After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: President Wen, You’re Pregnant.

Zhou Tian frowned at her. What was she even saying…

“President Wen, there’s nothing to worry about… There’s nothing between us,” Zhou Tian said coolly.

“…” Wen Mingzhi was suddenly choked by her words. Zhou Tian truly didn’t hold back—not even the slightest bit of hope left for her.

“Tian Tian, I’m in my heat,” Wen Mingzhi spoke again, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. “Can’t you just stay here with me?”

Her long, narrow phoenix eyes drooped slightly, a faintly pleading look hidden in their depths.

“No, I have things to do,” Zhou Tian refused without hesitation. “You can contact me later,” she added.

“…Alright.” Wen Mingzhi had no choice but to relent. She couldn’t exactly tie Zhou Tian up and force her to stay.

Well—she could, but that would only push Zhou Tian further away, making her even more disgusted.

And that wasn’t her style.

She sat across from Zhou Tian, watching as she slowly and methodically ate breakfast—each bite a little soup dumpling. Her round peach blossom eyes and long lashes fluttered like a butterfly, cheeks puffed like a little hamster. She looked irresistibly cute.

Wen Mingzhi stared at her openly, like admiring a piece of art, the corners of her lips gently lifted in a soft smile.

Zhou Tian couldn’t help but frown slightly, glared at her twice, and ate faster, still ignoring her.

After finishing her meal, Zhou Tian stood up and said, “President Wen, I’m leaving.”

“Tian Tian, wait—I’ll drive you back,” Wen Mingzhi immediately put down her chopsticks and followed after her.

“No need to trouble yourself,” Zhou Tian stepped aside, giving her a cold glance.

“I happen to be going to the office anyway.” Wen Mingzhi gestured, and Assistant Chen quickly followed them out.

“Tian Tian, how about I pick you up tonight? We could have dinner together,” Wen Mingzhi raised her long, narrow eyes, which now glimmered with softness and warmth—so unlike her former self, who was always cold and noble, sitting on a high throne, aloof and superior.

Zhou Tian looked up, startled. The Wen Mingzhi sitting beside her now felt unfamiliar. The past suddenly felt like another lifetime—this Wen Mingzhi seemed like a completely different person.

When had she started changing?

Zhou Tian’s round peach blossom eyes grew distant. The high-and-mighty Wen Mingzhi had vanished, replaced by someone humble and eager to please, someone who even skipped her own breakfast just to spend a little more time with her.

“Tian Tian?” Wen Mingzhi noticed her zoning out and softly called her.

“Hmm?” Zhou Tian blinked. “No need, President Wen. I’m busy.” In truth, Zhou Tian had nothing important going on—she was just going to stay home and work on her music. She only said that to avoid Wen Mingzhi, to steer clear of further entanglement.

As for their permanent mark, Wen Mingzhi didn’t want to remove it, and Zhou Tian had no way around it either. For now, they were forcibly bound together.

“Tian Tian, are you really that busy? I wanted to take you to Xing Yue Zhai for dinner—go with me, okay?” Wen Mingzhi tried tempting her with food.

“…No, thank you, President Wen. I have plans.” Zhou Tian paused for a second. She had gone to Xing Yue Zhai with Wen Mingzhi before, several times, and the food there was indeed amazing—enough to leave anyone longing for it.

“Alright then.” Wen Mingzhi was a bit helpless.

“…”

After getting out of the car, Zhou Tian immediately returned home. Xia Ruo wasn’t there either—probably off negotiating brand collaborations.

She went straight to her room and picked up her guitar. Her new album was still in the planning stages, and there was a lot to be done.

On the other side, back at the company, Wen Mingzhi sat on the sofa, sipping coffee and reading messages.

The rumors about her engagement had already spread like wildfire. Though nothing was officially confirmed, it was basically settled. The two families were planning to co-establish a rare-earth company, and negotiations were nearing completion. The engagement was just part of the deal.

The Hai family from S City had several alpha daughters—it wasn’t clear which one would be her fiancé.

But Wen Mingzhi didn’t care. It didn’t matter who it was—they were all insignificant to her. What mattered was the deal. That was non-negotiable.

Still… she didn’t understand. Zhou Tian had insisted on terminating their contract because of this engagement. Why did she care so much about her having a fiancée? It’s not like she wasn’t still by her side.

Whether she had a fiancée or even a wife—it shouldn’t matter. At least, that’s how Wen Mingzhi saw it.

As she stared at the message from the Hai family, lost in thought, she didn’t even notice two people entering her office.

“Mingzhi, what are you spacing out for!?” Fei Xing’en suddenly called out from behind, giving her a pat on the shoulder to startle her.

