Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 63

Chapter 63

The doctor mentioned utilizing stem cell regeneration surgery, which might potentially alleviate organ decay, but the technology was currently immature and the risks were very high. Another option was organ transplantation, but Omega bodies are generally more delicate, making it difficult to find suitable matches, and the risk of multi-organ transplantation is similarly high. Furthermore, Ming Siyu’s illness was extremely unique; the two aforementioned treatment plans might not necessarily apply.

Ming Siyu herself was exceptionally resistant to surgery and even hospitals in general; compared to lying on an operating table to undergo a surgery with a failure rate as high as 95%, she preferred to die according to her originally established plan.

This coma was equivalent to completely drawing back the curtain on death; she was likely to encounter various problems in the future. Ming Siyu did not stay in the hospital for long before returning home. On the way back, she stopped by to see Bai Yu; Bai Yu had several tubes inserted into her and was lying silently in the ICU. She took a few photos.

Qi Zhen had rushed over upon hearing Ming Siyu’s phone drop and sent her to the hospital, and was now picking her up to take her back. She wasn’t clear on what illness Ming Siyu actually had. As they neared the house, Ming Siyu asked, “Aren’t you curious why I suddenly fainted?”

Qi Zhen lowered her head and replied, “Eldest Miss, you didn’t tell me, which means you didn’t want me to know; you only need to instruct me on how to care for you.”

“I’m fine. Just common hypoglycemia. You are not allowed to tell anyone, especially the Old Madam.”

Qi Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief. “Eldest Miss, you used to faint from time to time before as well. I understand; I won’t say a single word. I’ll make you something nutritious in a bit to properly nourish you.”

“Is Liu Ran… still at home?”

“Yes, Eldest Miss. She still doesn’t know you fainted and went to the hospital.”

Ming Siyu couldn’t help but think that even if Liu Ran knew she had fainted, she would probably just clap and cheer.

The moment before she opened her eyes on the hospital bed, the person she most hoped to see was Liu Ran, which was why she blurted out “Where is Liu Ran.” It took her a dozen seconds from waking up to fully regaining consciousness, remembering that it was impossible for Liu Ran to come to see her, as she was still tied to the bed.

Ming Siyu told Liu Ran the news that Bai Yu was temporarily out of danger. For credibility, she showed Liu Ran the photos she had taken at the hospital: “I went to the hospital to see your mother. She is currently in the observation period. There is a timestamp on the photo; I have no need to fabricate fake photos to deceive you. Once she is completely stabilized, I will take you to the hospital to see her.”

Liu Ran looked at them. Whether she believed it or not was unknown, but she remained silent. Seeing Liu Ran immobile and at her mercy on the bed, Ming Siyu couldn’t help but associate her with Bai Yu, who was also gasping for breath on a hospital bed, and herself during the coma. After injecting a relaxant, she untied Liu Ran and allowed her to move freely within the house.

Recalling those two paintings that had never been completed, Ming Siyu proposed finishing them since they happened to have the time.

In the studio, the two drawing boards were placed face to face. Liu Ran’s heart throbbed sharply. She felt that the time she was closest to Ming Siyu was not during sex in bed, but in the studio—when she was using her brush to record Ming Siyu painting seriously, while Ming Siyu showed her own drawing board with a smile, telling her: “While you are painting me, I am also painting you.”

At that moment, she had experienced a delusion and a hope: that while she liked Ming Siyu, Ming Siyu harbored the same feelings for her.

Sitting before the same drawing board again, looking at the lines laid down with full affection, Liu Ran held the brush but was unable to start for a long time.

Her feelings had changed; she could no longer paint with the same feeling as last time. Her mind could not be put on painting now. She couldn’t understand how Ming Siyu could have the leisure and elegance to sit here and paint after imprisoning her.

Seeing that she hadn’t moved her brush for a long while, Ming Siyu urged, “Why aren’t you painting?”

Liu Ran put the brush down. “I can’t paint it.”

“I can paint mine, why can’t you paint yours? If you don’t want to paint, just say so.”

