After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 42

Chapter 42:  Pulling Up Her Pants and Denying Everything…

“How could I not? Tian Tian is so sweet. I was thinking of stealing her away to show off to my family…” Liang Xirui said, a little regretfully.

“Huh? Why?” Zhou Tian was genuinely confused, not expecting she had such thoughts.

“Xirui’s previous girlfriends…” Wen Qingying glanced sideways and muttered, “Honestly, none of them seemed normal…”

“What? They just had strong personalities, okay?” Liang Xirui retorted with a smug look.

“Your previous girlfriends? How come I’ve never heard about them? Let me see, do you have pictures?” Zhou Tian instantly perked up, eyes sparkling with curiosity—her whole face practically screamed gossip.

“Seriously, just take a look and you’ll know.” Wen Qingying stifled a giggle behind her hand.

“Let me find them…” Liang Xirui pulled out her phone and flipped through some photos to show them.

Sure enough… all of them were quite unique—outlandish outfits, heavy makeup, distinct personalities.

“See? Compared to them, Tian Tian, you’re truly amazing,” Wen Qingying praised.

“Exactly! If I brought you home and introduced you to the elders, they’d probably praise me for my good taste—for finding such a good girlfriend!” Liang Xirui patted her chest confidently.

Wen Qingying and Zhou Tian exchanged amused glances and chuckled.

Liang Xirui laughed along without realizing, then said, “Hey, I was just young and dumb back then. They weren’t exactly girlfriends—more like friends.” She tried to explain.

“She never dated any of them for long,” Wen Qingying exposed her without mercy.

“That’s not true! Qingying, stop making things up!” Liang Xirui pouted.

But soon, Liang Xirui’s expression changed. It quickly turned serious as she stared coldly past Zhou Tian’s shoulder.

“What is it?” Zhou Tian asked in confusion. Even Wen Qingying looked back instinctively.

“Tiantian… Wen Zong is here,” Wen Qingying whispered.

Zhou Tian’s brows furrowed the moment she heard “Wen Zong”—President Wen. She hadn’t even turned her head yet when a familiar voice rang out.

“Tian Tian, here you are.” Wen Mingzhi walked over with a smiling, calm demeanor and casually sat down beside her.

Along with her were Special Assistant Chen, Fei Xing’en, and Xu Baiqiu.

They had been on their way to Xingyue Zhai together in Wen Mingzhi’s car when they spotted Zhou Tian and her friends through the car window and decided to stop by and say hello.

“Zhou Tian, long time no see.” Fei Xing’en greeted as she and Xu Baiqiu took seats at the next table. Chen also joined them.

“Hey, long time no see.” Zhou Tian waved back.

“Yeah, long time no see.” Everyone exchanged polite greetings.

“Wen Zong, here for coffee too? What a coincidence.” Liang Xirui raised her brows and spoke with thinly veiled sarcasm.

Wen Mingzhi didn’t even glance at her—her full attention was on Zhou Tian. “Tian Tian, is that drink good?” she asked.

Zhou Tian didn’t respond. A light tension filled the air.

“…This place has good hand-brewed coffee,” Xu Baiqiu offered calmly after a pause.

“Alright, order one for me,” Wen Mingzhi replied casually.

Zhou Tian sat with her head lowered, saying nothing. Her elegant brows were furrowed like distant mountains—quiet and unreadable, a faint melancholy cloaking her face.

Yet just moments ago, she was still laughing and chatting joyfully with other Omegas.

The curve of Wen Mingzhi’s lips flattened, and the sparkle in her eyes dimmed.

Did Zhou Tian really dislike her this much?

She didn’t even want to see her?

The tension between the group was palpable—like a storm looming overhead.

“Wen Zong… maybe you should sit at a different table?” Zhou Tian said coolly.

“…Hm?” Wen Mingzhi’s expression froze. She’s kicking me out?