“…What are you two doing here?” Wen Mingzhi jumped slightly, then helplessly looked at her friends.

“What are you up to?” Xu Baiqiu asked with a smile. It was rare to see Wen Mingzhi this startled.

“Nothing. Just thinking about the engagement.” She turned off the tablet and set it on the table.

“You mean that one with the heiress from that S City conglomerate? I thought that fell through. Didn’t hear anything new lately,” Fei Xing’en said in surprise.

“Nope.” Wen Mingzhi leaned back and took a sip of coffee.

“Mingzhi, do you really have to go through with the engagement? It’s not like your elders are pressuring you,” Xu Baiqiu said lightly.

“They’re not. But it’s for a new project.” Wen Mingzhi nodded.

“Isn’t Qisheng doing fine already?” Xu Baiqiu raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“We need sustainable development. We can’t just live off past success and wait for decline,” Wen Mingzhi replied calmly. “Times are changing.”

“You’re doing too much. You don’t have to wear yourself out like this,” Fei Xing’en said with a click of her tongue.

Among their elite circle, Wen Mingzhi was the busiest—and certainly the most capable.

The Qisheng Group was practically built on her own back. The Wen family elders had very little influence, and she had almost no close relatives. Her biological mother had vanished years ago without a trace.

“Seriously, once your engagement gets officially announced, the whole city will explode with gossip,” Xu Baiqiu teased.

“Exactly. The internet will go wild. But… what about Zhou Tian? If you get married to someone else, she’ll definitely never want to be with you again,” Fei Xing’en suddenly added, shifting the conversation.

Wen Mingzhi frowned, her lips tightening. That was exactly what troubled her.

“Mingzhi, don’t be so rigid. Your grandmother’s last wish was just for you to carry on Qisheng—not to wear yourself out like this. Qisheng is already thriving,” Xu Baiqiu said gently.

“Yeah, take a few days off. The company won’t collapse without you.” Fei Xing’en joined in.

Wen Mingzhi’s grandmother had gone against everyone’s wishes and entrusted Qisheng to her. Raised and guided by her grandmother, she had always taken her words to heart. Since Qisheng was handed to her, she was determined to make it flourish.

“Mingzhi, your grandma’s wish was to pass on Qisheng. Have you really thought this through? Are you going to be with Zhou Tian and have a child together to inherit the company? Or will it be a child from this arranged marriage?” Xu Baiqiu asked thoughtfully.

“Exactly. I can’t believe you made a permanent mark so carelessly. As Qisheng’s heir, your partner should be an S-level alpha or omega,” Fei Xing’en said, pouting.

In their circles, all legitimate children were usually S-level. Any illegitimate kids were typically weaker alphas or omegas—ABC-grade, not even worth mentioning.

Among their peers, S-level was the unspoken rule. So…

“You two sure are thinking far ahead,” Wen Mingzhi replied coldly. She had never really thought about having children.

She had considered the issue of S-level compatibility, which was why Zhou Tian had always been a bit of a dilemma. She had once tried to give her up because of it—but no matter how ideal someone else looked on paper, they couldn’t compare to how her heart felt.

“So what now? You’re going to hand over Qisheng to an outsider?” Xu Baiqiu teased.

“No worries, if you don’t want kids, I’ll have one for you from the Fei family,” Fei Xing’en patted her chest proudly.

Wen Mingzhi glanced at her coldly and sipped her coffee.

“Me too, the Xu family is at your service,” Xu Baiqiu added. “Pick any child you want.”

“Oh yeah? You two go have a kid and give it to me,” Wen Mingzhi said, her sharp phoenix eyes sweeping over them.

“Us? How? Baiqiu’s already engaged,” Fei Xing’en said, shocked.

Wen Mingzhi sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“You idiot. Mingzhi meant we each go have one,” Xu Baiqiu explained.

“Ohh, like that! I’m still young though. You go ahead, Baiqiu.”

“I’m not even married yet,” Xu Baiqiu chuckled.

The topic somehow shifted to the two of them arguing over who should have a kid first.

Wen Mingzhi laughed softly and took another sip of her coffee.

To her, all of that still felt too far away. Right now, she just wanted Zhou Tian back. Everything else could wait.

That evening, the two friends were still lounging in her office.

“Mingzhi, let’s go eat at Xing Yue Zhai?” Fei Xing’en suggested.

“…Alright.” Wen Mingzhi immediately tried calling Zhou Tian—but got rejected again.

“Seriously? You’re still asking her? When did you get so considerate? You never ask us about dinner plans,” Fei Xing’en pouted.

Xu Baiqiu said coldly, “Putting romance above friendship.”