Liu Ran said, “Fine, I just don’t want to paint, and I can’t paint it.” After saying that, she wanted to leave. Unlike the other rooms in the house, the studio held only the beautiful memories left by her and Ming Siyu; bit by bit, they were like a rope taking a life, strangling her until she was dizzy and her head throbbed. Every breath felt like swallowing a handful of knives into her lungs.

Just as she walked behind Ming Siyu, Ming Siyu tapped her paintbrush heavily twice against the wash bucket. “Sit down. If you can’t paint it, force yourself to paint.”

Liu Ran turned back and glared. “Do you have to force people like this? Does forcing others to do things they don’t want to do make you feel good and give you a sense of achievement?”

The painting on Ming Siyu’s canvas stung her eyes even more. Ming Siyu was continuing to refine the details from last time; the version of her in the painting had smiling eyes and was full of longing and expectation, as if depicting the most brilliant and precious treasure in the world.

One look and she didn’t dare look again. Liu Ran quickly turned her head, but Ming Siyu thought she was leaving and, without thinking, reached out and grabbed her arm.

Like an electric shock, Liu Ran jerked her hand away, throwing off Ming Siyu, but accidentally knocked over the water cup on the small table next to the easel. That water had been brought by Qi Zhen for Ming Siyu to drink; because Ming Siyu was in a wheelchair and her movement was not very convenient, the water cup was placed very close to the easel so Ming Siyu could reach it.

Part of the water in the cup dripped down the table, and another part splashed onto the easel. The pigments mixed with water, flowing down the canvas like colored tears, instantly turning the colors in the lower half into a messy smudge.

Ming Siyu stared at the painting motionlessly; Liu Ran was also stunned. She only wanted to shake off Ming Siyu; she didn’t mean to destroy that painting.

After a moment of daze, she hurried to get absorbent paper, pulling out half a pack and frantically trying to press it against the wet area. Her nose stung, and tears unknowingly flowed down her nose.

She was stopped by Ming Siyu. “No need to wipe it.”

Liu Ran’s hand holding the absorbent paper trembled slightly. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

That painting held special meaning for her. Those gentle and delicate strokes, carrying Ming Siyu’s characteristic sharpness, recorded the most beautiful version of them. Although she knew perfectly well Ming Siyu didn’t love her, this painting gave off a feeling: the author created this work filled with affection for the person in the painting. Whether a work has emotion or not can be felt.

She couldn’t bear it. It was as if this could prove that in this relationship, she wasn’t the only one suffering.

Ming Siyu didn’t look at her, only staring fixedly at the painting. She said in a heavy voice, “Get out.”

Liu Ran paused, slammed the door, and left.

The result had already turned out that bad; what difference did it make if it was intentional or not? She and Ming Siyu already hated each other to the point of being irreconcilable, treating the other’s pain as nourishment for their own happiness—why care about a painting.

Despite Liu Ran thinking this, her steps downstairs still couldn’t help but go soft. Reaching the last step, she truly couldn’t walk anymore, so she sat on the step, hugged her knees, and cried sorrowfully.

Inside the studio, Ming Siyu didn’t know how to describe her current mood. When pain reaches its extreme, one becomes numb. Grievance, resentment, anger, despair… she had tasted every one of those emotions that can easily destroy a person during this period.

After experiencing it herself, she understood why Liu Ran was unwilling to listen to her explanation about Bai Yu. Although Liu Ran told her she didn’t do it on purpose, that explanation sounded lightweight to her ears, without any weight. In short, the consequence was that the only painting had been destroyed.

She could never paint the Liu Ran in that picture again, because Liu Ran would never smile at her like that again.

Her hand tightly gripped her chest as she breathed with exhausted effort.

The melted pigments dripped, falling into the bucket under the easel, sending out ripple after ripple on the water’s surface.

Her gaze swept inch by inch over the canvas, every texture of the canvas imprinted in her mind. Falling on the part soaked by water, the smudged patches of color were as ugly as her total defeat at this moment.

Her eyes gradually moistened. Ming Siyu thought she was going to cry, but her vision was just a hazy mist; she couldn’t even shed a tear. She had forgotten what it felt like to cry.