“Wen Zong, there are plenty of empty seats here. No need to squeeze in at our table, right?” Liang Xirui lifted her chin proudly, clearly emboldened by Zhou Tian’s words.

Wen Qingying shrank her neck back like a quail, occasionally peeking at them nervously.

“Then Miss Liang, kindly move,” Wen Mingzhi said icily, her sharp phoenix eyes glaring straight at Liang Xirui like daggers pinning her to the wall.

“…I-I’ll just move…” Wen Qingying scurried to a nearby table to escape the battleground. She didn’t have Liang Xirui’s guts to confront Wen Mingzhi.

“Liang Xirui, didn’t your brother warn you?” Wen Mingzhi said flatly.

Liang Xirui immediately exploded. “Wen Mingzhi! Don’t go tattling to my brother again!”

“Heh… As if I’d stoop so low? Everyone in A City knows you—Liang Xirui, the little hellion,” Wen Mingzhi scoffed.

“Wen Zong, I’m here with my friends. Can you please not bother us?” Zhou Tian said, clearly annoyed.

Wen Mingzhi acted like she didn’t hear her, remaining composed and seated right next to her.

At the next table, Wen Qingying and Assistant Chen barely dared to breathe. Fei Xing’en’s jaw was practically on the table, while Xu Baiqiu remained impassive, though thoughtful.

None of them had ever seen anyone speak to Wen Mingzhi like this.

“Tian Tian, she started it,” Wen Mingzhi suddenly said, pouting like a wronged child.

“Wen Mingzhi! You’re the one pestering our Tian Tian!” Liang Xirui shot back, refusing to back down.

“Who would’ve thought the mighty President Wen of Qisheng would be this clingy? Acting like a sticky plaster, refusing to let go. How embarrassing,” Liang Xirui mocked.

“Liang Xirui, I didn’t know A City’s little hellion was such a fake actress,” Wen Mingzhi retorted.

“Who are you calling fake!?” Liang Xirui immediately stood up, fuming.

“Wen Mingzhi!” Zhou Tian suddenly cut in, startling everyone.

Wen Mingzhi smiled faintly at her, eyes glinting with mischief.

Even Liang Xirui sat back down, somewhat subdued.

“Tian Tian, what have you been up to lately?” Wen Mingzhi asked after a while.

“…Nothing.” Zhou Tian replied flatly after a pause, glancing at her coolly.

Wen Mingzhi’s face darkened. Her lips pressed into a line, and a trace of bitterness flashed through her phoenix eyes.

Liang Xirui, seeing her so dejected, smirked smugly.

“Qingying, Xirui, are you done with your coffee?” Zhou Tian asked.

“Yup, let’s go,” Liang Xirui stood up immediately and sneered, “President Wen, take your time. No rush.”

Wen Qingying nodded and rose to follow.

“President Wen, Miss Fei, Miss Xu—enjoy your drinks,” Zhou Tian said politely and left without hesitation.

Wen Mingzhi furrowed her brow, watching her leave, a heavy cloud shadowing her face.

“Mingzhi, she’s gone,” Fei Xing’en came to sit beside her.

“Looks like Zhou Tian’s really done with you,” Fei murmured.

“Yeah. If you ask me, you should let it go. Don’t waste your energy,” Xu Baiqiu said softly.

Wen Mingzhi’s face grew darker by the second. Finally, she gave a low snort, lowering her gaze to her coffee.

“…”

Later that night, Zhou Tian was venting to Xia Ruo about the day’s events when her phone suddenly rang.

She looked at the familiar number—it was Wen Mingzhi.

After hesitating, she finally picked up.

“Tian Tian… I’m in heat,” came Wen Mingzhi’s soft voice, tinged with vulnerability.

Zhou Tian froze. It took her a moment to respond. “Alright, come to me then.”

“Tian Tian, I feel awful… Can you come to me? I’ll send someone to pick you up,” Wen Mingzhi said gently, almost coquettishly.

