Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Surveillance, Control, Confinement, Defamation…

While Ming Siyu browsed through the PPT on her computer, Liu Ran had reverted to her pre-secretary state of boredom, left with nothing to do but play on her phone.

She opened her contacts: only Ming Siyu. She opened WeChat: besides the “File Transfer Helper,” only Ming Siyu.

Bored out of her mind, she checked Ming Siyu’s Moments, only to find the setting “Friends can only view the last month of posts,” and the page was completely empty.

She stole a glance at Ming Siyu. Seeing her staring intently at the screen, Liu Ran felt a pang of guilt regarding the declined call. Ming Siyu’s demands were unreasonable, yes, but her own clandestine behavior was another matter.

Liu Ran opened her chat with Ming Siyu. The latest message was the accepted 20,000 yuan transfer.

Liu Ran felt she had truly been “gaslit” for too long; by comparison, she actually thought Ming Siyu wasn’t that bad. Her mouth was a bit foul, and her hands were way too touchy, but she hadn’t left Liu Ran covered in bruises like her first two buyers, nor had she locked her in a basement or a tiny room. She had even given her money.

Liu Ran stared at the transfer, dazed. She unconsciously nibbled on the pencil in her hand, accidentally brushing the wound on her lip from yesterday. A sudden flash of Ming Siyu’s exquisite face pressed against hers—the dark eyes swirling with emotion behind the lenses, the soft, ragged breathing—echoed in her ears again…

Liu Ran suddenly covered her mouth, her cheeks burning.

She shook her head, tossing the image of their lips touching out of her mind. Feeling guilty about deceiving Ming Siyu and taking an extra ten thousand yuan in “wages,” Liu Ran felt she should give Ming Siyu something in return to offset her unease.

Ming Siyu didn’t lack money, and Liu Ran didn’t want to touch her hard-earned 20,000 yuan. After some thought, Liu Ran found a pencil and a stack of A4 paper. She leaned over the coffee table and began to draw, occasionally looking up to steal a glimpse of Ming Siyu.

Behind the desk, Ming Siyu scrolled through the PPT page by page. The little wolf had searched for a vast array of things. The “Private Health Consultation” category alone had dozens of entries:

• Normal manifestations of Alpha rut.

• Is the urge to bite normal for an Alpha in heat?

• How to relieve an Alpha’s arousal triggered by a hated Omega.

• Is it harmful to suppress heat and avoid marking despite long-term forced stroking?

• Is it normal to be wet during every heat?

• How can an Alpha in heat resist the temptation of an Omega’s scent gland?

…So the little wolf had been enduring it with such difficulty every time. Ming Siyu had never experienced a heat cycle that required suppressants; she thought one could simply endure it with a bit of willpower.

Next time, I’ll prepare more suppressants, or be faster with my hands and finish early, Ming Siyu thought. She wanted the little wolf to endure for her sake, but if it was truly that hard, she wouldn’t force it.

She scrolled down. The little wolf had actually searched for things related to her:

• What is Ming Siyu’s reputation at Ming Entertainment Group?

• How to evaluate Ming Siyu as a person?

• Negative news regarding Ming Siyu of Ming Entertainment?

• How many exes does Ming Siyu have?

…The little wolf actually cared about her.

Ming Siyu almost forgot her original purpose for recovering the history—until she saw these searches:

• Can one regain freedom by paying the contract amount after being forced into a self-sale agreement?

• What police protection is available if one is hunted after a unilateral breach of contract?

• Does purchasing animal-hybrids against their will violate human rights? Can legal action cancel the purchase agreement?

The faint smile on Ming Siyu’s face froze. She scrolled rapidly, and a very prominent search caught her eye.

It was a map search for the Huaici Sanatorium, including routes from her house, from Ming Entertainment, and from her real estate company. Different starting points, but the destination was always the same: Huaici Sanatorium.

Who was at Huaici Sanatorium? Lawyer Chen Liaoqing.

Ming Siyu felt the logic was suddenly crystal clear.

Liu Ran had somehow come into contact with Chen Liaoqing, found out she lived at the sanatorium, and wanted to seek legal aid to accuse Ming Siyu of human rights violations for purchasing a hybrid, thereby regaining her freedom.

Before retirement, Chen Liaoqing was exactly the kind of lawyer who handled human rights cases and she had never lost.