Through her blurred vision, Ming Siyu sat and looked at the painting for a long time.

Until a patch of darkened color made her eyebrows jump.

It is perfectly normal for pigments to be diluted when meeting water, but they should only become lighter, not darker or tinged with an old, withered yellow.

Ming Siyu leaned close to the canvas, carefully scrutinizing the pigments on it. The areas that hadn’t met water were still normal colors; wherever was soaked by water, it looked as if a yellowing filter had been applied individually. Ming Siyu initially thought her poor health had caused her vision to fail, but the colors in other places were fine.

She picked up the brush and dipped it into the pigments on the palette again, making a random stroke on a dry area of the canvas it was the color of the pigment itself. Then she lightly applied a layer over the wet area. Initially, the pigment was no different from the dry area; after a while, when she compared them again, it had become slightly withered again. Actually, the color difference wasn’t large; it was only because Ming Siyu was exceptionally sensitive to color due to studying painting that she discovered the subtle difference within.

The water…

Her gaze shifted, falling on the overturned cup. Ming Siyu instantly forgot the sorrow Liu Ran had brought her, and her spine went cold. She wiped her hands clean, smeared the remaining puddle of water on the table back into the cup, then placed the water cup on the wheelchair cup holder and silently left the studio, thinking of finding a clean bottle in the bedroom.

Naturally, an empty bottle wouldn’t be placed in the bedroom for no reason. Normally at such a time, she would definitely call Qi Zhen without thinking, but right now she didn’t dare call Qi Zhen. That cup of water had been handed to her by Qi Zhen. She had no habit of getting her own water to drink since childhood; almost every day, the water she drank was prepared and given to her by Qi Zhen.

Ming Siyu took a bottle of nearly finished sleeping pills from the nightstand, flushed the remaining few pills down the toilet, rinsed the medicine bottle clean, and carefully poured the water from the cup into it.

She hoped she was overthinking. She truly did not want to suspect someone who had lived with her in the same house for nearly twenty years.

The next day, under Ming Siyu’s instructions, Qi Zhen tied Liu Ran back to the bed. Everything was as usual. Ming Siyu called Secretary Wen and told her to come pick her up. Inside Secretary Wen’s car, Ming Siyu made a call to Jian Huaijin.

Learning that Jian Huaijin happened to be in the laboratory, she asked for the laboratory address and had Secretary Wen navigate there.

The two hadn’t contacted each other for a long time. Facing Ming Siyu’s sudden visit, Jian Huaijin was the same as ever—distant yet polite. For the convenience of experiments, Jian Huaijin’s hair was tied tightly behind her head. When she turned sideways, a round hickey seemed to be imprinted on her slender neck, which vanished into her collar the next second.

Ming Siyu wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries; she handed the sleeping pill bottle to Jian Huaijin. “Do me a favor. Can your laboratory detect the components of the water in this bottle?”

“Of course. My laboratory can be said to be one of the most advanced laboratories in the country, and even on the planet.” Jian Huaijin took the medicine bottle, observed it after opening, and sniffed it under her nose. “This looks like ordinary water, with slight turbidity. You suspect something is wrong with it?”

“Yes.” There were only the two of them in the laboratory’s reception room right now. Ming Siyu spoke bluntly, “How soon can the results come out?”

Jian Huaijin gave a definitive answer. “Tonight.”

Being not very well-acquainted had its benefits; Jian Huaijin agreed to her request without asking a single extra question.

After leaving the laboratory, Ming Siyu originally wanted to go home, but at the thought of facing Liu Ran and Qi Zhen at home, she suddenly felt that she didn’t want to go back to that house much either. So she had Secretary Wen take her to the group headquarters.

Ming Siyu had never been away from work for this long; for a moment, it felt a bit unfamiliar. During the time she was away, group affairs were basically handled by several vice presidents and Ming Siwei. She checked the work; it was mediocre and followed the rules without any major blunders. It seemed that even without her, the giant ship of the group could function normally at least for a short time.

She processed some accumulated work. When signing for the second time and reaching the date, Ming Siyu put down her pen and sighed. Her current state was not suitable for work.