“…Alright,” Zhou Tian eventually agreed.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you, Tian Tian.” Wen Mingzhi’s voice carried a soft, clear smile like birdsong in spring.

Zhou Tian’s ears tingled. She instinctively held her phone away from her ear.

“Goodnight, Tian Tian.” They hung up.

Soon, a car arrived to pick her up. As the city lights faded behind and were replaced by the desolate outskirts lit only by streetlights, Zhou Tian’s mood also quieted down.

She couldn’t help thinking how ridiculous it all was. She and Wen Mingzhi had been permanently marked, even though neither of them wanted it.

Soon they arrived at a familiar place—Jade Garden Phase III. She’d come back here again.

Zhou Tian stepped out and entered the house, greeted by Wen Mingzhi’s stunning face. The woman sat gracefully on the sofa, smiling as if she’d been waiting.

“Tian Tian, you’re here,” Wen Mingzhi said gently, exuding elegance and poise.

Zhou Tian slowed her pace. She couldn’t help but feel like she’d walked into a trap set by Wen Mingzhi.

“Mm. President Wen,” Zhou Tian replied coldly and politely.

“Tian Tian, come sit,” Wen Mingzhi immediately stood up and pulled her to sit beside her.

“Why are you still calling me President Wen? Just call me Mingzhi,” she said with a gentle smile.

Zhou Tian gave her a strange look. The words felt familiar—Wen Mingzhi had said the same when she lost her memory and thought Zhou Tian was her girlfriend.

Zhou Tian frowned. “Didn’t you say you were in heat?”

“Tian Tian, you’re in such a rush?” Wen Mingzhi raised her brows, a teasing smile playing in her long, narrow eyes.

“…Weren’t you…” Zhou Tian shot her a glare, but the tips of her ears reddened under her hair.

“Tian Tian, have some tea first.” Wen Mingzhi handed her a cup.

“Why did you ignore me earlier today?” Wen Mingzhi’s smile faded a little, though her lips still curved slightly—half smiling, half interrogating.

“Why should I talk to you?” Zhou Tian looked at her with cool eyes.

“Tian Tian, we’re permanently marked. We’re bonded. Why won’t you talk to me?” Wen Mingzhi asked, a tinge of grief in her eyes.

“President Wen, you’re mistaken. Just because we’re marked doesn’t mean we’re partners,” Zhou Tian replied coldly.

Wen Mingzhi looked up at her. Her round peach blossom eyes were clear, showing no emotions—only coldness and impatience.

Suddenly, it felt like a sharp blade stabbed into Wen Mingzhi’s heart, robbing her breath. Her face turned pale, nearly translucent. Her smile vanished.

“Heh… Whatever you say, Zhou Tian,” she laughed bitterly, her eyes dark with emotion, fists clenched tightly.

“Then why did you come?” she asked coldly.

“We’re permanently marked. You’re in heat,” Zhou Tian answered simply. “Unless you want to remove the mark?” she added, turning to face her.

Wen Mingzhi’s breath caught. Her heart clenched. She had hoped that the bond would draw Zhou Tian back to her—that an Alpha’s responsibility to her Omega would matter.

Seeing Wen Mingzhi’s pause, Zhou Tian turned away.

Wen Mingzhi’s eyes reddened slightly. After a while, she said softly, yet firmly, “Zhou Tian, don’t even think about it.”

She narrowed her eyes—there was pressure and dominance in her aura.

Zhou Tian calmly sipped her tea, unfazed—as if none of it mattered.

The corners of Zhou Tian’s lips twitched as she looked away.

Wen Mingzhi walked over and sat down at the dining table opposite her, glancing at the small soup dumplings in front of her, then slowly picked up her chopsticks.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was stiflingly quiet, save for the light clinking of porcelain and the faint breathing sounds of the two people across from each other.

