After the Breakup, the Seductive Beauty-Type Omega Became Obsessed - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Could it be that President Wen likes you?

After a brief pause, a faint smile returned to Zhou Tian’s face. However, the hand at her side trembled even more violently. She slowly clenched it into a fist, gripping tightly.

Then she walked toward Sister Xia, her lips curving back into a smile—though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Zhou Tian, that was beautiful!” Xia Ruo pulled her into a hug.

“Sister Xia… I was just too nervous,” she said with a warm expression, her tone laced with slight regret.

When she looked up, she saw Lü Ningle and Wen Qingying sitting in the seats behind. She smiled at them.

Sister Xia let go of her, knowingly. She’d already noticed all this and decided to give them a chance to chat. “Let’s go back a little later. I’ll go greet the directors.”

“Okay.” Zhou Tian nodded, then walked over to the two girls.

“Zhou Tian, you sang really well!” Wen Qingying immediately praised.

Lü Ningle chimed in, “Yes! We finally got to hear you sing live.”

Zhou Tian returned to her seat. “Thank you, thank you… I still have a lot to improve on.”

“It’s okay, you just don’t have much stage experience and get too nervous. You just need to go on more shows,” Lü Ningle reassured her.

“I’m the same!” Wen Qingying said while rubbing her hands together. “I get so nervous too. I rarely sing in front of this many real people.”

“It’s fine! Keep it up!” Zhou Tian offered an encouraging look.

“Alright, we should go rehearse. We’re the last two,” Lü Ningle said, standing with Wen Qingying to prepare for their rehearsal.

Lü Ningle covered a currently trending band’s song. She had a calm and relaxed demeanor, performed steadily, and passed in one go. Bathed in stage lights, even without any special styling, she looked elegant and radiant—like someone born for the stage. It was no wonder she had so many fans.

Wen Qingying did a Chinese version of a foreign song, rewriting the lyrics herself. The song was explosively popular online. Live, it was even sweeter and more charming. Even when she missed two beats, her flustered reaction only made her more lovable—no one could bear to blame her.

In short, both of them outperformed Zhou Tian—even their song popularity surpassed her original track.

Zhou Tian sat in a daze, her smile momentarily frozen. But she still felt happy for them. She knew she still had many shortcomings and needed to work harder.

“Wen Qingying is so adorable!” Lü Ningle exclaimed when she returned.

“Yeah…” Zhou Tian nodded. “This song really suits her.” The song’s playful tone, combined with the rewritten lyrics, made it feel more intimate, matching Wen Qingying’s image and voice perfectly.

It created a synergy that made the whole better than the sum of its parts.

No wonder the song was such a hit.

“Yeah, it really suits her! She even wrote the lyrics herself,” Lü Ningle added.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Zhou Tian said in awe, surprised she had written the lyrics.

“You’re amazing too, you sang your own original song. We’re just doing covers,” Lü Ningle said, waving it off.

“But you guys are great! You sang beautifully, and your stage presence is so steady,” Zhou Tian said with admiration.

That was something she, a newcomer, couldn’t manage yet.

“How was it?” Wen Qingying ran back, smiling brightly.

“Really good,” Zhou Tian and Lü Ningle nodded.

“Let’s add each other on social media! We can talk about music sometimes. It’s fate that we met on the same show,” Lü Ningle suggested.

“Sure, and as our senior, you can give us some advice,” Zhou Tian immediately took out her phone.

“Great! I barely have any industry friends. This is awesome!” Wen Qingying quickly added them too.

They created a group chat and chatted for a while before parting ways.

Lü Ningle and Wen Qingying both had other schedules.

Only Zhou Tian and Xia Ruo wandered aimlessly on the streets. Right now, their only project was the Yue Sheng show.

“Come on, let’s celebrate your successful rehearsal. My treat,” Xia Ruo said, slinging her arm around Zhou Tian’s shoulders.

“Forget it, Sister Xia. It’s just rehearsal. Let’s wait until after the actual recording,” Zhou Tian smiled.

“By the way, Zhou Tian,” Xia Ruo suddenly remembered, her smile fading. “I heard from the staff today that President Wen Mingzhi put in a word with the director. It was her connection that got you this show opportunity.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Zhou Tian didn’t show the shock that Xia Ruo expected.

“You knew? Zhou Tian! You didn’t tell me!?” Xia Ruo pouted, feeling a bit betrayed.

“But… are you really one of President Wen’s people?” she asked in disbelief.

“No,” Zhou Tian quickly shook her head, lips curving in a faint smile. Her downcast eyes flickered with something unspoken.

“Then… did President Wen fall for you?” Xia Ruo guessed boldly.

