Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Bad Woman!!!

The shred of pity Liu Ran felt for Ming Siyu lasted exactly for the one-hour drive back; the moment they reached home, it vanished into thin air.

Because Ming Siyu ordered her to write a work report.

Liu Ran had to list every single task she had performed as a secretary during this period, complete with a summary, insights, reflections on her shortcomings, and future expectations and plans.

Liu Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I’ve been a secretary for less than half a month! What useful thing could I possibly write? Besides, I don’t even have a computer right now.”

Ming Siyu ignored her fury. “Handwritten, or use your phone’s memo app—I don’t care. Submit it before off-duty tomorrow.”

With that, Ming Siyu went off to take a leisurely bath.

Liu Ran sat on the sofa, staring blankly at an empty notebook. She thought about doing it tomorrow, but worried she’d be too busy, so she decided to finish at least sixty percent of it tonight.

She spun the pen rhythmically between her fingers, racking her brain over the template Ming Siyu had sent. She wrote: As Ming Siyu’s temporary secretary…

She didn’t like it. She crossed it out and rewrote: As Director Ming’s temporary secretary…

Crossed out again. The pen tip left a jagged scratch on the paper.

Liu Ran pulled out her phone to ask an AI for help. The AI suggested that if she couldn’t remember her tasks, she could use “immersive recall”: close your eyes, imagine starting your workday, think about who you walked into the office with, what you discussed after opening your laptop… the brain would automatically recall the most significant moments.

She closed her eyes. Ming Siyu’s office appeared before her.

She saw herself being pressed by Ming Siyu onto the sofa, the desk, in the lounge, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with the curtains drawn…

Ming Siyu always had one palm pressed against the back of her hand, while the other hand toyed with her wolf ears or tail. Their bodies were so close, their breaths intermingled, the scent of fresh, sharp snow after a blizzard invading her senses.

“Be good, little wolf.” “Obey. Don’t move.” “No going into heat.”

Liu Ran snapped her eyes open. Her breathing was heavy, and her ears were burning.

The AI said I’d recall the most significant work! Why is it all just Ming Siyu doing this and that to me? That’s not “work”! Stupid AI.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to eject those images from her mind.

It took a long time before she could settle down to write again. She tried a “central mapping” method. Since she was Ming Siyu’s temporary secretary, the center of her work was naturally… Ming Siyu…

This time, she successfully recalled quite a few things. She outlined her thoughts, but as she prepared to commit them to paper, she noticed she had subconsciously written “Ming Siyu” several times across the clean page.

Liu Ran hurriedly tore the page out, scribbled over the names, and then, feeling it wasn’t enough to vent her frustration, wrote in thick, bold letters: BAD WOMAN!!!

She crumpled the paper and tossed it. After finishing an 800-word summary, she felt mentally drained. Making sure no one was around, she carefully lifted a corner of the sofa cushion and pulled out another neatly folded A4 paper the wage guarantee Ming Siyu had signed for her and tucked it in with the report. With her departure looming, she felt a strange sense of melancholy. If she wasn’t Ming Siyu’s secretary, she didn’t know what she would do next.

Qi Zhen passed by with a glass of water. Seeing Liu Ran dazed on the sofa, she reminded her to go shower. Ming Siyu’s house had two floors: the first floor had the living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry, and study. Qi Zhen’s room was also on the first floor, with an attached bathroom. Liu Ran used the guest shower near Qi Zhen’s room.

As for the second floor, Liu Ran only knew it contained Ming Siyu’s bedroom, the “dark room” used for punishments, and a rooftop garden. Since moving onto the sofa, she had almost never set foot up there.

It was late. As Liu Ran went to shower, she asked Qi Zhen what the water was for.

“It’s for the Eldest Miss,” Qi Zhen said. “She has a habit of drinking a glass of water before bed.”

Liu Ran gave an “Oh” and headed for the bathroom. Qi Zhen stopped her, asking if she wanted to ask Ming Siyu to clear out a spare bedroom for her. The house was big, and there were empty rooms on the first floor.

Liu Ran had almost gotten used to the sofa. It was big and comfortable, not much different from a bed. Privacy was the only issue. She suspected her sleeping in the living room might be inconveniencing Qi Zhen, so she mentioned it to Ming Siyu the next morning on the way to the office.

Ming Siyu was browsing through messages and gave a distracted “We’ll see,” and that was that.

