Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

In a foreign land, Liu Ran unexpectedly ran into Lis. It was Lis who spotted her first, rushing over to say hello, and only then did Liu Ran remember they had met on the beach in Country B.

Lis was here on vacation. She looked behind Liu Ran and asked with a grin, “Where’s your girlfriend? Didn’t she come with you?”

“My girlfriend?”

“Wasn’t that beautiful Omega who was with you at the hotel your girlfriend?” Lis arched an eyebrow. “After you left that afternoon, I didn’t give up. I went to the hotel to look for you several days in a row, thinking maybe we’d have another chance encounter. Then I saw you with an Omega; you two seemed quite intimate, so I understood why you rejected me back then. I originally wanted to persevere despite the challenge, but your girlfriend looked like someone who wasn’t to be trifled with, so I beat a strategic retreat. Don’t tell me I misunderstood?”

Liu Ran couldn’t give an answer. She wasn’t sure if Ming Siyu was her girlfriend, nor was she sure if they had truly ever been “together.” But the title “girlfriend” stung her heart, making her vision blur.

In the gap of her daze, Lis had a moment of realization: “So you guys are now—”

They had never been together, and one couldn’t even say they had broken up.

Liu Ran said with difficulty, “We… separated.”

Hope rekindled in Lis’s eyes: “Then doesn’t that mean I have a chance again?”

Liu Ran lowered her head. “I don’t want to be in a relationship. Sorry.”

Lis could clearly feel that Liu Ran was different now from when she saw her on the beach in Country B; she was like a shell that had lost its soul, certainly not in a state to be in a relationship. What she liked was the original Liu Ran, who was high-spirited and full of cautious curiosity about the world.

Was she struck down by the breakup?

“Haha, it’s okay, I completely respect your choice. Actually, I saw your girl… uh, your ex-girlfriend in Country D two days ago. I wasn’t quite sure at the time, since I’d only seen her a few times, but her looks and temperament are so unique it’s hard not to remember her. I thought you guys were traveling together; I didn’t expect to see you here. Now I’m even more certain that the person I ran into in Country D was her.”

Liu Ran looked up, a hint of light finally appearing in her hollow eyes: “Country D?”

Ming Siyu went to Country D again? Hadn’t she just returned from Country D not long ago? Did she go to Country D for a company project?

“Do you have a photo of her?”

It was Lis’s turn to be stunned. “Uh, no. I didn’t have a camera with me then.”

Liu Ran blinked in a daze, dejectedly hanging her head, her mind wandering elsewhere.

The local bars were very famous. Lis was a young person who liked trying new things; she invited Liu Ran to check out a bar, purely as a friend.

“Go try it. Although people say alcohol ruins things, I think alcohol is sometimes very beneficial. Many people only figure out the things that have been bothering them after they get drunk. Maybe you can decide whether to let go or continue to indulge.”

Liu Ran felt she did indeed need to relax. However, she knew her alcohol tolerance was poor; she couldn’t drink herself into an unconscious stupor. She temperately ordered a low-alcohol cocktail, maintaining a slightly tipsy state where she could both think and space out.

Lis propped up her slightly flushed face, looking at Liu Ran’s despondent appearance, and whispered, “You still like her.”

Liu Ran clutched her head: “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“You could try communicating with her again; maybe there’s still a possibility of reconciling? Hearts are made of flesh; how will you know if you don’t try?”

Liu Ran shook her head repeatedly: “No… there’s no possibility…”

If only she could forget the harm Ming Siyu had caused her and her family. If only she hadn’t submitted the report. Perhaps there would still be a tiny bit of hope for her and Ming Siyu.

But there were no “if onlys.” She knew better than anyone how much Ming Siyu loathed betrayal. Reporting the project had turned her into a complete traitor; from then on, Ming Siyu would only loathe her and hate her. She had personally severed all possibilities of turning back.

