Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Was She Exploited by Ming Siyu?

This time, it was Liu Ran’s lip that got bitten.

Mindful of the last time she had made Ming Siyu bleed, Liu Ran had controlled herself no matter how frantic the kiss became. Ming Siyu, however, had no such reservations. Once she’d had her fill, she bit down hard on Liu Ran’s cupid’s bow.

Both of them had blood on their lips.

Liu Ran resentfully pulled a tissue from the pack Ming Siyu had given her and pressed it against her bleeding lip. Her anger had subsided, replaced by a muffled mumble: “You’re the one who’s like a dog, biting people so skillfully.”

She tossed the rest of the pack back.

Ming Siyu, acting as if the pack was now “contaminated” because Liu Ran had touched it, swiped it onto the floor with a flick of her hand. Then, she extended the tip of her tongue, tracing her lips to lick away every drop of Liu Ran’s blood.

The fresh copper taste mixed with the saltiness of tears, creating a strange flavor profile.

“This is what you owe me,” Ming Siyu said.

Liu Ran was speechless. “When did I owe you another bite?”

“The hospital,” Ming Siyu reminded her. “You agreed to ‘blood for blood’.”

It took Liu Ran a moment to remember. That was after she’d impulsively bitten Ming Siyu and then angered her into a hospital stay. Out of pity for the “patient,” Liu Ran had backed down and offered a form of compensation.

“But you already slapped me back then! That was the compensation!”

Ming Siyu replied with total composure, “I did slap you, yes. But that slap was punishment for biting me. That time, I didn’t draw blood, so ‘blood for blood’ wasn’t fulfilled. The compensation was automatically deferred.”

Liu Ran: “You—”

Fine. Ming Siyu always had a mountain of twisted logic. If she wanted to, she could argue that black was white. Liu Ran finally realized why she always lost these arguments: she had a sense of shame, whereas Ming Siyu had none—and was proud of it.

Liu Ran rubbed her bitten lip through the tissue. It stung. When she pulled the tissue away, a bright red stain had bloomed like a flower. She folded it to a clean side, pressed it back, and started brushing the dusty shoe prints off her black trousers.

Having just cried, her voice was thick and nasally: “Anyway, don’t call me those names anymore.”

Ming Siyu played dumb. “Which ones?”

Liu Ran swallowed her frustration. “Those ‘Miss’ names.”

Ming Siyu didn’t give a definitive answer. “Oh. Depends on my mood. After all, what I call you is my freedom.”

For the rest of the drive, Liu Ran managed to soothe herself.

She was officially resigning tomorrow anyway. Today was likely the last time she’d see Secretary Lin and the others, so it didn’t matter what they thought of her.

But unfortunately, that night, the “horror movie aftereffects” kicked in.

Liu Ran dreamed she was using the bathroom at Ming Siyu’s house. Not the guest one downstairs, but the master bathroom. She had sneaked in while Ming Siyu was away and sat on Ming Siyu’s exclusive toilet.

She didn’t know why she was doing something so creepy in the dream, but dreams are rarely logical.

While washing her hands, she checked herself in the mirror. The bathroom light was a sickly, pale white. Suddenly, she noticed her upper lip was bleeding. She touched it, but there was nothing there. The blood was on the mirror, dripping exactly where her reflection’s lip was.

She tried to run, hearing the front door open and the sound of high heels downstairs Ming Siyu was home. If she was caught sneaking into the master bath, she was dead. But her legs felt like they were set in concrete. More and more blood appeared on the mirror, turning from drops into streams… and along those streams, tiny cracks appeared, multiplying her reflection into a thousand jagged pieces.

Then, a pair of thin, pale hands pried their way out from the center of the mirror, followed by an arm, then hair… Ming Siyu didn’t take the stairs or the elevator; she came up through the bathroom drainage pipes, eventually tearing through the mirror to lean out.

“Who gave you permission to use my bathroom… Miss Face… hehe…”

She woke up with a start. It was only 2:00 AM. She had drunk water before bed and really needed to go, but she didn’t dare move, terrified the dream would come true. The large duplex was dark, save for a few floor lamps. Their usually warm glow now felt eerie. For the first time, Liu Ran felt the house was too big less a home, more a playground for ghosts.