Zhou Tian’s lips curved up involuntarily, and even her peach blossom eyes arched.

“How could that be? She’s Wen Mingzhi of Qisheng! What kind of alpha couldn’t she have?” As she spoke, a trace of bitterness flickered in her gaze.

“That’s not necessarily true. Maybe she just likes someone like you? She’s helped us more than once. Now she even gave you such a good opportunity,” Xia Ruo reasoned.

Zhou Tian didn’t respond. She had thought about this possibility, but she didn’t dare dwell on it.

“You really only met her once? Just one encounter, and she liked you?” Xia Ruo murmured.

“Sister Xia, I wish… but unfortunately, no. It was a one-sided encounter for me. I was the one who fell for her,” Zhou Tian confessed.

She had suppressed her feelings for Wen Mingzhi for so long. Her heart was in constant turmoil because of her.

“What?” Xia Ruo was stunned but quickly processed it. “You like her!? Well, that’s not surprising… but…”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

“I don’t know what President Wen thinks, but take care of yourself. Tell me if anything happens. I still hope she’ll be generous and send more of these great opportunities our way,” she said.

Zhou Tian smiled softly.

Xia Ruo never imposed too much on Zhou Tian’s personal life. Her lifestyle was clean and simple—just eating, sleeping, and making music. If she really got involved with someone like Wen Mingzhi, Xia Ruo wouldn’t be able to help even if she wanted to. After all, this was President Wen of Qisheng they were talking about.

So, Xia Ruo quickly adjusted her mindset.

“Alright, Sister Xia, I’m going home to practice more,” Zhou Tian said and hailed a taxi.

“Okay, be safe. Don’t overwork yourself. Take care of your voice,” Xia Ruo reminded her.

At home, Zhou Tian couldn’t stop replaying Sister Xia’s words in her mind. She couldn’t help but think of Wen Mingzhi.

Even though her attention should’ve been on preparing for tomorrow’s recording, she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She and Wen Mingzhi were worlds apart. So she could only bury her feelings deep inside. But ever since she met Wen Mingzhi, her life had changed completely. That name kept appearing in her life.

How could she let go? How could she not be moved? How could she not like her more?

Thinking of all the times Wen Mingzhi had helped her, Zhou Tian couldn’t help but smile. Her round eyes shimmered with affection and longing.

Suddenly, she stood up and opened a drawer, pulling out Wen Mingzhi’s business card.

Should she call to thank her? Once might’ve been coincidence, but getting this opportunity from Yue Sheng clearly wasn’t.

She gently traced the words “Wen Mingzhi” and the string of numbers below.

After a long hesitation, heart pounding and cheeks flushed, she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, then patted her face to calm herself.

Her hand trembled as she picked up her phone—more nervous than she’d ever been on stage.

She tossed and turned on her bed, finally steeling herself, entered the number, and hit call.

But barely a moment into the dialing, she hung up in a panic.

No, maybe she should wait until she had a great performance during the show. Then she’d be worthy of calling her goddess and thanking her properly.

Her racing heart slowly calmed, though her fingers still trembled and her cheeks remained tinged pink.

She sat on her bed in a daze, a faint smile on her lips. After a moment, she got up and picked up her guitar, strumming a few chords.

Meanwhile, in a sleek, low-key luxury car on her way back to the family estate, Wen Mingzhi was going over tomorrow’s business matters with her assistant Chen.

“This project looks like it’ll yield a high return,” Assistant Chen summarized, her tablet buzzing with updates.

“Mm,” Wen Mingzhi nodded and set the tablet aside. She picked up her phone, scanning briefly through a group chat full of friends casually arranging a hangout.

Nothing else.

She glanced at her feed. A photo of Fei Xing’en appeared, captioned: “Just another day having dinner with my star sister.”

She was surrounded by a few alphas—familiar faces. Some were current A-listers, one of them even from her own company.

Fei Xing’en, seriously… no wonder Xu Baiqiu always complains about her. When will she change her ways?

Then a thought struck her. She turned to Chen: “Xiao Chen, any news from our subsidiary, Qisheng Qianhua Entertainment?”

“What?” The sudden change in topic threw Chen off, but she quickly responded. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Operations are running smoothly.”

Then she added, “President Wen, someone from the Yue Sheng production team reached out, probing a bit. I replied accordingly.” She reported matter-of-factly.

Normally she wouldn’t even bring this up—it was too trivial. But this concerned Miss Zhou, the only alpha her boss had ever taken a personal interest in. She couldn’t be careless.

Wait… was President Wen asking about Zhou Tian?

Seeing that Wen Mingzhi’s expression didn’t change, Chen tested the waters: “The show seems to be running smoothly. Miss Zhou performed quite well, too.”

