s pheromones.

Her eyes flickered with complicated thoughts, brows furrowed.

“…”

In the days that followed, Zhou Tian was restless at home. She even turned down all offers and canceled her upcoming schedule.

Whether because of Wen Mingzhi’s gesture at the celebration, or for some other reason, major producers and directors had been lining up to offer her roles.

But feeling unworthy, Zhou Tian declined them all. She wasn’t ready to act yet.

She publicly announced that she was taking time to compose music.

However, as she sat with her guitar, her thoughts drifted far away—until her phone rang, pulling her back to reality.

Wen Qingying: What happened? Lü Ningyue’s been exposed and blacklisted. All her promo posts are being deleted!

Liang Xirui: Isn’t that normal?

Zhou Tian: Probably Wen Mingzhi’s doing.

Wen Qingying: Yeah, the Qisheng official account erased all traces of her. Why did President Wen suddenly go so hard on her?

Zhou Tian turned off her phone, not wanting to explain.

Wen Qingying: Tian Tian, tell us the inside scoop!

Liang Xirui: That Lü Ningyue must’ve deserved it. By the way, where were you the night of the event? My assistant said she didn’t see you.

Zhou Tian glanced at the messages.

Zhou Tian: In the third-floor VIP lounge. We probably just missed each other.

As the questions piled up, Zhou Tian didn’t know how to answer.

She had been permanently marked by Wen Mingzhi, and she still had no clue how to process it.

Even Xia Ruo was at a loss. Either undergo surgery to erase the mark or accept being with Wen Mingzhi. But either way felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Tian felt the same. But who was Wen Mingzhi? She lacked nothing—she could do anything. If she truly wanted to erase the mark, she could easily get top doctors to do it.

But instead, she was waiting, pressuring Zhou Tian to come back to her.

Still… Wen Mingzhi remained that same aloof and high-ranking woman. She only ever reached for what she desired—nothing more.

Zhou Tian groaned and scratched her head in frustration.

“…”

“Situ, do you like me?” Wen Mingzhi asked suddenly.

The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing. Situ Yujia’s expression stiffened.

“I…” She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak for a moment, then stiffly said, “Of course I like you. We’ve been friends for years.”

Wen Mingzhi’s gaze turned sharp as a knife. “Is that the kind of ‘like’ that makes you want to ruin someone else’s career?”

Situ Yujia bit her lip. “I just didn’t want to see you get deceived by someone who’s not good enough for you.”

Wen Mingzhi slowly leaned back in her seat, fingers lightly tapping on the rim of her tea cup. Her tone grew colder. “So in your eyes, she’s beneath me?”

“No,” Situ Yujia hurried to explain, “I just think you deserve someone better. Someone more… suitable.”

“Like you?” Wen Mingzhi raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable.

Situ Yujia was speechless.

“You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Neither you nor anyone else.” Wen Mingzhi’s voice was quiet but powerful. “You thought ruining her reputation would make me hate her? You’ve never understood me at all.”

“Di—didn’t you two break up already?” Situ Yujia’s voice trembled slightly.

“We’re permanently marked,” Wen Mingzhi said coldly, each word like a sharp blade.

Silence fell over the room.

“Marked?” Situ Yujia’s face drained of color. “You—you let her do a permanent mark on you?!”

“That’s right.” Wen Mingzhi stood up, her imposing presence filling the room. “So I’ll say this one last time. Don’t touch her again. If you do… I won’t show mercy.”

Situ Yujia’s face paled further, her lips trembling. “Mingzhi, I—”

“Leave,” Wen Mingzhi cut her off, her voice like frost.

Situ Yujia’s mouth opened and closed again, but in the end, she turned and left in silence, her heels echoing loudly down the corridor.

Once she was gone, the room quieted. Only the faint sound of tea cooling in porcelain cups remained.

Slumping back on the couch, Wen Mingzhi pressed her fingers to her temple. “She really thinks I’d throw away someone like Tian Tian for someone like her…”

Chen Tezhu silently handed her a new cup of tea. “Wen Zong, do you want me to make arrangements to clear up the online mess completely?”

“No,” Wen Mingzhi said after a pause. “I’ve already scared her enough. Just make sure no one else dares to jump in.”

“Yes, understood.”

Wen Mingzhi’s thoughts drifted again.

Tian Tian…

She looked down at her hand—empty, no warmth.

The person she marked wasn’t by her side.

Even after a permanent mark, that person was still so stubborn.

She sighed, her gaze dark and conflicted. She wanted to force her back, but she didn’t want to push too hard.

After all, she loved her. Truly.

Meanwhile, back at Sunshine Happiness Community, Zhou Tian sat cross-legged on the carpet, typing on her phone. The internet storm hadn’t calmed down, but there were signs that someone had started handling it behind the scenes—black posts being taken down, hashtags mysteriously disappearing.

She narrowed her eyes.

Wen Mingzhi really was serious this time.

“Even if she didn’t say it, she’s already proving it with actions,” Zhou Tian murmured to herself.

She looked at her screen, and for a brief moment, her reflection caught in the black glass—eyes complicated, full of hesitation.

To erase the mark… or not.

Her fingers hovered over the contact list, stopping at one familiar name.

In the end, she locked her phone, hugged her knees, and buried her face.

“I don’t know what to do anymore…”