She held it in until dawn when Qi Zhen got up to prepare breakfast. Liu Ran bolted into the bathroom like it was her salvation.

With dark circles under her eyes, she thought miserably: If I ever watch another horror movie, I’m a dog.

She accompanied Ming Siyu to the office. On the way, she looked at the driver and suddenly realized: the driver had been there yesterday during their “scuffle” in the car.

She had been so blinded by rage she’d completely forgotten the driver existed. He must have heard everything… Her heart turned to ash. Was there any dignity left for her to lose?

At the office, Secretary Wen gave her usual report. Then, she presented Ming Siyu with a beautiful paper bag—souvenirs from her wedding trip to a tropical island: a handmade silk scarf, premium fruit tea… a gesture of goodwill from afar.

Additionally, there was a set of mineral pigments with a strong sense of history.

Liu Ran hadn’t expected a gift for herself. While Ming Siyu was on a call, she went to the secretary’s office to handle the handover. There wasn’t much to do, but Secretary Wen listened patiently as Liu Ran repeated her summary. Then, Wen took an opaque bag from her drawer and handed it to her.

“I have one too?” Liu Ran asked, pleasantly surprised.

Marriage seemed to have softened Secretary Wen’s sharp edges. She didn’t look up from her keyboard. “My wife prepared them; every colleague got one.”

“Thank you.” Liu Ran clutched the bag. Seeing Wen was busy, she prepared to leave.

“Secretary Liu,” Wen suddenly called out. “Did Director Ming faint and go to the hospital while I was away?”

The time I angered her, Liu Ran thought guiltily. She nodded. “Once, but she was out in less than a day…”

She worried Wen would lecture her. Instead, Wen frowned slightly and glanced at her. “No one is made of iron. Director Ming is an Omega; their physical constitution is naturally a bit weaker, and she is no exception. Secretary Liu, you spend every day with her. If you can, please persuade her to rest more. She shouldn’t keep working herself into illness.”

Liu Ran caught the underlying meaning. Working herself into illness?

So, Ming Siyu hadn’t fainted because of her anger, but because of exhaustion?

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Ming Siyu had been on a business trip right before the faint, and she’d looked pale that day. Liu Ran hadn’t noticed because Ming Siyu was always pale without makeup, but now she realized that paleness was excessive.

If Ming Siyu had fainted from exhaustion, then Liu Ran had been “scammed” out of a kiss! Ming Siyu was the ultimate big-tailed wolf lying without blinking, letting Liu Ran feel guilty just so she could “claim compensation.”

But fainting after just two days of business travel… her body is too fragile.

Liu Ran’s old suspicions returned. “Secretary Wen, does Director Ming have some kind of illness? If she does, could you tell me? I’d like to be more careful.”

Secretary Wen’s expression shifted instantly. She looked up with a stern, icy gaze. “Secretary Liu, do not ask what you shouldn’t. Director Ming’s health is perfectly fine.”

Liu Ran left the office with her gift. Fine, no illness then. No need to be so harsh. She’d only asked out of concern.

She opened her gift. It was a denim baseball cap with two “ears” on top. Reaching inside, she found the ears were hollow. She swapped her old hat for the new one; her wolf ears fit perfectly inside the denim ones. They could stand up comfortably instead of being squashed and aching all day.

Reflected in the hallway glass, the hat looked chic and cute—like a normal fashion choice with decorative ears. No one would guess real ears were hidden inside.

Liu Ran immediately forgave Wen’s sternness. She figured Wen was just protecting her “generous boss” (who gives ten-day wedding leaves) from rumors.

She carefully tucked the new hat away. It felt custom-made, so she’d save it for a special day.

Noon arrived, and Ming Siyu still hadn’t mentioned her wages.

Holding her neatly folded wage guarantee, Liu Ran worried the “busy” Director Ming had forgotten. When she saw Ming Siyu lean back and rub her temples, Liu Ran spoke up: “Director Ming, I’ve finished the handover with Secretary Wen.”

“Mhm,” Ming Siyu replied lazily, either genuinely or performatively missing the point.

“I can officially resign now,” Liu Ran added. “Wages need to be settled before I leave.”

