Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 25.1

Chapter 25.1: Being Bullied on the Office Desk.

Twenty thousand yuan a month was a lot!

Liu Ran wanted to agree instantly, but she remained cautious. “I don’t know how to do anything. What made you think of letting me be your secretary?”

Ming Siyu’s gaze darkened. “My decisions do not require your questioning. If you’re unwilling, there are plenty of people fighting to be my secretary.”

Liu Ran was instantly hooked by this “scarcity marketing.” She said hurriedly, “I didn’t say I was unwilling! What day is payday? Is there a social security and housing fund?”

“The trial period is three days. If you don’t pass, you only get paid for those three days. You won’t be a secretary for long anyway; once Secretary Wen returns, you’ll resign automatically. Your salary will be paid personally by me on the day you leave. As for social security—you don’t have an ID card, so you don’t have that.”

Liu Ran wasn’t an employee hired through the formal process, so she wouldn’t enjoy any of the benefits a regular employee would.

Still, even without benefits, it was a lot. Even if she only lasted the three-day trial, that was two thousand yuan. Liu Ran confirmed one last time: “You will actually pay me, right?”

Having been tricked by Ming Siyu so many times, Liu Ran was a bit “once bitten, twice shy.” What if Ming Siyu played dirty and refused to pay her when the time came?

“How about you sign a contract with me?”

“No. Too much trouble.”

“Then… then what if you lie to me? If a contract is too much trouble, can you at least write a note for me?”

Ming Siyu ignored her completely and returned to her desk to handle a management change issue for a subsidiary.

Liu Ran followed behind her. “You have to give me some kind of proof that you’ll pay me, something in black and white. Otherwise, I won’t feel at peace working for you. Do you really want an employee who spends all day being suspicious and worried about not getting paid? If an employee’s mind isn’t on the work, efficiency will be low, and low efficiency ultimately affects the Group’s interests…”

Ming Siyu’s head throbbed again. “Shut up. You’re so noisy.”

Liu Ran shut her mouth.

A few seconds later, Ming Siyu heard the sound of sniffing behind her.

She turned around to find Liu Ran standing there, wiping away tears.

Ming Siyu felt an instant headache. “What are you crying for now?”

Liu Ran turned her back. “I just feel like… I’m going to be working for you for nothing…”

“You can choose not to do it.”

“But I want to do it…”

Ming Siyu said irritably, “You want it both ways—you’re never satisfied. I’m busy and have no time to haggle over these trivial matters. If you want to cry, get out of my sight and do it elsewhere.”

The job was slipping away. Liu Ran felt that Ming Siyu had intended to toy with her from the very beginning. Who would hire a secretary with zero experience? In her view, Ming Siyu never intended to actually let her do the job, much less pay her, which was why she made excuses to avoid leaving evidence.

Ming Siyu wasn’t just playing with her body; she wanted to exploit her labor for free. As expected, capitalists were best at exploitation.

But she really wanted some money of her own. This was a rare opportunity…

After finishing her work, Ming Siyu leaned back in her ergonomic chair and rubbed her brow, preparing to relax by petting her “fluffy.”

Liu Ran placed an A4 sheet of paper in front of her.

“I still want to try for it,” Liu Ran said, biting her lip. “You just have to sign your name on it. It’s not a hassle.”

Ming Siyu took the paper. It read: Ming Siyu agrees to employ Liu Ran as a temporary secretary at a salary of 20,000 yuan/month (including a three-day trial period), to be paid on the day of resignation.

Liu Ran had already signed her name under “Party B.” The space after the colon for “Party A” was blank, waiting for Ming Siyu’s signature.

Surprisingly, Liu Ran’s handwriting was very beautiful a graceful semi-cursive style with a sharp edge to the strokes. It was pleasing to the eye.

“Are you that short of money?”

Liu Ran thought to herself: Duh.

Admitting poverty in front of a wealthy woman like Ming Siyu wasn’t shameful. She said frankly, “I’m penniless.”

