Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 54 

Chapter 54

Ming Siyu recalled her own actions and nodded on Liu Ran’s behalf.

“Are there serious consequences?”

The doctor nodded solemnly: “If this continues, it will lead to pheromone disorder. She won’t be able to control her pheromones well, and might even lose control completely. Given that she is an S-class Alpha, this issue must be taken seriously.”

Ming Siyu relaxed: “Then it’s not serious. It’s not like she’ll die.”

Liu Ran: “…”

Does it have to be fatal to count as serious?

She asked the doctor: “How should this symptom be treated?”

“It’s still in the early stages. You just need to reduce the number of times you suppress desire. Ideally, she should mark a suitable Omega. Actually, according to the normal frequency of an Alpha’s heat, enduring it once in a while is normal and doesn’t affect the body. But frequently arousing sexual desire outside of the natural heat cycle without being able to perform a marking is definitely bad for the body—unless one has a specific fetish for that.”

After saying this, the doctor gave Liu Ran a meaningful glance.

“Is there a way to prevent pheromone disorder?” Ming Siyu was unwilling to stop doing it with Liu Ran, but she also didn’t agree to let Liu Ran mark her. “The kind that can cure it at the root.”

The doctor thought for a moment: “Then the only option is to surgically remove the gland.”

Liu Ran: “…”

Ming Siyu: “…”

“We’ll think about it.”

After leaving the hospital, Ming Siyu asked directly: “Do you want your gland removed?”

Liu Ran shook her head vigorously.

Nonsense, who wants their gland removed for no reason?

Ming Siyu tilted her chin up: “Then you’d better endure well from now on. You aren’t allowed to have any desires. Otherwise, if it develops into a loss of pheromone control, you’ll have to be locked up.”

Isn’t this asking for the impossible?

Liu Ran turned her head away. “You’re being too harsh on me. Can I perform a temporary marking on you?”

She was met with a categorical refusal.

“No.”

Ming Siyu naturally attributed Liu Ran’s recent abnormal behavior to the gland and pheromone issues. Thinking about it this way, it seemed she herself was the culprit, and she felt too depressed to even get angry.

Who on earth decided that Alphas and Omegas had to perform markings to stay healthy? Humans have desires; Ming Siyu never thought having desire was something shameful. Genetics were truly baffling sometimes.

Liu Ran’s mind, however, was not on the gland issue.

The person who was caught and served prison time back then was the crew’s executive producer. After many twists and turns, she wanted to contact him, but since he was still in prison, she ultimately only obtained the contact information for his family. She conducted the entire process with extreme caution, terrified that someone would discover her interest in this matter.

But no matter how careful she was, she couldn’t be completely airtight. If Ming Siyu really wanted to investigate her, she would definitely find traces.

And Ming Siyu hadn’t.

In a sense, doing this was a betrayal of Ming Siyu. Ming Siyu hated betrayal and followed a “once disloyal, never used again” philosophy. If she were discovered one day, Liu Ran didn’t know how she could possibly apologize to make amends.

But she didn’t have the courage to bring this up directly with Ming Siyu to ask for clarification.

Liu Ran thought: I’ll try my best to investigate in secret first. If I confirm it has nothing to do with Ming Siyu, the knot in my heart will unravel. I’ll act as if this never happened, and then I can calmly find an opportunity to confess to her.

If it were the opposite situation…

Liu Ran shook her head.

It won’t be.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the unit door. The neighborhood was quite old; the unit doors were rusted, and the wall paint was mottled, revealing large and small patches of gray cement and emitting a faint, damp, musty smell.

The wife of the executive producer still lived here with her child.

Liu Ran clenched her fingers and closed the door of the electricity meter box at the unit entrance. A woman came down from upstairs, dressed simply, carrying a bag of trash in each hand. The stairwell was narrow; the woman looked up and glanced at Liu Ran, confirming she wasn’t a resident here. Standing at the unit entrance, she tossed the trash out. The bags drew two perfect parabolas in the air and landed steadily in the trash bin.

“Who are you looking for?” the woman asked helpfully. Half-hidden under her collar was a translucent green jade pendant.

Liu Ran’s throat felt tight, as if blocked by a wad of rags.

