Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: “Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

Jian Huaijin had come just short of saying, “Get lost already.”

Liu Ran felt as if she had been punched squarely in the face. Jian Huaijin kept her composure, nodding politely to Liu Ran. “Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Liu.”

After Jian Huaijin left, Liu Ran stood downstairs alone for a while before heading back up. She took a deep breath. This is a good thing, she told herself. It proved Jian Huaijin couldn’t tolerate her presence, and since Jian Huaijin was polite and didn’t go out of her way to be cruel, Ming Siyu wouldn’t likely give up a partnership with the Jian Group for a mere pet. Once the relationship with Jian Huaijin was finalized, Liu Ran would logically be discarded.

Yet, hearing those words still made her chest ache with a sour urge to cry. She pursed her lips, forcing the tears back. Returning home, she handed the invitation to Ming Siyu and repeated Jian Huaijin’s words verbatim.

To her surprise, Ming Siyu let out a cold laugh. “The relationship isn’t even official yet, and she’s already trying to manage me? Is the sister she just brought back not enough for her to worry about?”

Liu Ran felt a sense of dread. Was Ming Siyu really so indifferent toward the Jian Group? She ventured cautiously, “Director Ming, Director Jian isn’t trying to control you. It’s likely just a difference in personal values. Please don’t be angry over this.”

Ming Siyu popped a piece of watermelon into her mouth. “Defending Jian Huaijin?”

Liu Ran shook her head frantically. “No!”

“Then you must be worried about me.”

Liu Ran: “…” So narcissistic.

Ming Siyu curled her lips. “This sort of thing isn’t worth my anger. I don’t have the energy to get angry at every little thing.”

Oh, really? Liu Ran thought bitterly. You get angry at me every other day. You must have been a pufferfish in a past life with how much ‘air’—anger—you carry.

She accidentally caught sight of the snowy-white nape of Ming Siyu’s neck peeking through her silk pajamas. Her mind instantly flashed back to the way she had nuzzled and licked that skin like a dog the night before. She looked away in a panic. She still didn’t know what Ming Siyu’s pheromones smelled like. Gunpowder? Chili? Wasabi?

While she was lost in thought, Ming Siyu tossed her magazine aside and tilted her chin toward Liu Ran. “Get ready. We’re going out.”

“Where? Am I going too?”

Ming Siyu looked at her like she was an idiot. “If you want to keep sleeping on the sofa, I won’t stop you.”

Liu Ran remembered then Ming Siyu had promised to set up a bedroom for her and mentioned buying furniture over the weekend. Between the chaos of work and the rut, she had nearly forgotten.

However, Liu Ran didn’t hold high hopes. Even if Ming Siyu let her choose, it would likely end up being whatever Ming Siyu preferred. She had learned that much when they bought the phone. She couldn’t complain, though; Ming Siyu was the one paying.

Ming Siyu picked a deep blue sports car from the garage and drove to a furniture boutique on the Third Ring Road. The shop required appointments, but the owner recognized Ming Siyu and ushered them in with a beaming smile.

The shop was impeccably designed, the floors polished to a mirror shine. Ming Siyu browsed and settled on a minimalist, modern set in black, white, and gray. It matched her current home perfectly.

The owner, who had studied design abroad, began explaining the materials and concepts. Liu Ran looked at the set; objectively, it was beautiful. But it wasn’t what she wanted. It was too cold. She wanted something warm and lively, like her old home. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Better to stay silent than be ignored in front of a stranger.

Ming Siyu prepared to sign the order, but her gaze caught Liu Ran’s dispirited face. Liu Ran wasn’t throwing a tantrum; her expression was calm, hands tucked in her skirt pockets. But Ming Siyu knew she was unhappy.

A flicker of irritation rose in Ming Siyu. I’m fulfilling my promise, and this set costs more than her entire worth. What is she dissatisfied with?

She was about to snap at her when she realized the expression was familiar. It was the same look Liu Ran had when they bought her phone she had been enamored with a “clunky” dark green model but watched silently as Ming Siyu bought a different one.

Liu Ran didn’t like this set.

Fine. The Little Wolf has finally learned to obey, Ming Siyu thought. The training is bearing fruit. She should be happy. But instead, she saw the image of Liu Ran curled up in the storage room with eyes like stagnant water. She didn’t like that Liu Ran. She preferred the Little Wolf who turned red and argued with her—the one who bristled when poked.