She tapped her tablet: “They sent over a clip from rehearsal. Would you like to see it?”

Before Wen Mingzhi could answer, Chen already pulled up the video and offered the screen.

Wen Mingzhi raised a brow but didn’t take it. She glanced briefly, then looked away—but didn’t tell her to stop playing it.

Zhou Tian’s voice floated through the car: bright, tender, and unpolished.

When the song ended, Wen Mingzhi asked, “What do you think?”

“It was good.”

“Just good?”

Chen didn’t respond again. It was clear her boss cared about Zhou Tian. But to what extent—she couldn’t tell.

She was just an ordinary alpha. With Wen’s power and position, if she wanted, she could have her easily.

But… she hadn’t done that.

Maybe for the sake of her upright image?

No, that wasn’t it. Wen didn’t care about reputation. And even if she did keep a lover, no one would dare say anything.

Chen pondered deeply but found no answer.

The next day, Zhou Tian and Sister Xia arrived early at the studio for Yue Sheng‘s recording to do styling.

Right now, she was backstage in the makeup room, a professional artist painting carefully on her face.

“This program’s great. They even lent us clothes,” Sister Xia said cheerfully. There wasn’t enough time to secure such a good outfit elsewhere.

Zhou Tian wore a sleek white cropped jacket over light blue ripped wide-leg jeans—stylish and cool.

“Yeah,” Zhou Tian didn’t dare move. The stylist was still braiding her hair.

She couldn’t stop smiling. It had to be Wen Mingzhi—her goddess.

Otherwise, how could such good things keep happening? The show wouldn’t go out of its way for her. She wasn’t some universally adored darling.

It had to be thanks to Wen Mingzhi.

Thinking that made her glow with happiness.

Once makeup was done, Lü Ningle and Wen Qingying came over. Lü suggested they greet the mentors together.

“Wow, Zhou Tian-jie, you look amazing!” Wen Qingying reached out to touch one of her twin braids.

“This look is stunning. Absolutely beautiful,” Lü Ningle gave her a thumbs-up.

Zhou Tian smiled brightly. “You both look great too!”

Each had a unique style. Lü Ningle wore her hair straight and down with a cream-colored midi dress—fresh and elegant. Wen Qingying had soft curls with a pink butterfly clip and a pastel pink chiffon gown.

“You girls go ahead,” Sister Xia waved them off.

“Guess what? Teacher Bai Qianxue is really here!” Lü Ningle whispered with excitement.

“Wow! That’s awesome! We’ll see her soon, right?” Zhou Tian and Wen Qingying gasped.

As newbies, they shared a dressing room. The mentors each had private lounges and rarely stepped out.

Lü Ningle led them through the backstage corridor. The first room they tried was empty—Mentor Liu Taoran was off doing an interview.

“Word is that Teacher Xi is the nicest,” Lü Ningle whispered. “That’s what I’ve heard, anyway.”

“I see…” Zhou Tian nodded, not fully grasping it.

Some staff glanced at them along the way—some curious, others skeptical or even dismissive.

Lü Ningle greeted them cheerfully, warm and friendly, breaking the awkwardness.

Zhou Tian was glad to have made such a friend—she had learned a lot already.

They opened another door. It was Teacher Xi Yiyun’s room.

“Hello, Teacher Xi! We’re the performers for today’s show,” Lü Ningle said politely.

Xi Yiyun stood up. She wore her hair in a low ponytail, silver square-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Cool and intellectual, her style was minimalist and classy.

The girls introduced themselves.

Teacher Xi smiled gently. “Do your best!” She even gave them sponsor drinks from the table.

Once outside, Wen Qingying couldn’t help gushing. “She really is nice! So pretty and gentle!”

Zhou Tian and Lü Ningle nodded with smiles.

Next, they reached another lounge.

“Hello, Teacher Bai!” The three of them bowed and introduced themselves per procedure.

Bai Qianxue lounged on the couch, twirling her hair with a lazy air, as if they weren’t even there.

No response.

They all held their breath, and the room turned painfully awkward.

“So you’re Zhou Tian,” Bai Qianxue finally said, glancing at her.

“Y-yes,” Zhou Tian straightened up like a schoolgirl.

She looked up. The alpha in front of her wore flawless makeup, golden wavy hair, a black tight-fitting dress, and had a white fur blanket on her lap. She was stunning.

Zhou Tian stared in awe.

Bai Qianxue seemed about to say something but stopped when her manager, Sister Jin, handed her a glass of water.

In the end, Bai Qianxue looked away and said lazily, “Do your best.”

And once the girls left—Bai Qianxue’s expression completely changed.