She suddenly wanted to flee. She wanted to smile and say, “Sorry, I have the wrong place,” then turn and leave, pretending she had never been here and never knew anything about The Glass Sea Has No Echo crew. She wanted to return to Ming Siyu’s side and continue being an ignorant, happy little dog.

“I’m looking for you,” she said softly.

The moment she spoke, Liu Ran realized with terror that her main purpose for coming here wasn’t to confirm the details of her mother’s death, but to confirm that Ming Siyu had nothing to do with it.

Five minutes later. Inside a disparately decorated living room.

“I am President Ming’s secretary.” Liu Ran stared at the woman’s face. The woman’s gaze darted around, refusing to meet her eyes.

The woman’s expression changed instantly.

“What do you people want now? We agreed back then it was just that one time, and there would be no more involvement. Why have you come looking for us again?”

Her arms were tense, her back slightly hunched, and her body was turned toward the door in a very defensive posture.

Liu Ran recalled Ming Siyu’s posture when negotiating business with others. She feigned confidence and composure, trying to fish the information she wanted out of the other person’s mouth.

The words the woman just spoke had already revealed a lot.

“Your husband is about to be released soon. I am here on behalf of the company to thank him for his contribution back then. I’ve also come on behalf of President Ming to check on the situation and see if any further help is needed.”

“No need.” The woman’s tone was stiff, her eyes shifting; she was clearly afraid. “He took the fall for someone else, but we were paid. Please tell President Ming that we are even. I just want to live a quiet life after my husband comes out. If she’s worried, we can move away and leave A-City.”

Hearing the woman speak like this, Liu Ran understood.

She had guessed correctly. Money laundering through a project is usually led by the investors. The executive producer in the production team was just an employee; if nothing happened, all was well, but if something went wrong, they were there to take the fall.

“No need to be nervous. As you said, we’re even—a fair trade. As long as you keep your promise and keep that matter buried, it’s better for everyone.”

The woman quickly glanced at the secretary from the corner of her eye.

The person looked quite young, but her words were intimidating, filled with implications.

Wasn’t this just a threat for her not to speak out of turn? Her husband was about to be released, and they were coming at this time to give her a reminder.

However, President Ming was clearly overthinking and being overly cautious.

The woman gave a bitter smile: “Please tell President Ming to rest assured. We will absolutely not say a single word. To tell you the truth, we don’t have the guts. A living example is right there; how would we dare?”

A living example?

Liu Ran could hardly breathe, but she continued to feign calm: “You know about that matter too?”

“We were all in the same crew, seeing each other every day. We all heard a bit about it more or less. Back then, if Director Shen hadn’t refused, President Ming wouldn’t have turned to my husband instead…”

In an instant, the world before Liu Ran’s eyes turned black and white.

Director Shen… how many other Director Shens could there be?

Back then, if Director Shen hadn’t refused, President Ming wouldn’t have turned to my husband instead.

This sentence circled in her mind like it had entered an echo chamber, repeating over and over until her head throbbed painfully.

Enough, this is enough.

Liu Ran had originally thought she would have to expend a lot of effort to get any information out, and she had been worried about accidentally letting something slip and alerting the other party after all, most of her knowledge of the past events was based on inference and guesswork. She hadn’t expected the other party to truly believe she was sent by Ming Siyu, leaking a massive amount of information like spilling beans after just a few guided prompts.

After exchanging a few meaningless pleasantries, she stood up to take her leave. Sitting here, she was about to suffocate; she had to get out and breathe the fresh air outside.

Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned back. Liu Ran gave the woman a smile. “There’s more than one person surnamed Ming in the conglomerate. Aren’t you afraid I was sent by another President Ming to fish for information?”

The woman was stunned, panic flashing in her eyes.

She gave a forced laugh: “Don’t scare me… besides, aren’t they all from the same family?”

Liu Ran pulled up a photo of Ming Siyu on her phone and held it up to the woman: “The one who negotiated with you back then, is it confirmed to be this President Ming?”

The woman glanced at it, not daring to look for long. She felt it looked quite like the person in her memory and nodded: “Yes.”

“The same surname doesn’t necessarily mean the same family. If someone else comes looking for you later, say what you want to say, but don’t reveal that I’ve been here. I will relay what we said to President Ming word for word.”