“…” Wen Mingzhi awkwardly put away her phone. “Let’s go. I’m paying.”

After dinner, Wen Mingzhi went to Sunshine Happiness Residence to pick up Zhou Tian and bring her back to Jade Garden.

It almost felt like picking up her wife from work. The thought made Wen Mingzhi smile faintly.

“President Wen,” a familiar figure appeared—Zhou Tian got into the car and sat beside her.

“Tian Tian, I brought something for you,” Wen Mingzhi said gently, her phoenix eyes glowing warmly.

“What?” Zhou Tian asked in surprise.

“Dinner. From Xing Yue Zhai.” Wen Mingzhi presented a crimson wooden box, opening it like it was a treasure. Inside were beautifully packed dishes.

Zhou Tian looked at the exquisite food, throat involuntarily gulping. But she still declined. “No, thank you. I already ate.” She turned to look away.

“It’s fine. You can eat it later if you get hungry, Tian Tian.” Wen Mingzhi packed the food back into the thermal bag.

“…Thanks,” Zhou Tian hesitated, then said it anyway. Her brows furrowed for a second, then relaxed.

Wen Mingzhi actually brought her favorite dishes. She never did that before. What was she trying to do now…

Zhou Tian looked out the window, her round peach blossom eyes swirling with unreadable emotion.

The faint scent of Wen Mingzhi’s violet pheromones lingered in the car—enticing, almost intoxicating.

Zhou Tian unconsciously scooted further away, even opened the window halfway.

Once at Jade Garden Phase III, Zhou Tian headed straight to the third-floor bedroom.

Wen Mingzhi frowned slightly as she watched her leave, all swift and decisive. Like she was only here because of the heat cycle—not because of her.

Not because of Wen Mingzhi.

That thought caused the corners of her smile to drop. Her soft expression hardened, a shadow falling over her eyes.

Then she licked her lips, loosened her brows, and followed upstairs.

The scent of violet and cherry blossoms filled the room—intense and intimate…

The past few days had been the same. Zhou Tian would leave in the morning, and Wen Mingzhi would pick her up at night. Back and forth like clockwork.

Zhou Tian always felt like she was being used to help Wen Mingzhi through her heat, with no way to say no.

Meanwhile, Wen Mingzhi felt Zhou Tian was cold, distant, emotionless—like she was being forced to be here.

Even when their nights were filled with heat and passion…

Zhou Tian still never once called her “sister,” “Mingzhi,” or “Sister Mingzhi” like before…

“President Wen, do you want to keep this child?” Dr. Guan asked with a serious expression.

Wen Mingzhi was silent for a long while, her brow furrowed in deep thought. She had never thought about having a child, not even once. Her entire life, especially in recent years, had been devoted to managing and expanding Qisheng Group. She barely had time to sleep, let alone think about children.

Besides… this child came about entirely unexpectedly.

If she had to pinpoint a moment, then… it must have been the night she was drugged and marked permanently with Zhou Tian. That night, under the influence, they not only completed the permanent bond but had full intimacy too.

And now, she was pregnant.

Her hand unconsciously moved to her abdomen.

There was a life inside her.

“You don’t have to decide immediately,” Dr. Guan added gently, seeing her conflicted expression. “But the sooner you decide, the better. The earlier the stage, the safer the options if you don’t want to keep it.”

“I understand.” Wen Mingzhi’s voice was hoarse, her lips tightly pursed. She nodded slightly and stood up.

She left the hospital with an unreadable expression on her face, a storm quietly brewing in her heart.

Chen Tezhu carefully glanced at her but didn’t dare ask anything. He opened the car door in silence and started the car.

On the way back, the car was deathly quiet.

Back at the company, Wen Mingzhi shut herself in her office, staring blankly at the window for a long time. The word pregnant echoed endlessly in her mind, heavy and unreal.

She thought she wouldn’t feel much.

But now, knowing that she had a child inside her, that a life had quietly taken root, she found herself at a loss.

And the father—no, the other parent—was Zhou Tian.

She knew Zhou Tian wouldn’t want this child.

She didn’t even want to stay with her, and had been keeping her distance every day, just barely putting up with her presence.

If she told her about the pregnancy… would Zhou Tian leave completely? Would she feel disgusted?

Wen Mingzhi let out a long, tired breath and leaned back against the chair, her expression blank.

No, she wouldn’t tell her.

At least not now.

She needed time—time to think, and time to decide what to do.

And this child… maybe, she’d quietly keep it for now.

Let it stay.

Even if Zhou Tian didn’t want it.

Even if she had to raise it alone.

But for now, she would say nothing.