Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Is Ming Siyu Actually Sick?

In the car, Ming Siyu asked, “Private doctor or public hospital?”

“Private doctor,” Liu Ran said, rubbing her waist. Public hospitals were crowded, and she feared crowded places.

Truthfully, the bone wasn’t damaged; the bruise would fade on its own in a few days. But since Ming Siyu was willing to go through the trouble, Liu Ran saw no reason to refuse. She took it as a small bit of compensation.

“Fine.” Ming Siyu turned to the driver. “Go to the First Municipal Hospital.”

The driver replied, “Understood, Director Ming.”

Liu Ran nearly choked on her own breath. “I’m fine! I’m not going anymore!”

She knew Ming Siyu had no good intentions. She’d fallen for it like an idiot again. What if she was asked to lift her clothes for an exam? What would happen if her tail was exposed?

“It seems the little wolf is very afraid of crowds.” Ming Siyu flashed a wicked smile. The faint creases at the corners of her mouth gave her an air of innocent kindness, yet evil and purity coexisted on her face, making her look paradoxically enchanting.

“Does the little wolf want to never leave the house, to be locked away by her Master forever, and speak only to her?”

Liu Ran gnashed her teeth in anger. “Don’t twist my words. First, I am not your ‘little wolf.’ Second, I don’t like speaking to you. Can you show even a shred of respect for my wishes?”

From the clothes she wore to going to this hospital, her entire life was dictated by Ming Siyu’s whims. If Ming Siyu had already made the decision, what was the point of even asking?

Ming Siyu’s lips curled again. “It’s fun this way. Also, you’d better realize soon: my wishes are your wishes.”

Liu Ran was rendered speechless by rage. Indeed, when one is in a position of weakness, they have no voice. She began to fantasize about becoming a financial tycoon, effortlessly shorting Ming Siyu’s company until the woman knelt before her, weeping and begging for mercy, repenting for all her sins…

Only then did her breathing even out.

At the hospital, Ming Siyu used her own ID to register Liu Ran and led her to the department to find a doctor. The fluid efficiency of her movements surprised Liu Ran.

She assumed a golden-spoon heiress like Ming Siyu would use private doctors or exclusive partner clinics, not appear in a crowded, public hospital. Yet Ming Siyu was so familiar with the registration and consultation process that it seemed she had been here many times before.

Liu Ran couldn’t help but recall the urgency with which Ming Siyu had pinned her down earlier. The burning gasps, the desperate touch… they looked very much like symptoms of a medical flare-up.

Is Ming Siyu actually sick?

As people bustled around them, Liu Ran unconsciously moved closer to Ming Siyu, seeking a sense of security from the only person she knew.

The doctor was a stern, middle-aged woman. Drawing the blue privacy curtain, Ming Siyu told Liu Ran to sit on the stool and expose the painful area. In the presence of a doctor, Liu Ran turned into a model student; she had a natural awe for medical professionals, feeling like a mouse before a cat.

By a stroke of luck, the silk dress had a wide enough skirt. She tucked her tail under her seat, hiding it with the fabric, exposing only the side of her waist and leg. If one didn’t look closely, the tail remained invisible.

Liu Ran held the hem of the rolled-up dress, her lips pursed and her expression tense. The cold hospital air crept over her exposed skin, and the pungent smell of disinfectant brought back memories of lying on lab tables under blinding white lights. She broke into goosebumps.

Suddenly, her hip and leg were covered by warm fabric.

Liu Ran looked up through trembling lashes to see a pale, slender hand resting on her waist. The fingertips and knuckles were tinged with a faint pink. Ming Siyu was holding her lilac blazer, using it to shield the rest of Liu Ran’s skin from view.

The blazer Ming Siyu had been wearing over her shoulders was gone. She now stood in just a lavender blouse. To ensure the jacket covered Liu Ran properly, she leaned down, her shoulder closest to Liu Ran dipping low as she impatiently urged the doctor: “Hurry up.”

An area nearly half the size of a palm was purple, scattered with pinpricks of dark red. The skin was slightly broken.

The doctor disinfected it with a cotton ball soaked in povidone-iodine. Finally, she applied a thin piece of gauze, pressed around the area, and asked Liu Ran a few questions. She said it wasn’t serious but told her to keep it clean, avoid water, and apply antibiotic ointment. She added that if Liu Ran had a keloid-prone constitution, she could prescribe something to help fade scars.

While writing the prescription, the doctor glanced at the black leather collar around Liu Ran’s neck and couldn’t help but lecture: “Even if it’s for play, you should use moderation. Just two days ago, I saw a couple who went too far—hands and feet tied to the bed and they couldn’t get the locks open. They had to call the fire department and an ambulance…”

Ming Siyu replied curtly, “A doctor’s job is to treat the illness. Stay out of the patient’s private business.”

Once finished, Liu Ran breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a close call, but no one had discovered the tail. She followed Ming Siyu to pick up the medicine. Ming Siyu walked fast in her heels, and Liu Ran hurried to keep up.

Suddenly, Ming Siyu stopped without warning, and Liu Ran nearly slammed into her.

“Something was poking you under your waist and you didn’t know enough to take it out?”

Liu Ran explained, “No, it’s because you were straddling me at the time…”

“Then couldn’t you open your mouth? You never stop talking when you’re back-talking me, but you turn mute when it actually matters?”

Liu Ran flared up. “Ming Siyu, be reasonable! I was wearing a muzzle!”

Fearing she’d be overheard, the second half of her sentence dropped to a whisper, sounding like the hum of a mosquito.

Ming Siyu paused. Then she said, “It’s all Xiao Qi’s fault.” For putting the muzzle on for no reason.

Liu Ran, driven by some inexplicable impulse to argue, insisted, “That’s because the driver was scared. Qi Zhen only put it on me for her sake.” She wanted to see who else Ming Siyu would try to blame.

“Fine,” Ming Siyu gnashed her teeth, her voice chilling. “I’ll fire the driver tomorrow and tell her it’s because you were dissatisfied with her.”

Liu Ran panicked. “Don’t…” It was her fault. She shouldn’t have tried to win a verbal spar with Ming Siyu.

Ming Siyu raised her hand again, and Liu Ran instinctively flinched back. But Ming Siyu only reached out to straighten Liu Ran’s collar.

“Only one thing about you is satisfactory: the collar looks good on you.”

The contrast of the snowy white neck against the black leather collar provided a powerful visual impact.

Only then did Liu Ran realize she had been wearing the collar this entire time. Dumbfounded, she quickly yanked up her collar to hide it. No wonder the doctor had suddenly started talking about “using moderation.”

Ming Siyu mocked, “Everyone in the hospital saw the collar on your neck. Trying to hide it now is just ‘the guilty party giving themselves away.'”

“Idiot.”

Liu Ran snapped back, “None of your business.”

Ming Siyu gripped the brim of Liu Ran’s baseball cap. The warning was clear: if she kept talking nonsense, the hat would come off, and everyone would see the wolf ears.

Liu Ran didn’t dare utter another sound, swallowing her grievances.

Over the following period, Liu Ran was called to the company from time to time. She would be pressed onto the lounge sofa and petted until her whole body trembled, forced to bite her own arm to keep from making shameful sounds.

One day, right in the office with the curtains wide open, next to the desk, Ming Siyu grabbed her ears.

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