Liu Ran had asked for money perhaps to save up for the legal fees. Chen’s fees weren’t cheap.

Ming Siyu knew the little wolf wanted to leave. But because they had been getting along harmoniously lately and because the little wolf occasionally offered clumsy, silly attempts at pleasing her—Ming Siyu thought the wolf had changed her mind. She thought she wanted to stay.

It seemed she had overthought it. The little wolf had never stopped wanting to leave.

But to take money from her to pay for a lawyer to sue her? Did Liu Ran think Ming Siyu was some brainless, wealthy fool?

Truly, they say: “A white-eyed wolf can never be tamed.”

Ming Siyu remained calm as she reached the last page of the PPT. She closed it and looked at Liu Ran, who was kneeling on the floor, buried in her work at the coffee table.

Liu Ran was wearing clothes she had handpicked, her neck adorned with a collar bearing her name, yet in her office, she was plotting her escape.

The so-called obedience and pleasing were all an act. And here she thought small animals were simple.

Liu Ran was almost finished. Having not picked up a pencil in years, she thought it looked pretty good. She even painfully shelled out 388 yuan to order a bouquet of flowers for Ming Siyu.

Looking up, she met Ming Siyu’s gaze. Liu Ran dusted the eraser shavings off her paper, hid the drawing behind her back, and walked toward her.

Secretary Wen had given Ming Siyu pigments this morning. Wen wouldn’t send random gifts; she likely knew Ming Siyu had an interest in art.

Ming Siyu should… like what I drew, right?

Before she could pull the paper out, Ming Siyu spoke coldly: “Liu Ran, how many times have you met with Lawyer Chen Liaoqing?”

“Chen Liaoqing?” Liu Ran didn’t recognize the name. She was confused. “Is there a mistake? I don’t know her.”

Ming Siyu smiled, but her words were chilling: “Do you need me to call Lawyer Chen personally to verify? Have you, or have you not, been to the Huaici Sanatorium?”

At the mention of the sanatorium, Liu Ran’s breath hitched. She thought the secret visit to her mother was buried. But what did this “Lawyer Chen” have to do with the sanatorium?

Liu Ran steadied herself. “I really don’t know any Lawyer Chen Liaoqing.”

“You don’t? Then why did you say ‘I don’t know them’ when she called you this morning? Why did you search for the sanatorium where she lives? Liu Ran, I’ve found you’re quite the actress. Planning to use my money to sue me? Do you think a measly lawyer can do anything against me?”

Ming Siyu’s gaze was like a venomous snake. Liu Ran felt for a second that Ming Siyu would pounce and tear her throat out.

She wanted to scream that she was innocent. But then it clicked: Could the Lawyer Chen she’s talking about be… Auntie Chen?

She never knew Auntie Chen’s full name or former profession; she just called her “Auntie Chen.” Recalling her poise and speech, she realized the woman did indeed have a lawyerly air.

She understood why Ming Siyu was furious. Ming Siyu had checked her calls and history. She had connected the call to the search history and assumed Liu Ran was seeking legal counsel, without realizing the person living there was actually her mother.

That was actually good news.

She admitted she had once searched for legal ways to get her freedom, but she’d given up once she saw it was unfeasible. The idea of using Ming Siyu’s money to sue Ming Siyu had never even crossed her mind.

But the fact that Ming Siyu checked her history was sickening. For the first time, Liu Ran realized Ming Siyu’s threat to “control everything” wasn’t a joke. She felt stripped naked in the street, with no secrets left.

“You said the laptop was for a system upgrade,” Liu Ran retorted. “You lied to me again.”

“Yes,” Ming Siyu admitted readily. “I have that power over you. I can check whenever I want. Deleting your history—it was like putting up a sign saying ‘The treasure isn’t buried here.’ Liu Ran, you’re a fool.”

“How can you be so self-righteous about violating my privacy?” Liu Ran’s perception of Ming Siyu hit a new low. Thinking of the afternoon spent drawing and the flowers she ordered, only to be met with a violation of her privacy, she felt the whole afternoon had been wasted on a dog.

“Ming Siyu, are you even human? I searched for the sanatorium, but I don’t know any Chen Liaoqing, and I certainly didn’t know she was a lawyer. Since you bought me, I’ve been either locked in your house or following you like a shadow. Have you even given me the chance to go there?”

