Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Does Ming Siyu Still Have the Energy to Play With Her?

Liu Ran quickly held the umbrella over herself and Ming Siyu.

Ming Siyu had no intention of returning to the car; she turned and headed straight into the construction site. Liu Ran turned back to Secretary Lin. “It’s okay, I’ll stay with Director Ming.”

Secretary Lin looked worried. “Make sure you stay close. Be careful.”

Construction sites were filled with building materials that could easily fall in severe weather. Knowing Liu Ran was with her, Lin felt slightly relieved and headed in another direction to search.

The storm was a mixture of torrential rain and gale-force winds. Even though Liu Ran held the umbrella almost entirely over Ming Siyu, both were inevitably soaked. The summer rain was fierce, and the temperature had plummeted. Ming Siyu was wearing short sleeves; when the flashlight beam swept past, Liu Ran noticed goosebumps on her pale arms.

Scanning the area and seeing no one else, Liu Ran asked Ming Siyu to hold the umbrella for a moment. She took off her damp outer jacket and draped it over Ming Siyu’s shoulders. Then, she took back the umbrella with one hand and put her other arm around Ming Siyu’s shoulder. “Let’s check over there.”

Ming Siyu looked up at Liu Ran’s messy hair. Raindrops clung to her glasses as she hid comfortably under the umbrella. “Aren’t you afraid of someone seeing your wolf ears?”

At that, Liu Ran’s ears twitched involuntarily. They stood tall like two furry radars. “There’s no one else nearby. Besides, my hearing is better than a human’s… I might hear Jian Huaici’s voice. Also, you shouldn’t get a fever from the rain.” Her voice trailed off at the end.

Ming Siyu remained silent. After a few steps, she took a deep breath. “Liu Ran, if anything happens to Jian Huaici, I might not be able to afford the payout.”

In Jian Huaijin’s eyes, Jian Huaici’s life couldn’t be measured in money. If she were lost, a financial settlement wouldn’t solve it. Problems that money couldn’t solve were the truly terrifying ones.

They checked every possible hiding spot. As they passed a concrete pouring pit, Liu Ran shivered, thinking of horror movies where people were buried alive in construction sites.

Ming Siyu’s stamina was depleting fast. After searching one building floor-by-floor with Liu Ran, she was exhausted. There was no elevator, and the external construction lift was unsafe in the storm. Ming Siyu sat down against a support pillar, gasping for breath. Suddenly, the overhead lights flickered and died. The building plunged into darkness.

The wind howled like a ghost outside. Liu Ran tried calling Ming Siyu’s phone, but there was no answer. Panic set in. She began searching the floors one by one, tripping over bricks in the dark. Eventually, she found Ming Siyu on the second floor.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“It’s dead,” Ming Siyu said, waving her black screen.

“Can you move? If not, stay here. I’ll find Jian Huaici and come back for you.”

Ming Siyu nodded. As Liu Ran prepared to leave, she noticed Ming Siyu still wearing the soaked jacket. “Director Ming, take that off. Wet clothes will only make you colder.”

Ming Siyu began to strip the jacket off, but suddenly let out a laugh. Liu Ran stared, spooked. “What are you laughing at?”

Ming Siyu looked at Liu Ran’s long, athletic legs. “I just thought about the time you ran away from my office… down thirty-six flights of stairs. Haha.”

Liu Ran: “…” At a time like this, she still has the heart to mock me?

Ming Siyu shone her light and saw blood dripping down Liu Ran’s arm. “Liu Ran, your arm.”

Liu Ran looked down. There was a long gash from her shoulder to her elbow, likely from her fall earlier. She shook it off. It didn’t hurt much; her Direwolf genes dampened her pain receptors. She wiped the blood away with a wet palm. “It’s fine.”

Ming Siyu was fuming. “Your hands and the rainwater are filthy!”

“But the wound is shallow.”