He Qiange once said her sister’s dogs had their own wardrobes and chose their outfits every day. One liked tutus; the other liked sequins. Even the dogs had preferences for fish or beef. Ming Siyu realized she knew the preferences of He Qiange’s dogs but didn’t know what her own Little Wolf liked.

It shouldn’t matter, she told herself. As the Master, my decisions are best. Besides, with Liu Ran’s aesthetic, she’d probably turn the room into something hideous.

Ming Siyu hesitated, pen hovering over the paper. The shop owner asked nervously if something was wrong. Ming Siyu didn’t sign. She handed the order back and looked at Liu Ran. “It’s her room. Ask her.”

Whatever. Even if it was ugly, Liu Ran was the one living in it. The room Qi Zhen had prepared was at the corner of the first floor—the furthest point from Ming Siyu’s bedroom. She could just pretend the room didn’t exist.

Liu Ran’s pupils dilated. Before she could process the words, the owner realizing that serving the secretary was the key to serving Ming Siyu—approached Liu Ran with a radiant smile. The owner almost grabbed Liu Ran’s arm in a friendly gesture, but Ming Siyu’s sharp gaze made her pull back instantly.

“I can really choose myself?”

Ming Siyu snapped, “You want me to do all the work for you?” She sat on a nearby sofa and closed her eyes lazily. “You have one hour. Choose what you like; ignore everything else. Otherwise, we’re getting the first set.”

Liu Ran’s eyes lit up. Ming Siyu didn’t need to look to know her tail was wagging excitedly under her skirt. “Go on,” she said softly, waving her hand.

Liu Ran happily followed the owner. Ming Siyu lounged on the sofa, occasionally glancing at her while staff brought her snacks. In the end, Liu Ran picked a fresh, rustic “cottagecore” set with floral patterns and light green accents. It was a messy mix, and the total cost was only a tenth of Ming Siyu’s original choice.

Ming Siyu looked at the bill. It was a bit of an eyesore to her high-end tastes. “I told you to ignore everything but your own preference. Did you pick this to save money?”

“I really like it,” Liu Ran whispered, rubbing her nose. “Director Ming, I’ll earn money to pay you back later.”

“Forget it. You’d be earning my money just to pay me back. That’s just moving wool from one sheep to another.”

That afternoon, the furniture was delivered and arranged according to Liu Ran’s wishes. After cleaning the room, Liu Ran ran to Ming Siyu. “Director Ming, my room is ready.”

Ming Siyu didn’t look up from her work. “Mhm.”

Liu Ran bit her lip, a small spark of hope in her eyes. “Would you like to come see it?” Like a child who finished a complex Lego set, she wanted validation.

“What’s there to see?” Ming Siyu said dismissively, remaining unmoved.

Liu Ran knelt beside her, holding the edge of her chair. “Just a look? It is your house, after all.”

Ming Siyu met her gaze and snorted. “Ever since you let those ugly things through the door, that room ceased to be part of my house.”

“They aren’t ugly.”

“My legs are tired. I can’t walk,” Ming Siyu said casually.

Liu Ran immediately offered, “I’ll carry you.”

Ming Siyu sighed. “You’re really insistent on this?”

Liu Ran nodded solemnly. Aside from Qi Zhen and Ming Siyu, there was no one else in this house. To her, Ming Siyu’s opinion carried a bit more weight.

The Little Wolf’s expectant eyes were hard to refuse. Ming Siyu stood up reluctantly. Liu Ran actually turned around to offer her back. Ming Siyu gave her a crisp slap on the buttocks. “If you have the strength to carry people, think about how to groom your tail and ears so the fur is softer to touch.”

She walked past Liu Ran toward the new bedroom. Liu Ran chased after her, opening the door first.

When Ming Siyu saw the interior, she froze.

Predictably, it was the opposite of the rest of the house. Beige and light green tones created a space that felt like a breezy meadow with scattered wildflowers. Unexpectedly, the “messy” items she had seen in the shop looked stunningly harmonious together. Even though the room was on the east side and lacked direct sunlight at this hour, it felt like warm sunshine was pouring in.

“How is it? Is it pretty?” Liu Ran asked. This was exactly what her dream home looked like.

Ming Siyu pushed her glasses up and looked away after just one glance. She poured cold water on the moment: “Even if it’s pretty, you won’t be living here for long.”

For a split second, Ming Siyu had felt the warmth of that “sunshine.” But the next second, a bone-chilling cold pierced her chest. She could almost taste the blood in her throat. She knew it was a hallucination. She loved the blood on Liu Ran’s lips, but when it came to her own, it was just nauseating.

She had almost forgotten: she was dying.

