Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Stealing Breath

Anyway, Ming Siyu was always getting angry over ridiculous things. Liu Ran didn’t care.

In the end, she didn’t put those sweat-stained clothes back on; she made do by wrapping herself in a bath towel. That afternoon, Ming Siyu didn’t send her back out with Secretary Lin. Instead, she kept her in the office to help proofread documents and calculate assets.

At first, Liu Ran tried her best to hide her tail, but eventually, she grew tired. Since there was no one in the office but Ming Siyu—who had already touched practically every strand of fur on that tail anyway there was no point in hiding. She let the tail hang naturally, a section of it peeking out from under the bathrobe, as she concentrated on the unfamiliar data.

When it was time to leave, Liu Ran was too embarrassed to wear the bathrobe out. She changed back into her dirty clothes and headed home with Ming Siyu. When they reached the elevator in the underground parking lot of their complex, they found Ming Siwei standing there.

Liu Ran had only recently discovered that the home she returned to every day with Ming Siyu was a high-end residential building developed by Ming Siyu’s own company. During the design phase, Ming Siyu had reserved the best unit for herself and had a private elevator and garage designed solely for her use.

Ming Siwei was wearing a sexy tight camisole paired with cargo pants. Her earrings were as extravagant as ever, and she wore a radiant smile.

“Sister Siyu. Ranran.”

Ming Siyu told Liu Ran to go upstairs first. Liu Ran glanced back at Ming Siwei as she passed her and entered the elevator.

Ming Siyu tilted her chin slightly, looking at Ming Siwei. “Ranran… you two are quite familiar.”

Ming Siwei’s smile was somewhat sycophantic. “Just a little. We spoke for a bit at Grandma’s house yesterday. She asked me if Country G was fun.”

So the Little Wolf spoke to Ming Siwei again yesterday. Ming Siyu had explicitly forbidden it. Of all the people to talk to, it had to be Ming Siwei.

“I thought you said you’d leave after Grandma’s birthday. Why haven’t you rolled back to Country G yet?”

“My flight is at seven tomorrow morning.” Ming Siwei took a few steps forward and held out a gift box. “Sister Siyu, I actually handmade two vests—one for Grandma and one for you. I couldn’t find a good time to give it to you yesterday, and since I’m leaving tomorrow, I came here at noon and waited all afternoon.”

Ming Siyu glanced at the box but didn’t take it. Instead, she mocked: “How come you didn’t just break into my house this time?”

Ming Siwei gave a bitter smile. “Last time I went in, I got sent to Country G. I’m afraid this time I’d be sent to Country H or K… Sister, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to agree to Grandma’s request to ‘try things out’ with Jian Huaijin. I’ll talk to Grandma for you. Don’t force yourself…”

She was cut off. “Since when do you have the right to manage my affairs?”

Ming Siwei took a deep breath. “Sister, it’s been so many years. I’ve known for a long time that what I did was wrong. I was young and naive then, I was manipulated into doing it. What exactly do I have to do for you to forgive me?”

“Ming Siwei, you truly haven’t grown up at all.” Ming Siyu reached out, her finger hooking the ribbon of the gift box. She let her wrist go limp, and the box fell to the ground with a thud.

“Don’t use being ‘young and naive’ as an excuse. Even a primary schooler knows what you did was illegal. My biggest regret is not sending you to prison back then. You aren’t stupid, you’re wicked. Your acting might fool Grandma and those idiot relatives, but there’s no need for it in front of me.”

Ming Siwei knelt to pick up the bag. “Sister Siyu, don’t be angry. I went all the way to Yun City to learn from a master for this vest. From cutting the hemp to weaving the cloth, I did it all myself. It took a long time. Please just accept it?”

Ming Siyu’s lips moved, but in the end, she didn’t take it. She spat out one word: “Get out.”

Rebuffed, Ming Siwei left dejectedly.

In the elevator, Ming Siyu wasn’t thinking about the vest, but about what Ming Siwei said—that Liu Ran had spoken to her at the banquet. Asking if Country G was fun? Was the Little Wolf looking to experience the local customs there too?

She had given Liu Ran only two rules yesterday: don’t drink too much and don’t talk to Ming Siwei. Liu Ran had failed both. If Ming Siwei hadn’t mentioned it, she might never have known. Ming Siyu hated nothing more than people breaking her rules.