Ming Siyu gnashed her teeth. “Fine, go kill yourself then. Get out of here.”

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Ran found a fallen hard hat near a scaffolding unit. The distress beacon was dead—no wonder the search party hadn’t found this spot.

She wiped the rain from her eyes, her instincts telling her someone was close. She adjusted her footing just in time to realize she was standing next to an open, abandoned manhole. A few more centimeters and she would have fallen in.

She shone her light down. There was a person slumped against the wall, her face pale. It was Jian Huaici.

Liu Ran shouted for help, but her voice was swallowed by the rain. She checked the well; the bottom was sealed with concrete, and rainwater was pouring in from the surrounding ground. The water was already at Jian Huaici’s neck. In a few more minutes, she would drown in her sleep.

Liu Ran lay flat on the ground, reaching down. She could only touch the hem of the girl’s clothes. Just then, she heard frantic footsteps. Light beams cut through the rain.

“Over here!”

The rescue was swift. Jian Huaijin arrived within minutes, dropping to her knees by the well in a way that made Liu Ran’s heart ache. She felt a pang of envy if it were her in that well, would anyone care that much?

Seeing the others occupied with the rescue, Liu Ran slipped away to find Ming Siyu, worried about her ears being exposed now that her hood was gone.

The crisis passed. Jian Huaijin, a doctor herself, treated her sister. Jian Huaici had a minor concussion and scrapes but was stable.

Before they left, Ming Siyu pointed to Liu Ran’s arm. “She got hurt looking for her. Treat it.”

Jian Huaijin agreed immediately. She disinfected and sprayed the wound with a solution that smelled of fresh grass. By the time they reached home, the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. Qi Zhen had warm soup waiting.

Ming Siyu took a bath while calling her grandmother to report that “she and Huaijin had spent half the night together.” The grandmother was delighted, already talking about engagement ceremonies. Ming Siyu humored her, knowing a marriage was impossible. Besides, she had less than a year to live.

As she dried her hair, she wondered if Liu Ran had bothered to dry her fur before sleeping. She dragged her sore legs downstairs to check. Near the bathroom, she heard the hum of a hairdryer.

Liu Ran stepped out, yawning, her ears fluffy and slightly disheveled from the drying, looking a bit dazed.

“Director Ming? What’s wrong?”

Ming Siyu crossed her arms. “Checking to see if you dried your ears and tail properly.”

“They’re dry.”

“Good. Otherwise, it ruins the texture when I touch them.”

Liu Ran took a cautious step back. She hasn’t slept all night and she still has the energy to play with me? “Director Ming, maybe we should just sleep.”

“Go ahead.”

Liu Ran woke up refreshed, but Ming Siyu had caught a nasty cold. For a few days, the house was quiet as Ming Siyu recovered, her nose red and her voice raspy.

A few days later, Jian Huaijin called. Jian Huaici wanted to see Liu Ran to thank her in person. Ming Siyu, despite her possessiveness, let her go, reasoning that the class-conscious Jian family would never allow anything real to develop between their “golden branch” and a pet like Liu Ran.

At the Jian villa—a house styled in classic vintage luxury Liu Ran sat with Jian Huaici. The younger girl was wearing a neck brace but looked lively.

“You and Director Jian have such a good relationship,” Liu Ran said wistfully.

Jian Huaici laughed. “Sister scolded me, but when I cried, she couldn’t stay mad.” She looked over at Jian Huaijin, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen. Jian Huaijin caught her eye and gave a tender, doting smile.

Liu Ran’s envy deepened. Tears actually worked on someone like Jian Huaijin. Unlike Ming Siyu, who only got more excited when Liu Ran cried.

As they chatted, Liu Ran showed Jian Huaici photos of her dried flower arrangements. While flipping through the gallery, a voice call invitation suddenly popped up on the screen.

Even though Liu Ran flipped the phone over instantly, Jian Huaici caught the caller ID.

The contact was labeled: “Dear Master.”

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