Before the end of the day, Liu Ran handed in her work summary along with the wage guarantee. Ming Siyu skimmed the summary; the handwriting was pleasant to look at, so she set it aside by her computer. Liu Ran couldn’t help but remind her: “Director Ming, the wages.”

“Secretary Wen isn’t back yet. You haven’t officially left your post.”

Liu Ran pressed her: “Secretary Wen returns tomorrow, so do I leave tomorrow? Does tomorrow count as a paid workday?”

“It counts,” Ming Siyu replied while typing. “You need to properly hand over your duties to Secretary Wen, Secretary Liu.”

The title “Secretary Liu” made Liu Ran’s ears tingle.

One extra day meant another 600-plus yuan. Liu Ran felt she was getting a pretty good deal.

The next day, Secretary Wen was back. However, Liu Ran didn’t get a chance to go to the office to do the handover. Early that morning, she drove with Ming Siyu to a neighboring city to inspect a factory under construction. They were accompanied by a secretary from the real estate company, Secretary Lin, and a construction director in another car.

Jian Huaijin had brought a few technicians for a field inspection.

In the car, Liu Ran said tentatively, “I’ll go back to the office tomorrow to finish the handover with Secretary Wen.” Another 600 yuan.

Ming Siyu scoffed. “What little you did hardly requires a ‘handover’.”

Liu Ran cited “official procedure”: “You said yourself yesterday that I had to hand it over properly.”

Ming Siyu didn’t bother responding.

After a nearly three-hour drive, they arrived around noon. The groups arrived almost simultaneously. Jian Huaici was there with Jian Huaijin; the moment she stepped out of the car, she rushed to the side, clutched her chest, and started vomiting.

Jian Huaijin gave Ming Siyu a hurried greeting and ran to take care of her sister. The sun was intense; it was nearly forty degrees Celsius. Secretary Lin held an umbrella for Ming Siyu, but since Ming Siyu was 170cm and Lin was a few centimeters shorter, holding the umbrella looked like a struggle.

Seeing Lin struggling, Liu Ran reached out. “Let me.”

Taking the umbrella, Liu Ran stood behind Ming Siyu. Fortunately, Jian Huaici soon finished vomiting. She looked like a wilted little plant under the sun, eyes watery. Jian Huaijin led her over. “Sorry, Huaici has motion sickness. I’ve booked a hotel. Let’s rest and have a light lunch first, then check the site in the afternoon.”

The weather was indeed too hot, so Ming Siyu agreed. They headed to the hotel Jian Huaijin had booked. Not only had she reserved a private dining room, but she’d also booked several executive suites for afternoon naps.

In the dining room, Jian Huaici looked better after some juice. When no one was looking, she gave Liu Ran a playful wink. Liu Ran checked Ming Siyu, who was focused on Jian Huaijin. Keeping her arm under the table, Liu Ran gave a small wave with just her hand.

When the food arrived, the business talk died down. Both Jian Huaijin and Ming Siyu had little interest in alcohol, so with no drinking required, everyone relaxed.

A platter of fresh scampi was served. Jian Huaici picked one up but didn’t want to get her hands dirty, trying to separate the meat from the shell with chopsticks. The shell was too hard. Jian Huaijin naturally took the shrimp from her sister’s plate, peeled it expertly in seconds, and placed the whole piece of meat back for her.

Liu Ran watched Jian Huaijin’s technique intently. She’d never had this kind of shrimp before and wanted to try it. After watching two, she felt she’d learned. She picked one up and started peeling. Ming Siyu sat to her left, eating very little as usual. Secretary Lin, on her right, leaned in and whispered so only they could hear: “Secretary Liu, are you peeling that for Director Ming?”

Liu Ran was so startled the shrimp slipped. It hit the plate with a loud clatter. Everyone sitting nearby looked over.

Once they turned back to their food, Liu Ran picked the shrimp up again and explained awkwardly to Lin, “No, it’s for me.”

“You’re not peeling for her? Director Ming likes shrimp, she’s just too lazy to do it herself. Since she takes such good care of you at work, I thought you’d take care of her in private.”

The more Liu Ran heard, the more wrong it felt. Take care of her in private? What is Lin thinking? And Ming Siyu hadn’t “taken care” of her at work she was literally getting fired tomorrow!

But then she realized Lin’s suspicion was logical. A high school graduate with no experience suddenly becoming Ming Siyu’s secretary? No one would believe there wasn’t “something else” going on.

Secretary Lin kept nudging her with her elbow, nodding toward Ming Siyu’s plate.