The woman was stunned for a second, then nodded: “I understand, I understand.”

The woman escorted Liu Ran all the way to the unit door before going back.

Stepping out of the building, Liu Ran looked up and was stung by the bright sunlight. Her vision went black instantly, and she only managed to stand steady by leaning against the wall.

If Director Shen hadn’t refused back then.

So Ming Siyu had first found Shen Yunhe, wanting to bribe her to take the fall, but was rejected by Shen Yunhe. And after being rejected? Did she threaten Shen Yunhe not to speak a word of this? Was Shen Yunhe forced to be dismissed from the crew, or did she quit voluntarily?

And then it was such a coincidence that she died in an accident shortly after?

Liu Ran didn’t dare think further.

She wanted to rush home at top speed, rush to Ming Siyu, and demand a clear explanation of the sequence of events.

But her legs felt like they were filled with lead, heavy and soft; she couldn’t even stand steady without holding onto something.

Her phone rang cheerfully, startling Liu Ran.

Supporting herself against the wall with one hand, she pulled out her phone. The contact “A Master” made her heart throb with pain.

She waited a few seconds before pressing answer. Holding the phone to her ear, she said with difficulty: “Hello, President Ming.”

“I’m not busy today. Come back this afternoon to finish the drawing you didn’t finish last time.” Ming Siyu’s voice was light and cheerful, even carrying a rare hint of tenderness.

The second-floor studio was entirely Ming Siyu’s private domain. Liu Ran only recently found out that even Qi Zhen couldn’t enter or leave at will. When she first learned this news, she had been secretly happy for several days, feeling that she was somewhat special to Ming Siyu after all—it felt like their exclusive space.

If it were before, she would have gone over happily. Now, she only wanted to be as far away from Ming Siyu as possible.

“I’m sorry, I have class this afternoon. Next time, how about next time?”

Ming Siyu didn’t speak.

She hung up the phone abruptly.

Liu Ran knew this was a sign of Ming Siyu’s anger. On a scale of mild, moderate, very, and furious, she was probably at the “very angry” stage. In this situation, the earlier one coaxed her, the sooner Ming Siyu’s anger would dissipate. Otherwise, Ming Siyu would quickly come up with several ways to retaliate.

But she didn’t have the energy right now.

A car engine cut out. Liu Ran thought it was a resident returning; she squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate, wanting to drive away quickly.

When she looked up, someone she did not want to see at this moment appeared unexpectedly in her sight.

Ming Siwei.

Well, it wasn’t just Ming Siwei; right now, she didn’t want to see anyone. But she especially didn’t want to see someone related to the Ming family.

Ming Siwei obviously hadn’t expected to see Liu Ran here either and arched her eyebrows in surprise.

“A-Ran, you—”

Pushed to the extreme of panic, Liu Ran actually calmed down.

If Ming Siwei appeared here, the person she was looking for was 100% the same one Liu Ran had just sought.

“Miss Siwei, she lives in 302. She’s home.”

Ming Siwei’s expression was clearly a bit awkward. She looked up at the window of 302 and showed no intention of going upstairs.

“A-Ran, let’s find a place to talk.”

“It’s like this: my sister started her own company, right? Back then, the company wasn’t as big as it is now, and there was a bit of a problem with capital turnover. I had just started participating in the conglomerate’s management—well, not really participating. You know, my sister has always been unwilling to let me interfere with conglomerate affairs. I’m my mother’s illegitimate daughter; before I came back, the entire conglomerate’s future belonged to her.”

“But my appearance gave her a bit of a sense of crisis. Both her parents have passed away, while my mother is still here, and the shares Grandma originally intended for her to inherit would more or less be distributed to me. So it’s normal for her not to like me; I understand. I admire her a lot, so I just follow her around doing odd jobs, not participating in major decisions.”

“Sister’s own company ran into trouble and needed funds. A tropical island project had a lot of money invested in it, but halfway through development, it was suddenly ordered to stop land reclamation due to environmental assessment reasons. It could only be left as an unfinished project. The capital for other projects couldn’t keep up, and she faced the risk of a broken cash flow. She was young then and momentarily confused, wanting to take a shortcut to fill the company’s funding gap.”