After a few bites, Zhou Tian finally set down her chopsticks, wiped her lips with a napkin, and calmly said, “I’ll get someone to come pick me up.”

Wen Mingzhi looked up at her, her voice soft and hoarse. “I’ll take you back.”

“No need. It’s better to keep things clear.”

Zhou Tian said the words crisply, with not a hint of hesitation, then stood up and walked off to the side to make a call.

Wen Mingzhi sat there, watching her slender figure walk away, a cold bitterness surging silently in her heart.

Keep things clear?

Hadn’t they already been bound together by the most irreversible of ties?

She clenched the cup in her hand tightly, fingertips turning white.

Soon, Zhou Tian returned, picked up her coat, and prepared to leave.

“I’ve already called a car. Thank you for last night.”

She paused for a second, then added flatly, “Take care of your health, Wen Zong.”

“Zhou Tian—” Wen Mingzhi stood up abruptly, blocking her path.

Zhou Tian looked at her indifferently, showing no emotion.

“We’re already permanently marked, and you’re still calling me ‘Wen Zong’?”

Her voice was tinged with sarcasm, and a trace of bitter helplessness.

“I told you before,” Zhou Tian replied calmly, “marking doesn’t mean anything if there’s no love.”

Wen Mingzhi’s throat tightened. The tip of her tongue tasted bitter. Her words got stuck in her chest, unable to come out.

After a long moment, she finally asked in a hoarse voice, “Then why did you come over last night?”

Zhou Tian looked at her, her tone neither too warm nor cold. “Because I had to. You needed me.”

Not because she wanted to. Not because she cared. Just because she felt obligated.

Wen Mingzhi’s heart was pricked again.

She forced a smile. “So I’m just a responsibility to you now?”

Zhou Tian didn’t answer. Instead, she calmly sidestepped her and walked out the door.

Outside, the sunlight was glaring, but her heart was strangely calm.

The moment the car drove out of the neighborhood, Zhou Tian glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Wen Mingzhi’s figure still standing motionless at the entrance, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her slender figure stiff and tense, like a statue etched into time.

Zhou Tian looked away and lowered her eyes, not saying a word.

She had made her choice. She would never again be tangled in the chaos and ambiguity Wen Mingzhi brought into her life.

She was tired.

Back at her apartment, Zhou Tian threw herself onto the couch.

Summer Ruo called just in time.

“How did it go?” Summer Ruo’s voice was teasing.

Zhou Tian sighed. “Don’t mention it. She’s clingy as hell.”

Summer Ruo laughed out loud. “You’ve got it bad, babe. You’ve hooked a top alpha and can’t shake her now.”

Zhou Tian buried her face in a pillow and mumbled, “She keeps acting like she’s pitiful. Like I’m the bad guy here.”

“Well… aren’t you?” Summer Ruo raised an eyebrow mischievously.

Zhou Tian sat up straight. “What? I was the one dragged into this whole mess! She’s the one who keeps trying to use that marking as an excuse!”

“She’s just using it to tie you down.”

“I know.”

Zhou Tian looked down at her palm, which was still faintly tingling with warmth, as if last night’s contact hadn’t fully faded.

“But I’m not going to let her mess with me again.”

This time, she had made up her mind.

No matter what Wen Mingzhi did, she wouldn’t go back.

Meanwhile, at the villa in Cuiyu Gardens, Wen Mingzhi sat alone in the living room.

The breakfast in front of her had gone cold.

She stared blankly at the seat where Zhou Tian had sat that morning, her mind spinning with images from the night before—the kisses, the moans, the warmth, and the cruelly indifferent expression she wore the moment morning came.

Wen Mingzhi clenched her fists.

“Zhou Tian, you said it’s meaningless without love.”

“But I love you.”

She had never admitted it before, never dared to, afraid of being rejected, afraid of being seen as weak.

But now…

Now, even if it meant risking everything, she was going to fight for her.

She wasn’t going to let her go.

No matter what.