Ming Siyu picked up a pen. “Your skirt is the latest spring/summer limited edition from PR, retailing for no less than fifty thousand. Your top is a distressed pleated shirt from L, costing about twenty thousand. Your brooch is a black opal from T’s ‘Bird of Paradise’ series, hand-picked by Editor He… You’re wearing the price of an average family’s car, yet you say you’re penniless. If people heard that, they’d throw rotten eggs at you.”

Liu Ran: “…”

That was different.

But as Ming Siyu spoke, she scrawled her name behind “Party A.”

“Keep it safe. If you lose it, I’m not responsible.”

Taking the paper, Liu Ran was still in a daze. Ming Siyu had actually signed it. She had really become Ming Siyu’s temporary secretary.

For a split second, Ming Siyu actually seemed somewhat likeable.

Ming Siyu offered a “kind” reminder: “A secretary must do everything for the boss and cannot disobey orders.”

Immersed in the joy of getting the job, Liu Ran didn’t pay much attention to the words. She carefully folded the paper and tucked it into her shirt pocket. “I will work hard.”

Ming Siyu propped up her chin and said lazily, “If you perform well, there will be extra gifts as rewards.”

Liu Ran was curious. “Like what?”

Ming Siyu didn’t answer. Instead, she issued an order: “Come here. Let me touch your ears.”

Liu Ran was shocked. “That… isn’t a secretary’s duty, is it?”

“It is both your duty as a secretary and your duty as a pet.” Ming Siyu’s voice grew stern. “Come here, Liu Ran. Otherwise, you can resign right now.”

No way. She hadn’t earned a single cent yet. Liu Ran realized with a start that working for Ming Siyu had given the woman another reason to threaten her.

“Be good, Liu Ran,” Ming Siyu urged.

For the sake of her salary, Liu Ran gritted her teeth and leaned down. It wasn’t the first time, anyway. She slowly took off her hat. “Just… do it quickly…”

Before long, the sound of soft sobbing filled the office again.

That afternoon, Ming Siyu left early. She didn’t have the driver go straight home, but instead went to a nearby mall to buy some things Liu Ran would need for work.

She bought several business suits and pairs of shoes. Liu Ran was a natural clothes horse; everything looked good on her. However, business suits weren’t usually loose-fitting. After trying them on, Liu Ran would stand timidly at the door of the fitting room, afraid to turn around for fear someone would notice her tail. Only when Ming Siyu nodded would she feel like she’d been granted a pardon and rush back to change into the next set.

The process of trying on clothes was an agonizing ordeal. Liu Ran didn’t even care if she liked them; she just wanted it to end. When she finished, she quietly flipped a price tag—a single outfit cost more than her monthly salary. After trying a few sets, she refused to try any more and looked at Ming Siyu helplessly.

Ming Siyu noticed that in crowded places, Liu Ran was much more obedient and didn’t dare resist, for fear of exposing her non-human parts. When Liu Ran was obedient, Ming Siyu’s mood improved.

A shop assistant walked over with a standard smile. “Hello, ma’am. Is there an issue with the clothes? I can help.”

Liu Ran stammered, “No… Director Ming, Director Ming.”

Only then did Ming Siyu walk over slowly. The assistant tactfully gave them space. There was a line at the fitting room door; Ming Siyu was outside it, and Liu Ran was inside.

Liu Ran whispered, “Buying these clothes… is it coming out of my—”

Before she could finish, a pair of black kitten-heel pumps stepped forward. Ming Siyu’s leg hadn’t fully healed, so she had been wearing lower heels lately, making her a bit shorter than Liu Ran.

But Liu Ran instinctively backed away. With a gulp, she whispered the rest: “…out of my salary?”

Ming Siyu took another step forward. Liu Ran backed up again. Step by step, until Ming Siyu had stepped fully into the fitting room. She pulled the curtain shut behind her.

The fitting room wasn’t tiny, but with two people inside, it was cramped. The narrow space made Liu Ran nervous. Her palms were sweating. She didn’t understand why Ming Siyu had come in.

“My salary… isn’t enough to buy these clothes…”

The assistant wasn’t far away. Worried about being overheard, Liu Ran kept her voice extremely low.

“You called me in just to say that?” Ming Siyu crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. “I’m buying them for you.”