“Mhm, I know.” Still, she made no move to pay.

Liu Ran realized she was being toyed with. She marched forward and slammed the signed paper onto the desk. “Director Ming, I want my wages. You promised.”

The A4 paper was frayed at the edges from how many times Liu Ran had touched it.

Ming Siyu propped her chin on her hand. “When did I promise you that?”

Liu Ran panicked. Was she going to welch on the deal? “You signed it yourself! It’s right here in black and white: ‘Wages to be paid upon resignation.’ I’m resigning today!”

How could she? Liu Ran had worked thirteen days for a total of 8,667 yuan. Ming Siyu could buy a 2.8 million yuan sofa on a whim how could she cheat her out of this?

“First of all,” Ming Siyu said casually, “‘Paid upon resignation.’ I haven’t agreed to your resignation today, so who said today is your last day? Second, there’s a signature but no official seal. How do you prove I signed this and you didn’t just forge it? Forging a signature is a legal offense.”

Liu Ran was stunned. Half a month of hard work, and she was getting “white-labored”? Even though she’d received something more valuable than money the chance to see her mother Ming Siyu’s sheer malice exceeded her imagination.

She had been too desperate for the money to think about seals or legalities, and she’d assumed that while Ming Siyu’s character was questionable, she was never stingy.

Losing the job was sad, but the wages were her only consolation. She’d looked forward to it for days, compromising over and over just for that check… Ming Siyu called her a puppy, but she was truly treating her like one.

I’ve been exploited by Ming Siyu.

Liu Ran’s body trembled with rage. Before she could speak, tears began to fall. She wiped them away with her sleeve. “You know perfectly well if I forged it or not. You only bully me! I organized your files, made your coffee, went to the sites… I did everything you asked, and in the end, you won’t pay me… wuh wuh…”

Ming Siyu hadn’t expected such a strong reaction to a joke. She was just tired and wanted some “cute seasoning” for her boring workday.

Liu Ran’s lip still had the wound from last night; when she cried and pouted, the cut would sting, making her quickly tuck her lip back in it was hilarious.

Ming Siyu tapped a few times on her phone and tossed it onto the desk. “Fine. What kind of Alpha is such a crybaby? Can’t even take a joke. No fun at all.”

Liu Ran felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw a WeChat message from Ming Siyu. She had to wipe her eyes several times to see it clearly.

Transfer: 20,000 Yuan.

Instantly transported from hell to heaven, Liu Ran sniffled. “Director Ming… this is… it’s too much… it wasn’t that much…”

Ming Siyu sneered. “Return it if you don’t want it.”

“I want it! I want it!” Fearing Ming Siyu would take it back, she tapped ‘Accept’ immediately. She checked her balance, unable to believe it.

Realizing she’d been teased, she muttered, “Is bullying me that fun?”

Ming Siyu admitted it frankly: “Very fun.”

Whatever. She paid. “Thank you, Director Ming.”

Ming Siyu’s lips curled. She calls me ‘Director Ming’ when there’s money and ‘You you you’ when there isn’t. A mercenary little wolf.

However, having Liu Ran around had truly improved her condition. When her Skin Hunger (Furry Hunger) flared up, she no longer had to rush away to find low-quality substitutes scarves, plushies, furs to wrap herself in and claw at. Those episodes used to last an hour and feel like a mix of terror and madness. It was like a toothache; when it didn’t hurt, you forgot it, but when it did, the world was only pain.

Liu Ran was more effective than all her previous substitutes combined. Touching those soft ears or the bushy tail, feeling the warmth of a living being… it was like lying naked in a forest of fur. All her anxiety and panic were swallowed by softness.

If only I’d found the little wolf sooner. But Ming Siyu believed good things were worth the wait.

Liu Ran wiped her face. “Director Ming, then in the future, I…”

“You come to the office with me every day,” Ming Siyu said. This way, she could touch the fur whenever she wanted. She sometimes wished for an Alice in Wonderland potion to shrink Liu Ran to palm-size so she could carry her in her pocket everywhere.

Liu Ran’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean I’m still the secretary?”

The next second, the dream shattered. “I need to watch you personally. To make sure you don’t run off.”