When she was twenty, a checkup revealed her organs were prematurely failing. Doctors estimated her life would end at thirty. No hospital could find a clear cause, eventually labeling it a genetic “accelerated aging” disorder. She had tried everything—charity, vegetarianism, even smiling every day—but nothing helped.

She had eventually given up on being a “good person.” If her life was limited, why follow moral codes that felt like scrap paper? After her twenty-seventh birthday, she got Liu Ran. Even if she kept her for a year, it was a tiny fraction of Liu Ran’s life. When she died, Liu Ran could throw eggs at her tombstone for all she cared.

Liu Ran’s cozy room would only be used for a year. After Ming Siyu died, Liu Ran would leave. Seeing that room, filled with “sunshine” created by Liu Ran, made Ming Siyu feel like a vampire in the shadows, scorched by the light.

Ming Siyu’s cold attitude dampened Liu Ran’s spirits. “Is it because of Director Jian?” Liu Ran asked, following her.

Ming Siyu turned back, her voice harsh. “Why bring her up? Are you trying to anger me to death? Would you be happy if I died? Well, I’m telling you, you’re not allowed to be happy.”

Liu Ran was baffled. Ming Siyu was always angry, but this felt different. Ming Siyu looked… sad.

Liu Ran shook her head. Must be an illusion. She stood still and muttered, “I just wanted to show you the room…”

Ming Siyu went to her own room and slammed the door.

Liu Ran felt wronged, but remembering that Ming Siyu had paid for everything and finally given her something she liked, she decided not to hold a grudge. She would treat it as the first piece of respect Ming Siyu had shown her.

At dinner, Qi Zhen called Liu Ran to eat. Liu Ran sat down but didn’t pick up her chopsticks. She looked at the closed door on the second floor. “Shouldn’t we call Director Ming?”

Qi Zhen set the table nonchalantly. “No need. The Eldest Miss is like this often. You’ll get used to it.”

“Why is she angry?”

Qi Zhen shrugged. “Who knows? Does she need a reason? She’ll be fine after a night’s sleep.”

Thinking of Ming Siyu’s thin, lonely back, Liu Ran lost her appetite. “Sister Qi Zhen, maybe we should ask. She’ll be hungry.”

Qi Zhen made it clear: Ming Siyu was a ticking time bomb right now, and she wasn’t going to get close. Liu Ran would have to go alone.

Liu Ran set aside a small bowl with a bit of every dish. “She won’t come to eat,” Qi Zhen warned.

“Just in case.”

The meal was tasteless. After a shower, Liu Ran lay on her new bed, tracing the sheets. This small room gave her a sense of security her own tiny territory within Ming Siyu’s kingdom. But her mind kept replaying Ming Siyu’s departure.

She grabbed a notebook and drew a line down the center. She put a heart on one side and an ‘X’ on the other.

• Under X: 1. Touched my butt, tricked me into biting my ear.

• Under Heart: 1. Custom underwear.

• Under X: 2. Stepped on my tail.

• Under Heart: 2. Found a doctor when I had a fever.

• Under Heart: 15. Bought me the furniture I liked.

The heart side had fifteen items; the X side had fourteen.

Liu Ran stared at the ceiling. Ming Siyu had said if she was “good,” she’d get things others could never dream of. Even without being “good,” she had received a lot. Her previous owners threatened to “send her back.” Ming Siyu’s threat was “you’ll have to stay by my side forever.”

Should she be “good”?

She had tried being soft before. Her first owner responded by putting her in a cage with a meaner dog. Miao Qinglan responded with more scars. To Liu Ran, being “good” was just giving an abuser an excuse to do more.

But Ming Siyu… was different.

Liu Ran touched her collar. It was fine craftsmanship, usually weightless, but now it felt heavy. It held nearly a hundred pink diamonds worth tens of thousands. It made it hard to breathe.

Unable to rest, she finally walked up to the second floor at midnight and knocked softly. Ming Siyu wasn’t asleep. The door opened to reveal her with messy hair. “What is it?” she asked sharply.

Liu Ran closed her eyes and squeezed out the words with all her strength: “Don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

Ming Siyu paused, then turned and walked back into her room. Liu Ran looked up, panicked. Give me a reaction! Should she follow or stay?

Ming Siyu sat on the edge of her bed and patted the space beside her. “Come here.”

Was she asking her to sit, or to kneel? Kneel, probably. The bed was a private space.

Liu Ran bit her lip, walked over slowly, and knelt on the floor, resting her face against the spot Ming Siyu had patted.

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