She couldn’t do anything; she could only wait for the phone. Wait for good news about Bai Yu from the hospital, wait for Jian Huaijin to tell her if her suspicion of Qi Zhen was overthinking.

Ming Siwei heard she had come to the group and knocked on her office door in the afternoon. Ming Siwei had a flattering smile on her face, asking why she wasn’t resting properly at home.

Ming Siyu uncharacteristically praised Ming Siwei: “I looked at your recent work; you’ve done okay.”

Ming Siwei’s eyes instantly turned red. Overwhelmed by the favor, she stammered excitedly, “Compared to you, Sister, it’s still… far behind.”

“It’s good that you have this awareness. Grandmother has always hoped you can grow enough to stand on your own; don’t let the old lady down.”

“Sister…”

“I’m finished. Get out.”

Ming Siyu unceremoniously kicked Ming Siwei out again. By evening, people in the group left one by one. In the several office buildings opposite Ming Siyu’s office window, the lights gradually dimmed, with only a few honeycomb-like windows still lit.

Near ten o’clock, the phone on the desk rang again. Ming Siyu stiffly picked up the phone and pressed the call button.

“Siyu.”

Upon hearing the meaningful tone in Jian Huaijin’s voice, Ming Siyu’s heart sank to the bottom first.

“Removing common impurities, the water also contains some molecules of drying oil, heavy metals, etc., which should be from dissolving a very small amount of pigment. And… a very rare toxic oxidant.” Jian Huaijin was very serious, also revealing a faint worry: “I don’t know where you obtained this thing, but I can be certain that it is completely banned domestically except as a component of specific drugs. The Empire’s supervision of it is very strict; for an individual to obtain it, it basically can only be through smuggling.”

Ming Siyu gritted her teeth, almost unable to hear her own voice: “What are the consequences of ingestion?”

“Currently there aren’t enough clinical trials to prove what specific harm it will cause, but it’s not hard to see from its classification that it will at least accelerate the aging of human organs. When I was studying abroad, some people in countries with lax drug regulation would use it as a chronic poison. Its advantages are obvious: soluble in water, colorless and tasteless, it won’t cause severe pain or other reactions, thus making it not easy to discover. The disadvantage is the same: it metabolizes quickly, so a small amount of accidental ingestion is fine because the human body’s own cells are also updating and iterating at all times, so it needs to be taken for a long time to have an effect.”

Jian Huaijin paused. “I suggest you report it to the regulatory bureau.”

Ming Siyu’s vision blurred, and she said in a trembling voice, “Keep this matter confidential for me. If there are other problems later, I’ll contact you again.”

Jian Huaijin said with concern, “Of course. But, Siyu, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

Hanging up the phone, countless silhouettes flashed before her eyes. Qi Zhen was from a single-parent family; her mother had always cared for Old Madam Ming at the old estate. Qi Zhen had been brought into the old estate by her mother when she was in her early teens. They had just divorced, and the other party had snatched the house; Old Madam Ming allowed her mother to move into the servant’s room with the child. Ming Siyu was seven or eight then, with a domineering personality like a little tyrant. Qi Zhen naturally became her “subordinate,” caring for her just as her mother cared for Old Madam Ming. Later, Ming Siyu moved out of the old estate and brought Qi Zhen with her.

She was used to Qi Zhen’s care and paid Qi Zhen quite a generous salary. If one were to say someone wanted to harm her, Qi Zhen was never among the alternative answers.

Ming Siyu was so disgusted she almost vomited. This made her feel more disgusted than Liu Ran cursing her to die and being sarcastic to her.

She truly wanted to go home right now and give Qi Zhen a few slaps, questioning her on who exactly instructed her to do this. Qi Zhen was at most a nanny; she didn’t have the ability to get such a thing. There was absolutely someone else behind her providing it.

At the thought of drinking the water Qi Zhen handed over every day, Ming Siyu was cold all over. Anger and disgust mixed into a lump of ice shards that she swallowed; cold auras emanated from her body in waves.