So, I still have to clock in every day, but I don’t get paid. Liu Ran’s eyes dimmed again.

Seeing her disappointment, Ming Siyu frowned. She was Liu Ran’s Master, but Liu Ran seemed to treat money as her Master.

When will she learn that pleasing me is her only way out?

But money was a good tool for taming. Like the dog owned by He Qiange’s sister it didn’t know how to sit or shake at first, but with treats, it eventually learned to offer its paw the moment it saw a snack. She would turn money into “treats.” She’d find the one thing Liu Ran couldn’t resist, making her crawl back to beg for more. That kind of taming was far more interesting than brute force—especially since Liu Ran’s previous two masters had already proven that she wouldn’t yield to violence.

But first, she needed to know why Liu Ran needed money. A dog wants treats out of greed; a human wants money for many reasons.

“Liu Ran, tell me why you want money. The truth.”

Liu Ran didn’t know why she was asking. But there was no way in hell she’d tell her the truth. “Because I’m poor. I don’t have money, and I want things I don’t have.”

Ming Siyu found the answer insincere. The little wolf lacked many things, but nothing triggered such a strong reaction as money. She’d even sacrifice her dignity for it.

Then, Liu Ran’s phone rang. A string of numbers without a contact name flashed on the screen.

Liu Ran’s face went pale. It was Auntie Chen’s number. She hadn’t saved it to keep Ming Siyu from knowing, but she knew it by heart.

Ming Siyu remembered yesterday when Liu Ran tried to give Jian Huaici her contact card. If I hadn’t been there, would they be chatting now? As ‘peers’ with ‘much to talk about’?

“I am the Master,” Ming Siyu thought. “Everything she does must be with my permission.”

Before Ming Siyu could speak, Liu Ran hit ‘Decline.’ “Don’t know them. Probably a scammer.”

Ming Siyu watched the screen go black. The call didn’t come back. She didn’t force Liu Ran to call back on speaker, but she gave her a warning.

“Little wolf, remember that the phone you use was bought by me, and the SIM card is in my name. Who you add, who you text, and who you call must be approved by me. I don’t want to see a repeat of yesterday’s mistake with Jian Huaici.”

A cold sweat broke out on Liu Ran’s back. She was uncomfortable, but her mind was racing—Is something wrong with Mom?

She nodded mindlessly. She didn’t dare tell Ming Siyu about her mother; she already had too many weaknesses. If her mother fell into Ming Siyu’s hands, she’d be forced to do anything. She couldn’t take that risk.

After lunch, Liu Ran used the excuse of a headache from lack of sleep to go downstairs for coffee. Ming Siyu agreed.

Once Liu Ran left, the sofa looked empty. Only her laptop remained. Ming Siyu walked over, opened it, and checked the search history.

It was empty. Everything had been cleared.

Ming Siyu restrained the urge to smash the laptop. She’s hiding things. Even being together twenty-four hours a day, the little wolf was doing things behind her back. Why else would an honest person delete their history?

Does she think deleting it means I can’t see it?

Ming Siyu called Secretary Wen and told her to take the laptop to the IT department to recover the history. She also gave her the phone number Liu Ran had declined and told her to find out who it belonged to.

Anyone else could have secrets from her, but not Liu Ran.

Liu Ran pretended her phone died and borrowed a phone from a café worker to call Auntie Chen. Fortunately, her mother hadn’t had a crisis; Bai Yu had simply woken up for a few minutes, muttered some nonsense, and fallen back asleep. Auntie Chen just wanted Liu Ran to hear her voice. Liu Ran lied and said she was in a meeting, then asked her to record a video or audio if it happened again.

When she returned, she saw the laptop was gone. Panic flared, then subsided when she remembered she’d deleted everything. She asked Ming Siyu where it was; Ming Siyu replied expressionlessly that IT was upgrading the system.

By that afternoon, Ming Siyu received the report.

The IT staff had recovered everything hundreds of pages of categorized screenshots: mini-games, entertainment news, legal questions, and some very private searches, like: Is breast swelling and pain normal for an Alpha in heat?

They also found the owner of the phone number: Chen Liaoqing, a retired human rights lawyer who had handled over a dozen high-profile cases. She currently lived at the Huaici Sanatorium.

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