Liu Ran let out a sigh of relief. But her breath soon hitched again as Ming Siyu suddenly leaned in and placed a hand on her waist. Liu Ran’s eyes widened and she tried to back up, but she was already against the wall. The hand moved lower. Liu Ran stammered, “W-w-what are you doing!”

They were in public!

Ming Siyu blew a breath against her neck. “Shh.”

The cold air felt like a blizzard against her collar, but Liu Ran didn’t feel cold; instead, her whole body felt like it was catching fire.

“The clerk is right outside. If you don’t want to be discovered, don’t make a sound.”

The sharp collar of the shirt partially hid her collar, but the exposed skin was covered in a faint blush. The tailored jacket outlined the beautiful curves of her body. An outfit meant for professional discipline was currently yielding a sinful, alluring result.

Liu Ran’s hands instinctively clenched the hem of her clothes.

A strange sense of satisfaction rose in Ming Siyu’s heart. She loved seeing Liu Ran like this shameful yet helpless, forced to endure whatever was asked of her. As if some heinous crime were about to be committed.

Liu Ran was frozen, not daring to move.

The base of her tail was given a firm squeeze. Her whole body jolted, and a small muffled groan was trapped behind her teeth.

“Don’t…”

Only a curtain separated them. She could even hear the sound of the assistant handling paper bags and hangers outside. If Ming Siyu chose to bully her in a place like this, should she resist or endure it silently? In the tiny space, their breathing and heartbeats were magnified manifold. Liu Ran looked down; all she could see were Ming Siyu’s sleek trousers and those diamond-encrusted kitten heels facing her own white flat sneakers. She felt dizzy.

As Liu Ran’s mind raced, Ming Siyu stopped. She withdrew her hand calmly, as if she had done nothing at all, opened the curtain, and walked out.

Liu Ran leaned against the wall, her legs weak and covered in a thin layer of sweat. She heard Ming Siyu’s clear voice from outside: “…Yes, including the set she’s wearing. When she changes out of it, take that and the others she tried on.”

After buying clothes and shoes, Liu Ran followed Ming Siyu, carrying several bags, to buy a phone.

She took a fancy to a dark green phone from an imaging series and stroked it for a long time. After four years, she would finally have her own communication device again.

Just as she was about to subtly express her wish, she saw Ming Siyu pointing to an Aurora White business-series phone and asking the clerk for a new one.

The model Ming Siyu picked was one Liu Ran knew all too well—it was the same one Ming Siyu used every day. The only difference was that Ming Siyu’s was Starry Black.

In Liu Ran’s eyes, the business model wasn’t as good-looking as the imaging series. More importantly, she didn’t want the same phone as Ming Siyu.

But the person who wasn’t paying had no right to speak. Liu Ran reluctantly played with the phone she liked a bit more. Everything had to be as Ming Siyu said: the clothes were picked by her, the phone was chosen by her, even the food Liu Ran ate was her leftovers. Ming Siyu never took her opinions seriously or rather, Ming Siyu never even considered that she might have her own thoughts.

Still, Liu Ran was quite happy to get a new phone. She played with it for a bit and found that a SIM card had already been installed.

Ming Siyu said she had put a secondary card she didn’t use much into Liu Ran’s phone.

“That card is tied to my identity. I’ve set it to ‘linked mode.’ Any messages or calls you receive or send, or any social media accounts you bind to it… I can check them all. So, you’d better stay honest and don’t get any ideas you shouldn’t have.”

Liu Ran’s heart sank. This meant that even her phone usage would be under Ming Siyu’s surveillance.

To make matters worse, Ming Siyu took the phone from her hand and tapped on it a few times. When she handed it back, there was a four-digit lock screen code: 0630.

Ming Siyu said, “The code is my birthday. Don’t change it, so I can check your phone whenever I want. I’ve left my number in the contacts; don’t call me unless it’s something truly important.”

Opening the contacts, she found a lone entry: A-Master.

Liu Ran suddenly felt the new phone was quite dull. It was Ming Siyu this, Ming Siyu that; she might as well just engrave “Ming Siyu” on her collar.

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