Liu Ran’s voice trembled with grievance. She knew the angrier she acted, the more likely Ming Siyu would believe she was telling the truth. “I just searched it randomly. You can’t leave me with zero freedom! Ming Siyu, you’re too much!”

Ming Siyu watched her in silence. After a while, she asked: “Have you been there?”

Liu Ran insisted: “No!”

Ming Siyu said: “You want to leave me.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes! I didn’t plan to find some Lawyer Chen to sue you, but I absolutely do want to leave you!” Liu Ran was lightheaded with rage, her words spilling out: “Ming Siyu, you’re a psycho! Who would want to be with you? Only someone as sick as you would want to be with you!”

Ming Siyu’s voice turned to ice. “Let me tell you, Liu Ran. Leaving me? Don’t even think about it.”

“I will, I will! Can you control what my brain thinks?”

Ming Siyu’s face was like frost. She stood up, strode around the desk, grabbed Liu Ran’s collar, and pulled her down into a heavy, forceful kiss. She bit Liu Ran’s lips frantically, their teeth clashing with a bitter sound.

Liu Ran struggled violently. The wound on her lip split open, bleeding even more than yesterday. But Ming Siyu held onto her collar tightly, refusing to stop even when the taste of copper filled their mouths.

Finally, Liu Ran pushed her away with a burst of strength.

Ming Siyu had to steady herself against the desk. She frowned, but a smile touched her lips. “So, Liu Ran, what were you thinking just now? Were you thinking about leaving me, or thinking about me?”

Liu Ran backed away step by step, trembling, looking at Ming Siyu as if she were a ghost. She wiped the blood, saliva, and tears from her mouth with her sleeve, staining the cream-colored fabric.

“Ming Siyu, you’re crazy… you’re truly insane…”

To Liu Ran, the pale, well-dressed woman before her was a pure lunatic. A lunatic who surveilled, controlled, confined, defamed, and trampled her and then kissed her.

Trembling, Liu Ran picked up her drawing. In it, she no longer saw Ming Siyu; she only saw her own lowliness. She raised her hands and tore the drawing into pieces, tossing them onto the floor.

Ming Siyu pointed to the office door. “Get your ass home right now. Use the rope I bought you with to tie yourself up tie yourself to my bedroom door. I’ll have the driver take you.”

Liu Ran stepped over the fragments of her drawing and left without looking back.

Ming Siyu messaged the driver to ensure Liu Ran was taken home. Her heart was beating too fast; she felt dizzy. She went to the lounge to inhale some oxygen before slowly recovering.

Coming back out to the mess on the floor, she didn’t have the strength to clean it, nor to call someone else to do it. She leaned against her desk and took off her glasses. She couldn’t tell if she was afraid of Liu Ran leaving or angry that her “pet” had defied her authority.

Liu Ran broke the rules first, she told herself. She promised not to call anyone without permission, yet she contacted Chen Liaoqing.

Ming Siyu couldn’t believe everything was a coincidence. Not unless Liu Ran could give her a better explanation.

She drove herself home later. Distracted at a green light, she didn’t move fast enough, and a blue car behind her honked furiously. When they passed her, the driver rolled down their window to curse at her.

Annoyed, Ming Siyu grabbed one of the stilettos from the passenger seat and hurled it out the window. It flew perfectly into the open window of the blue car. The person inside, ready to continue their tirade, saw the “YSL” logo on the heel and instantly shut up.

Ming Siyu figured they were busy searching how much a limited-edition luxury heel could fetch on the second-hand market. People were like that hit them with enough money, and they’d shut up.

She didn’t understand why Liu Ran wasn’t like that. Liu Ran needed money.

Liu Ran didn’t tie herself up as ordered. Ming Siyu dragged her by the ear into the “dark room” (the small storage/confinement room) and coldly told Qi Zhen: “Don’t feed her.”

If Liu Ran was going to die, she’d die in her hands.

The next day, Ming Siyu went to work alone. The driver who picked her up was the same one who had tricked Liu Ran back into the car during the rainstorm. Seeing Ming Siyu’s face and noting the absence of the second passenger, she asked cautiously, “Director Ming, is Miss Liu not coming today?”

Ming Siyu looked out the window. “She’s dead. Just drive.”

The driver was too terrified to say another word.

Recalling Liu Ran’s claim that “no one would want to be with her,” Ming Siyu asked the driver: “Do you still want to work for me?”