Liu Ran almost wanted to peel the shrimp and shove it into Lin’s plate.

She finally managed to extract a perfect shrimp tail. Just as she was about to eat it, Ming Siyu suddenly picked up her own side-plate. She held it out between them, leaving Liu Ran bewildered.

With her chopsticks holding the shrimp tail, she didn’t know whether to eat it or give it up.

Liu Ran figured Ming Siyu had heard the conversation with Lin and assumed the shrimp was for her, so she naturally moved her plate closer. Or, Ming Siyu hadn’t heard but just wanted shrimp and was too lazy to peel, so she was claiming the one already prepared.

Liu Ran’s first instinct was to eat it herself. She peeled it! If she’d known Ming Siyu would hijack it, she wouldn’t have bothered. But with ten people present and the boss holding out a plate… if she ignored her, would Ming Siyu be embarrassed or angry?

The plate was still there…

Heart aching, Liu Ran placed the shrimp on Ming Siyu’s plate. Her hard-earned snack was gone.

Looking up, she caught a slightly surprised look in Ming Siyu’s eyes. At the same time, a server reached from behind them to take the plate Ming Siyu was holding.

Liu Ran realized instantly—Ming Siyu hadn’t been asking for the shrimp. She had lifted the plate to make it easier for the server to replace it with a clean one.

Liu Ran wanted to vanish into the floor.

Of course! She’d touched that shrimp tail with her own chopsticks. She was usually the one eating Ming Siyu’s leftovers; why would Ming Siyu ever eat something touched by her chopsticks?

Liu Ran was so mortified she could cry. She looked away, staring at her own plate and shoving whatever was there into her mouth, chewing mechanically while hoping the server would just leave with the plate already.

But Ming Siyu didn’t let go of the plate.

She pulled the plate back from the server, picked up her chopsticks, took the shrimp tail Liu Ran had placed there, dipped it in sauce, and ate it. Only then did she let the server swap the plate.

Having done all that, Ming Siyu chewed elegantly and swallowed. She wiped the corner of her mouth and didn’t look at Liu Ran for the rest of the meal.

Liu Ran didn’t understand why Ming Siyu had suddenly eaten something she’d touched. Was it a misunderstanding? Did she really like shrimp? Or something else?

It was awkward to ask. Ming Siyu likely didn’t think twice about it, but she had saved Liu Ran from humiliation. Everyone else would think the shrimp was intended for the boss all along.

The rest of the meal felt tasteless. Liu Ran peeled another shrimp for herself, but when she ate it, it wasn’t as good as she’d imagined.

She looked at Ming Siyu with confusion. As lunch ended, Secretary Lin whispered again: “See? told you she likes shrimp.”

Jian Huaijin had booked the remaining executive suites. Liu Ran received a key card, which happened to be directly across from Ming Siyu’s. They were at the end of the hall. Everyone else had already entered their rooms.

Just as Liu Ran pulled out her card, Ming Siyu said: “Liu Ran, come to my room.”

Summer afternoons made people sleepy. Liu Ran wanted to rest. “Director Ming, aren’t you going to nap?”

Ming Siyu knocked three times on her own door. “Be good. Come here.”

Dejected, Liu Ran followed her inside. Once in, Ming Siyu told her to take off her hat. “No one but me is looking now. No need to hide.”

Liu Ran obeyed. Ming Siyu then looked at her shirt, which was buttoned all the way to the top. “Aren’t you hot? Undo two buttons. Being buttoned to the top is ugly.”

Liu Ran insisted: “No. If I undo them, the collar will show.” She didn’t want the collar with Ming Siyu’s initials exposed to the world.

“Show me,” Ming Siyu ordered.

After the scampi incident at lunch, Liu Ran’s resistance was at an all-time low. Embarrassed, she slowly undid the top two buttons. The open collar revealed “MSY,” the diamonds catching the light.

Ming Siyu pointed to the sofa. “Sit.”

Once Liu Ran sat, Ming Siyu leaned in. Her fingertips brushed Liu Ran’s neck as she toyed with the collar. Liu Ran felt a tickle and swallowed hard. Her throat bobbed under Ming Siyu’s finger. The neck is the most vulnerable part of an animal; exposing it like this made her feel incredibly uneasy.

Ming Siyu’s perfume was perfect for summer a cold, sharp scent that evoked white snow and biting air. Visually and through scent, it felt like the temperature dropped several degrees. But Liu Ran, in the air-conditioned room, felt like she was being scorched under a magnifying glass.