“But it was paused immediately after being accidentally exposed. Sister filled all the funds that could be filled and settled all the accounts that could be settled… but the problem wasn’t the amount, it was the nature of the act. Someone had to take the blame, so she thought of the director in the production group. I heard her wife was sick and her daughter was in school and they were very short on money; that kind of person will do anything for money.”

“The method was nothing more than threats and bribes, promising her three million. Initially, Director Shen agreed, but later for some reason she suddenly went back on her word and threatened my sister in turn, saying that not only would she not take the fall, but my sister had to give her money, or else she would report her. Sister was caught a bit off guard then and threatened Director Shen, telling her she would be banned from the entertainment industry forever, would never be able to direct again, and that she would frame her for embezzling project funds and send her to prison.

Director Shen didn’t dare fight a life-and-death battle with Sister and voluntarily left the crew. Sister then found the executive producer of the crew, and he agreed, which finally settled the matter.”

“I helped Sister handle a part of it back then. We didn’t dare film the movie anymore and just found a small film company to sell the script to. Although the matter was resolved, it wasn’t exactly honorable after all; few people knew about it, and as time passed, everyone forgot. It’s only because I recently realized the executive producer is about to come out and thought about whether to give another reminder that this matter was brought up again.”

“Sister has always regarded this matter as a failure in her life, and she regrets it very much, so she gets angry whenever it’s mentioned. It was also a lapse in my consideration; I shouldn’t have let you take those documents to Sister. I should have handled it quietly myself.”

Ming Siwei held her coffee and spoke a great deal in an unhurried manner.

Liu Ran asked calmly: “And that Director Shen?”

“I heard she died in an accident shortly after. To be honest, both Sister and I breathed a sigh of relief then.” Ming Siwei shrugged, looking truly as if a burden had been lifted.

“It wasn’t your doing, right?”

Ming Siwei shook her head vigorously: “Of course not. That involves a human life. At most, we use threats; we can’t do things like murder for money.”

She paused and continued: “The matter is pretty much like that. It’s all in the past, and there’s no point in dredging up old news. But if Sister knew you were worrying for her and doing these things in secret, she would surely be very moved.”

Liu Ran lied to Ming Siwei, saying that since she saw Ming Siyu being so secretive about a movie from years ago, she guessed there must be something troubling her, so she wanted to secretly understand it—if she could help resolve it, she could save Ming Siyu one less worry.

Liu Ran smiled: “So that’s how it is. I didn’t actually do anything after all, so it doesn’t count as helping. If she finds out, she might feel I took matters into my own hands, so I’d rather not tell her. Then you’ll handle this matter in the end? I spoke to that woman a bit, but I’m afraid I didn’t convey the meaning well enough.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Ming Siwei gave a relaxed smile as well.

Liu Ran didn’t know how she got home. Even though the spring sunlight was very warm, blowing on her face comfortably, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, with cold air rising from her head to the soles of her feet.

Ming Siwei’s words couldn’t be fully trusted; she would definitely automatically rationalize the actions of the Ming family. The story that Ming Siyu was “forced” to threaten Shen Yunhe only because of the money laundering through the project company Liu Ran didn’t believe this was true. Her mother was a refined and gentle person; no matter how anxious she was, she wouldn’t be impulsive enough to do such a thing.

But she couldn’t entirely disbelieve it either. Much of what she said matched what the executive producer’s wife said. It was certain that Shen Yunhe didn’t agree to take the fall and go to prison, was subsequently threatened by Ming Siyu, and learned a lesson, becoming a “living example.”

Standing before the door, she was in a daze, not pressing the lock for a long time. She was afraid to push the door open, afraid to see the home behind it, and afraid of the steaming hot food.

She was afraid to see Ming Siyu.

She couldn’t go and question Ming Siyu. If Ming Siyu knew she was Shen Yunhe’s child, what would she do? Threaten her? Kill her? Like she did to Shen Yunhe back then?

Recently, she had gotten along so happily with Ming Siyu that she even… fallen for her.

She even craved the same affection from Ming Siyu.

The bittersweetness of love had nearly made her forget what kind of person Ming Siyu was at her core.

Teasing her, being gentle to her, giving up the annual meeting to rush back from Yuncheng for her, giving her gifts, sending her to school… these were indeed Ming Siyu.