When she got home, Liu Ran was in the shower. Ming Siyu stared at the closed bathroom door as if trying to burn a hole through it. Qi Zhen had intended to ask about buying furniture for Liu Ran, but before she even got close, her experience working for Ming Siyu alerted her to the murderous aura. She quietly retreated, thinking that today would likely be another battlefield.

Liu Ran’s phone was on the sofa. Ming Siyu picked it up, unlocked it using her own birthday, and began scrolling through every app.

There wasn’t much. Aside from factory apps, Liu Ran had only downloaded navigation, a match-three game, an accounting app, and Weibo. Ming Siyu checked WeChat first; Liu Ran’s only contact and chat history were with her.

The contact name hadn’t even been changed; it was just Ming Siyu’s username. Ming Siyu openly went into the settings and changed her nickname to “Dear Master.”

She checked the call logs and social apps but found nothing suspicious. Next was the photo gallery. It was even more boring—hundreds of photos, mostly of architectural assets.

As she scrolled down, she stopped at the very first row of photos. She clicked on one in surprise.

It was a photo of her.

It was a red-background ID photo from her university days. She had a hairstyle that was trendy then but looked tacky now, a face full of collagen, and a look in her eyes that disdained everything—trying to act cold and aloof but lacking the experience to pull it off, looking like a child in adult’s clothes.

Ming Siyu recognized it as the photo from the access card she had lent Liu Ran. In the entire gallery, this was the only portrait.

Suddenly, Ming Siyu lost the desire to keep digging. She couldn’t just trust Ming Siwei’s side of the story. Yesterday was at the Ming house; Ming Siwei was a Ming, after all. If she approached Liu Ran and acted friendly, Liu Ran couldn’t exactly ignore her completely. Liu Ran was so afraid of people finding her ears and tail that she wanted to be invisible; she wouldn’t actively seek out Ming Siwei.

Since it wasn’t Liu Ran’s initiative, she would be generous and let it slide.

That evening, He Qiange called to ask about the West Fourth Ring development project again. It had been a month since it was last mentioned, and Ming Siyu had lost interest after seeing the appraisal. She gave her final answer: “I don’t have the energy for it.”

“Fair enough,” He Qiange replied, as expected. “I’ll go with someone else then. Have you gone for your checkup? What were the results?”

Ming Siyu put down her book and leaned back into the hammock by the floor-to-ceiling window. “The same result for the ten-thousandth time. You’ve been wandering around for half a month, when are you coming back?”

“I haven’t had enough fun yet—Oh, I’m going dancing. Sisi, you really should have come, it’s so much fun here.”

Liu Ran pretended to look at a picture book, but her ears had perked up the moment Ming Siyu mentioned the “West Fourth Ring.” Unfortunately, the talk about the development zone ended quickly. Ming Siyu was wearing headphones, so Liu Ran could only piece together the conversation from one side.

Liu Ran didn’t understand why Ming Siyu wouldn’t participate in such a prime project. It made her wonder if Ming Siyu was losing interest in the real estate company she had founded. Selfishly, Liu Ran wanted her to join so that she might have a chance to get involved in the project.

Suddenly, Liu Ran let out a yelp of frustration. Ming Siyu frowned and tilted her head at her.

Liu Ran held up her phone, furious. “Ming Siyu, did you touch my phone?!”

What the hell was “Dear Master”? It didn’t take a genius to know who did it.

Ming Siyu said arrogantly, “What’s ‘yours’ or ‘mine’? Yours is mine. What’s wrong with me changing my nickname in my own phone?”

“You’re going too far. I’m changing it back.” She tapped into the settings.

“Go ahead,” Ming Siyu said. “Every time you change it, I deduct 10,000 from your salary.”

Liu Ran: “…” She felt like she was one step away from a stress-induced breakdown.

Ming Siyu waved her own phone at Liu Ran. “But I can compensate you.”

“How?” Liu Ran asked skeptically.

“How about I change your nickname in my phone to ‘Dear Little Wolf’? Hmm, Master and Little Wolf… sounds very nice.”

Liu Ran was speechless with rage. She ground her teeth. “Heh. No thanks.” She just wouldn’t look at WeChat anymore.

The next day, Liu Ran quietly asked Secretary Lin about the West Fourth Ring. Lin said they’d heard rumors, too. In this industry, success depended on who could smell the wind first. But without the Director’s word, it remained just hearsay.