She couldn’t guess what Ming Siyu wanted. Her mind was a chaotic blank.

Seeing Ming Siyu looking only at her neck, Liu Ran’s gaze instinctively drifted down. Because Ming Siyu was leaning over, her own collar hung loose. Liu Ran’s eyes traveled past the blue fabric and caught a sudden, unexpected glimpse of what lay beneath the inner garment.

Her breath hitched. She jerked her head away.

Ming Siyu gave a dissatisfied “Tsk.” “Don’t move.”

Liu Ran bit her lip, face burning. Some people were just gifted. Ming Siyu was thin—her body fat was clearly below average and yet she was so full-chested.

Ming Siyu admired the collar for a moment before letting go. It carried the little wolf’s warmth, and the soft leather felt good. The initials on it silently declared Liu Ran’s ownership.

She remembered Liu Ran peeling the shrimp for her. The shrimp tail had been placed on a plate she was about to discard. She’d intended to throw it away, but seeing Liu Ran’s pleading look and thinking of how long she’d struggled with those hard shells… Ming Siyu admitted this clumsy attempt to please her was effective. She liked it.

When the little wolf didn’t bite and tried to please her, she was actually quite likeable.

Ming Siyu straightened up and reached for Liu Ran’s head. Liu Ran lowered her head, but her wolf ears seemed to have radar; the moment the hand approached, they flattened back. Since she wasn’t currently suffering from Skin Hunger, Ming Siyu paused, then simply patted Liu Ran’s head.

Like how He Qiange patted her sister’s dog.

Liu Ran looked up, eyes wide. Her lips were slightly parted, showing the white tips of her canines like two small pearls. She was confused. Why isn’t she touching my ears? Why my head?

The next moment, her chin was scratched a few times.

Liu Ran understood. Ming Siyu was petting her like a puppy.

She brushed Ming Siyu’s hand away. “I’m not a dog. Is there anything else? If not, I want to go nap.”

Ming Siyu: “Find a movie for me to watch.” “You aren’t sleeping?” Ming Siyu shook her head.

But I want to sleep, Liu Ran thought. But she couldn’t. Ming Siyu was still her boss, and she sensed their current atmosphere was in a state of delicate harmony. She didn’t want to break it, so she compromised.

There was a theater room in the suite. Liu Ran turned on the projector and started browsing. “Which one, Director Ming?”

“Whatever,” Ming Siyu replied, fiddling with her phone. “What genre?” “Anything.”

Liu Ran: “…”

Fine. Don’t blame me then.

Liu Ran immediately chose a horror movie with a 9.7 rating. The film bore the “Ming Studios” logo a production from Ming Siyu’s family group a few years ago. Liu Ran secretly hoped it would be scary enough to leave a permanent mark on Ming Siyu so she wouldn’t be forced into “movie time” during naps ever again.

The theater had only one long sofa. Ming Siyu lay across it, taking up the whole space. Liu Ran took a cushion and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Less than ten minutes in, Liu Ran was so terrified by the ghost on screen that her sleepiness vanished, her face pale in the flickering light. She looked back at Ming Siyu, who was lounging calmly, propping her chin on her elbow. She wasn’t watching a horror movie during a break; she looked like a judge grading a film.

Regret absolute regret. Liu Ran had dug her own grave. She wanted to scare Ming Siyu, but she was the one terrified.

She endured a bit longer, but even with her eyes closed, she could hear the sounds. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom. Just as she stood up, a ghost in white smashed a bathroom mirror on screen and started crawling out. The screen was so big and clear it felt like the ghost was crawling toward her face. Liu Ran shuddered, gasped, and started hiccuping.

And now, she didn’t dare go to the bathroom.

Seeing her sit back down halfway, Ming Siyu asked, “Not going?”

“Oh, I suddenly… don’t really want to go anymore.”

“You’re scared. Liu Ran, you chose this movie yourself. You should be like me and enjoy it.”

Liu Ran gritted her teeth between hiccups. “Yes… I enjoy it…”

Ming Siyu: “If you enjoy it, watch it properly. Stop covering your eyes.”

Liu Ran was filled with grief and indignation. She could see it now—Ming Siyu was doing this on purpose. She knew she was scared and was deliberately making her watch it, with no intention of changing the movie.

Ming Siyu never left any room for mercy. Liu Ran was certain: the more miserable she looked, the happier Ming Siyu became.

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