Trampling and humiliating her, monitoring her, making her crawl on the ground like a dog and call her “Master” before she could eat, being autocratic, arrogant, vengeful, and stopping at nothing to achieve her goals… these were also Ming Siyu.

The elevator doors opened, and Qi Zhen came out carrying a bag of seasonings. Seeing her at the door, she wondered: “Hey, why aren’t you going in?”

“I just got to the door.”

“Oh, let me open it.”

Seeing Qi Zhen carrying things, Liu Ran pressed the lock: “I’ll do it.”

On January 1st, Ming Siyu had her record her fingerprint on the smart lock and told her the code.

They entered one after the other. Qi Zhen went straight to the kitchen to get busy.

Ming Siyu’s voice was as cold as if it contained a piece of ice: “Why are you back so late?”

“There was a bit of a traffic jam.”

Liu Ran answered fluently while changing her shoes. Her mouth was bitter and dry, and her stomach throbbed with pain.

Habitually, she went to shower first.

As she passed Ming Siyu, Ming Siyu said coldly: “I’ve spoken to your counselor. For the next month, you don’t need to go to school anymore.”

Liu Ran’s chest felt tight.

She had thought Ming Siyu would retaliate, but she hadn’t expected it to be so fast and so ruthless.

“Why?”

Looking at Liu Ran, whose eyes were grim, Ming Siyu felt as if her heart were being poured over with boiling lava. Why? She wanted to ask Liu Ran why too.

She had spent the entire afternoon convincing herself that Liu Ran’s recent mood issues were due to the gland problem, and she should take responsibility. Telling the counselor not to let Liu Ran go to school was just a lie; as long as Liu Ran apologized to her a bit and showed her a bit more care, it would be fine.

When the words reached her lips, they turned into piercing, cold sarcasm: “There’s no why. If I can let you go to school, naturally I can also make it so you can’t.”

Liu Ran’s fists tightened over and over.

Finally, she slowly let go. “Do whatever you want.”

Ming Siyu had waited all afternoon, and she hadn’t expected to receive such an answer. She thought Liu Ran would be frightened to tears by her intimidation, pitiably begging if she could continue going to school. Instead, the answer she received was a cold “Do whatever you want.”

Ming Siyu’s fire flared up on the spot.

No one had ever dared to treat her like this, perfunctorily treating her as if she were air. Liu Ran truly dared to push her luck; she had pampered her too much lately!

She strode to chase Liu Ran, who closed her room door just before being caught.

Ming Siyu pounded on the door several times. “Liu Ran, open the door.”

Liu Ran completely didn’t know how to face Ming Siyu now. She could put on a front before others, but she couldn’t keep it up before Ming Siyu. Her whole person was like a bucket with holes, her emotions spilling out through the openings.

She suppressed the urge to question Ming Siyu and said as calmly as possible: “I’m tired. I want to be alone for a while.”

“Be alone with your father!”

Ming Siyu walked away huffily. A few minutes later, she came down carrying an electric chainsaw.

It startled Qi Zhen so much her hand shook, spilling the porridge she was carrying all over the floor: “Eldest Miss, Eldest Miss! Let’s talk things through!”

“Scram!”

Ming Siyu gave a sinister glare, and Qi Zhen immediately didn’t dare speak further.

Liu Ran was still agonizing over what on earth she should do when, the next second, she heard the buzzing of the saw teeth.

Ming Siyu used the chainsaw to saw a large opening directly into the door.

Liu Ran jumped down from the bed to open the door, and the saw nearly shoved right into her face.

“Are you crazy!?”

Ming Siyu held the chainsaw, gasping for breath: “Liu Ran, look at you now! Is this the attitude you should have toward me?”

Liu Ran stared at her for a while.

She crouched down and held her head: “I’m sorry. I’m really tired. I want to rest for a bit.”

Ming Siyu put down the chainsaw, crouched beside Liu Ran, stroked her drooping wolf ears, and followed with a softened voice: “Did something happen to you outside? Is someone bullying you?”

Liu Ran shook her head weakly: “No.”

“Then who are you giving that face to?” Ming Siyu lost her patience.

Liu Ran was definitely hiding something from her.

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