Liu Ran couldn’t understand it, but Secretary Lin was philosophical: “The boss makes the decisions; we just follow and work hard!” She then grinned suggestively. “Or does our Secretary Liu want to lead a big project and impress the Director? You could always go beg her; maybe she’d be willing to invest billions just for you—want a piece of this local shortbread Li-jie brought back?”

“No, I was just asking.”

Liu Ran ate the shortbread. Everyone in the company now tacitly understood the “relationship” between Liu Ran and the Director and treated her very politely. Over the next few days, Liu Ran stayed at the real estate company, learning a lot from Secretary Lin and other colleagues. Her energy for fighting with Ming Siyu waned. She didn’t know if Ming Siyu was just trying to get her 80,000 yuan’s worth or had other motives, but she knew the chance to be mentored by the boss’s secretary wasn’t common, so she cherished it.

On Friday morning, Jian Huaijin sent two tickets for a world-renowned ballet troupe’s performance to the Ming Group headquarters. Ming Siyu left them on her desk. That morning, Liu Ran did an asset analysis with the department and rushed back to the Ming Group at noon.

There, she was pinned to the sofa by Ming Siyu, who played with her ears until her face was flushed and she was whimpering through bitten lips. The moment Ming Siyu let go, she jumped up, claiming she needed the bathroom.

But her tail was grabbed, and she fell back onto the sofa. Ming Siyu pressed one hand on her shoulder and the other over her lower abdomen. Her breath was uneven, her voice low and husky. “Is the Little Wolf going to the bathroom because her ears were played with until she got wet? Do I need to prepare more underwear for you at the office?”

Feeling as if her most shameful secret had been exposed, Liu Ran’s fur bristled. She swiped away the hand on her abdomen. “What are you talking about?! I’m just going to the bathroom! I drank too much water!”

The redness on her face spread to her ears. Even the insides of her wolf ears were a burning pink. She hadn’t felt it clearly before, but with Ming Siyu’s words, she suddenly felt an abnormal dampness.

Ming Siyu loved seeing Liu Ran like this—called out on her feelings but stubbornly denying them. She curled her lips. “Stop pretending. I saw your search history. Didn’t you search: ‘Is it normal to be wet every time I’m in heat?'”

Mentioning the very thing she wanted to forget.

Liu Ran had been wondering how Ming Siyu knew her body was reacting; now she knew. That afternoon, in this very office, she had been drawing for Ming Siyu for extra pay while Ming Siyu went through her history, leading to a massive fight. They hadn’t mentioned the monitoring since then, but now Ming Siyu had brought it up again.

The air froze. Liu Ran stared at Ming Siyu for a few seconds before shoving her away. Her eyes were watery, but her voice was cold. “Since you already know what I search for, why bother asking?”

“Liu Ran!” Ming Siyu shouted, grabbing a sofa cushion and throwing it at her.

Liu Ran caught the cushion steadily and placed it back on the sofa. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Watching the lounge door close, Ming Siyu breathed heavily and punched the soft cushion. A flash of regret crossed her mind. Liu Ran’s shameful, restrained appearance usually made her feel in control, and she had blurted it out just to make her more embarrassed. But the monitoring was a taboo topic; mentioning it made Liu Ran genuinely cold—not just playful anger, but a silent, stubborn wall.

I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Ming Siyu recalled the scattered scraps of paper from their last fight.

But the regret lasted less than a second. Ming Siyu justified it to herself: What right did Liu Ran have to be moody? Last time she apologized because she didn’t want to fight with a pet over trifles. Even He Qiange begged her sister’s dog to eat. She had just been too kind to Liu Ran lately, and the girl was starting to think she could get her way by throwing tantrums.

Liu Ran didn’t speak to Ming Siyu after she returned. She opened her laptop and processed the accounting. The thought of being monitored made her sick to her stomach, but she had to work.

Lost in her task, she heard a cup clink on the desk. Instinctively, she went to Ming Siyu’s desk to get the cup to refill it. Thinking about the assets, she only realized halfway that Ming Siyu hadn’t apologized yet. But since she already had the cup in her hand, it would be awkward to put it back. She resigned herself to filling it. Ming Siyu wouldn’t apologize anyway; a few soft words were her limit.