The driver, thinking she was being fired, nearly cried. “Yes, Director Ming! I have no intention of leaving the group!”

“Mhm,” Ming Siyu said. “You’re doing well. Go to the secretariat later for a seal; tell HR to give you a one-level pay raise.”

The driver, having received a random raise, was overjoyed. “Thank you, Director Ming! Thank you!”

Ming Siyu was starting to feel like herself again. A little wolf having the gall to scream at her… While she didn’t believe in using violence to force submission, and she knew the dark room wouldn’t make Liu Ran “apologize,” punishment was necessary.

Entering her office, the torn paper was still on the floor. She called Secretary Wen to clean it up. Instead, Wen arrived with a bouquet of flowers simple green roses and sunflowers.

Wen said the security guard gave them to her; a “Ms. Liu” had ordered them, but the delivery person couldn’t get through on the phone, so they left them at the gate. There weren’t many Ms. Lius. A card was tucked inside:

Thanks for the wages, Director Ming. Biu~ (Followed by an ugly hand-drawn heart.)

The handwriting was messy, clearly written by the florist on Liu Ran’s behalf. Liu Ran’s own writing was much prettier.

“Director Ming, the flowers…”

“Too ugly. Take them away,” Ming Siyu said without hesitation.

As Wen picked them up to toss them, Ming Siyu added: “Just put them over there.” She pointed to the sofa set on the left.

Wen looked at the distance between Ming Siyu and the sofa—less than ten meters. Not far at all. I should be more careful with Liu Ran’s things in the future, Wen noted.

Seeing the scraps on the floor, Wen picked them up herself. “Director Ming, there seems to be a drawing on these. Shall I piece it together for you, or just toss it?”

“Leave it here,” Ming Siyu said, tapping the desk with her pen. She would piece together Liu Ran’s “escape route” herself, then crush it.

After Wen left, Ming Siyu took the scraps—about twenty pieces. It took her less than two minutes to piece most of it together. As she fitted the final shard, she pursed her lips.

It wasn’t an escape route.

The fragments formed an anime-style scene. From a 45-degree angle, a woman in a sleeveless double-breasted suit sat behind a desk, looking intently at her computer. A black bow held back her low bun, a mole sat on her collarbone, and her fox-like eyes were framed by half-rimmed glasses. The desk was littered with files—a nearly perfect recreation of Ming Siyu’s workspace.

Despite the anime style, anyone could see the woman was Ming Siyu.

The little wolf had come to her yesterday with this drawing behind her back. So, this was a gift for her? Why did she draw it? Why did she draw her?

Ming Siyu leaned back, the cruelty in her eyes fading, replaced by a rare sense of bewilderment.

She took out a cigarette, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and smoked slowly as she watched the traffic below. Smoking helped her stay calm. She wasn’t addicted, but she used it when her thoughts were messy. The cool menthol stimulated her brain.

She looked back at the drawing on the desk. The sunlight made the pencil lines slightly blurry.

When the cigarette was done, she used glue and a blank sheet of paper to carefully mount the drawing like a puzzle. Then, she took a photo and sent it to He Qiange, who was vacationing in the Southern Hemisphere.

Ming Siyu: What do you think of this drawing?

He Qiange replied with a voice note.

He Qiange: To be honest? It’s pretty average. No color, and it’s been torn to shreds. But I can tell it’s you. Why the sudden interest in this?

In the background of the clip, there was the sound of bedsheets rustling and a woman’s low, husky voice. Ming Siyu ignored it; He Qiange always had company.

Ming Siyu: How is it ‘average’?

He Qiange: Objectively, it’s amateur. You could give 100 bucks to any student at the Fine Arts Academy and get something better. He Qiange: Wait… Sisi, did you draw this? Let me look again… actually, the lines are smooth, the perspective is precise, and the character is spot on. It’s actually quite nice.

[Ming Siyu]: Never mind. You have no taste.

Ming Siyu placed the drawing next to her computer and began to work. After a while, she habitually tapped her glass. “Liu Ran, get me some water.”

Her voice echoed in the empty office. No one answered. After a few seconds, she looked toward the sofa where Liu Ran usually waited. Except for the “ugly, cheap” flowers, it was empty.

She had forgotten. She had locked Liu Ran in the dark room herself.

Ming Siyu rubbed her temples and got up to get her own water.

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