Secretary Wen had been waiting for her. Seeing this, she asked: “Do we need to investigate Qi Zhen?”

“Investigate. Her personal accounts, her communications… all of them.” Ming Siyu squeezed a few words from between her teeth. “Tomorrow I will have her return to the old estate. Find two private investigators to come to my house in the morning. Be careful not to alert the enemy.”

She was determined to find the person behind Qi Zhen and pay them back tenfold or a hundredfold. Several alternative answers already existed in her heart: whoever benefited most from her death was basically the one.

At the same time, she booked a flight abroad. She no longer dared to trust the doctor she usually saw; things that Jian Huaijin’s laboratory could find, she didn’t believe the doctor had not a single shred of suspicion about.

Ming Siyu thought about countermeasures mechanically. Everyone seemed to be deceiving her, betraying her, and ganging up to trick and harm her. Aside from Secretary Wen, who already knew the truth, and the silly He Qiange who was awaiting childbirth, she didn’t know who else she could trust.

All the money, love, and trust she had given had been fed to dogs.

Ming Siyu got someone to procure a nano-tracker before returning home. Nano-trackers were hard to get; the person she asked had asked someone else, and after several transfers, it was delivered to her in a rush. By the time she got home, it was past midnight. She grabbed Liu Ran from the bed and, without a word, jabbed the nano-tracker into the back of her neck with a syringe.

Under Liu Ran’s questioning and angry gaze, Ming Siyu pinched Liu Ran’s chin, her nails nearly embedding into the flesh. “Tomorrow I’ll have someone take you to see your mom. Don’t think about running. Come back honestly after seeing her. The tracker injected into you is bound to a micro nano-bomb. Once I discover you want to leave, this time you might go down even before your mom.”

The nano-bomb was a lie she made up to deceive Liu Ran. She was clear that without giving Liu Ran enough of a threat, Liu Ran would absolutely not be honest. She was extremely angry and extremely desperate, unable to say a single good word to Liu Ran.

She wasn’t even sure if Liu Ran knew about Qi Zhen poisoning her; after all, if she died, Liu Ran was also one of the biggest beneficiaries.

She leaned down and bit Liu Ran’s lip hard. Liu Ran’s brow furrowed; thinking she was still angry about the painting, she didn’t make a sound.

“Don’t think I’m truly unwilling to kill you.”

Ming Siyu whispered a warning into Liu Ran’s ear. She had too much rage in her heart to vent. She pulled out Liu Ran’s ears and tail and toyed with them severely. She used a heavy hand; Liu Ran was made both pained and pleasured, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, the tip of her tail nearly broken, yet she could only be forced to lie on the bed and accept it. Liu Ran thought that Ming Siyu must have been provoked by something again while out, returning to become a lunatic once more.

The next day, everything proceeded according to Ming Siyu’s arrangements. They turned up a phone never seen before from Qi Zhen’s room. It took some methods to unlock it successfully; there was only one contact inside, without a name, and the note was a heart. That string of phone numbers looked familiar; without even having Secretary Wen find someone to check the owner of the number, Ming Siyu found it herself in her own phone.

The moment Ming Siwei’s name appeared on the phone screen, Ming Siyu supported herself against her wheelchair and vomited on the spot. Afraid of being discovered if she vomited in Qi Zhen’s room, she endured for two seconds until she reached the hallway to vomit.

She loathed Ming Siwei from her very bones. Sometimes loathing for a person cannot be explained clearly; regardless of whether the other party has done bad things, just looking at them makes one loathe them from the bottom of one’s heart. She was like that toward Ming Siwei.

But since the film crew money laundering incident, Ming Siwei had performed particularly honestly for four or five consecutive years, being submissive; she never went west when Ming Siyu said east, and took every opportunity to please her, being a total lackey. Ming Siyu subconsciously believed Ming Siwei was a useless and cowardly weakling, she didn’t even dare to launder much money, only laundering a few tens of millions, and was timid in everything else she did, which led to Ming Siyu never having seriously placed Ming Siwei in her sights to deal with. Her disdain for Ming Siwei was even greater than her loathing.

It turned out she was holding back a big move here.

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