She brought back a cup of water slightly hotter than usual and set it down without looking at Ming Siyu.

Ming Siyu took this as a peace offering. As it was near closing time, she tapped the two tickets on the desk. “Come with me to the Imperial Theater after work.”

Only then did Liu Ran notice the ballet tickets. They were beautifully printed invitations with a wax seal. The show was tonight. Two tickets—likely for a friend in her circle. She gave a faint “Oh.”

“With Jian Huaijin,” Ming Siyu added, noting the flat reaction.

Liu Ran jolted. Ming Siyu and Jian Huaijin… on a date? After Ming Siyu’s attitude at the Ming house, she thought it was over. If they were dating… Liu Ran’s hope of being kicked out after their marriage flared up again.

“You’re dating Director Jian?”

Ming Siyu watched the Little Wolf’s eyes brighten and rubbed her fingertips. “Yes. Grandma wants us together so much, I might as well try a few dates.”

Liu Ran felt energized again. She carefully touched the tickets as if they were her passport to freedom.

The show was Giselle, starting at 8:00 PM. Ming Siyu took Liu Ran for a quick bite at a private restaurant nearby, planning to have the driver drop her at the theater and then take Liu Ran home.

But near the theater, Jian Huaijin called. Since they were sitting close, Liu Ran heard clearly.

“I’m sorry,” Jian Huaijin said, sounding anxious and apologetic. “Something came up and I can’t make it. Next time?”

“I’m almost there,” Ming Siyu said expressionlessly.

“My sister suddenly fell ill. I have to stay with her. It’s my fault for canceling; I’ll make it up to you.”

Liu Ran was frantic. Why did Jian Huaici have to get sick now? This was their first date! Ming Siyu was already reluctant; this rejection would surely kill any progress. Liu Ran wished she could go take care of Huaici herself so Huaijin could come.

Ming Siyu glanced at the restless Little Wolf. “It’s fine. I have company anyway. Take care of your sister.” She hung up and looked at Liu Ran. “You look very disappointed that she couldn’t come.”

Disappointed? The sky is falling. “No, Director Ming,” Liu Ran lied.

“Good. Since we’re here, we’re watching it. You stay with me.”

Liu Ran gasped. “What?” Those were date tickets!

“Don’t ‘what’ me. Do you think these tickets are easy to get? You’re getting a bargain. Now go.”

Liu Ran ended up sitting next to Ming Siyu in the best seats in the center of the second floor. The lights dimmed, focusing on the stage. Because Ming Siyu was next to her, Liu Ran was distracted. The brilliant performance passed her by like a blur.

Ming Siyu, however, watched intently.

Halfway through, Liu Ran heard a faint, strange sound. she turned her head toward the source. Diagonally behind them, an Alpha and an Omega were kissing. They were intense, oblivious to their surroundings. The petite Omega was sitting on the Alpha’s lap, arms around their neck, long hair masking their faces.

The Alpha’s heavy breathing and the Omega’s soft, whimpering moans reached Liu Ran’s ears. She turned away, face burning. How can people be so brazen in public?

She soon realized she was the only one who noticed. The center seats were spaced out in pairs. Everyone else was focused on the stage, and the music was loud enough to drown out the kissing. Only her acute hearing and lack of focus had let her catch them.

The more she tried to ignore it, the more the sounds invaded her ears. Her mind began to involuntarily sketch the scene. Finally, unable to take it, her face flushed, she whispered to Ming Siyu: “It’s a bit stuffy, I’m going out for a moment.”

“Hurry back,” Ming Siyu said, not noticing the flush.

Liu Ran left. She had been to the Imperial Theater before her mother’s accident, but it had clearly been renovated. She accidentally stumbled into the theater restaurant before finding her way to the lobby to get some air. There was no moon; the air was stagnant and smelled of humid dust. The forecast said a rainstorm was coming.

Away from the couple, Liu Ran felt even more stifled. The air conditioning inside was much better. She tugged at her collar, her fingers brushing the diamonds on her collar. The memory of Ming Siyu pulling the collar until she couldn’t breathe flashed through her mind.

Her breath hitched, but the heat in her chest oddly dissipated a little. She bit her lip. In the empty lobby, she slowly hooked her fingers into the collar. She gripped the three letters “MSY” in her palm.

She pulled. Tightened.

Stealing her own breath.

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