The alcohol couldn’t numb her nerves. Instead, she was spurred on by the alcohol to become even more agitated. The contradiction of her emotions felt as if it were piercing her through, and the unknown and incongruity of the foreign environment were nearly hollowing her out. As much as she had wanted to leave Ming Siyu before, she wanted to return to Ming Siyu’s side just as much now.

On the way back to the nursing home, she passed through a small alley without streetlights, her footsteps echoing. Just as she stepped into the alley, she heard a series of sneaky footsteps behind her. Her heart leaped; she turned her face and shot a quick glance back. Two women in black with hoods were walking side-by-side with their hands in their pockets.

Liu Ran was jolted awake—could it be people sent by Ming Siyu to take her back? She reached into her pocket, quietly gripping a folding fruit knife. The faster she walked, the closer those two followed. As the distance narrowed, Liu Ran’s nerves were so tense they were nearly at the snapping point.

The moment the hooded women passed her, the veins on Liu Ran’s arm bulged; she nearly pulled out the fruit knife in defense.

As it turned out, they passed her as if nothing were wrong, continuing forward with their heads down. One of them asked the other if tomorrow’s art gallery tickets were bought. They were just two passers-by who happened to be going the same way.

Liu Ran let go of the fruit knife, gasping for breath, still shaken. She felt a faint, indescribable sense of disappointment. She quickly stopped that bizarre thought—did she actually hope to be caught and taken back by Ming Siyu?

Staggering back to the nursing home, she looked up at the many windows with light shining through, finding the one belonging to Bai Yu. Her stomach twisted into a knot; she pulled a plastic bag from her pocket—one she hadn’t had a chance to throw away because she couldn’t find a trash can—and vomited while leaning against the railing of the side entrance.

Clearly she hadn’t drunk much alcohol, yet every blood vessel in her body was burning frantically, as if trying to tear her apart. Liu Ran tied the plastic bag, leaning against the railing and sobbing.

It was a summer night with a cool breeze. She had become a small sprout by the wall, forever immersed in darkness, untouched by light. She cried until she was dizzy; she hadn’t gotten drunk from the alcohol, but she had cried herself into a daze. Trembling, she pulled out her phone, pressed a string of numbers at random, and dialed.

“Hello…”

“Shen Yunhe… do you, do you still remember this name? She was my mother… she, she died… you can’t remember, is it because you don’t care at all about the life or death of a pebble you kicked away…”

“Why did you do it? Why… you treat me like this, and yet I still can’t manage to hate you completely?”

“I… miss you a little.”

The day dawned bright. Liu Ran opened her eyes on the small cot beside Bai Yu’s bed, and the memories of last night instantly flooded her mind. Her entire back went cold, and she grabbed her phone at maximum speed.

It was a dream. A dream, a dream, a dream. She hadn’t made the call, hadn’t said those things like a psychopath. If she were tracked to this location via the phone call, wouldn’t her escape have been for nothing?

The phone had run out of power and shut down last night. Liu Ran hurriedly found the charging cable. The two minutes waiting for the phone to turn on were more nerve-wracking than waiting for her college entrance exam results; her upper body felt as if it were cramping, the pain forcing her to stay hunched over. The screen lit up, and she frantically clicked into the call logs. Behind the top number, there was a number in parentheses: “(16)”. Last night, in her incoherent state, she had made sixteen calls to Ming Siyu.

A boom exploded in her head. This was a disaster. What was the difference between what she said and a self-detonation to send herself to her death? With icy fingertips, she clicked on the call details: all calls were missed.

Ming Siyu hadn’t answered her calls. Not a single one.

Liu Ran didn’t know whether she should be happy or sad. She ought to feel relieved that those words spoken in an unsound state weren’t heard by Ming Siyu; yet the first thing she felt was actually loneliness. Last night’s bizarre disappointment surged back into her heart.

It wasn’t just not answering the phone. It had been over a week since her escape, yet she hadn’t seen a single soul related to Ming Siyu. She gradually accepted a fact: Ming Siyu wasn’t looking for her at all.

After thinking for a moment, she made a call to Ming Siwei. Ming Siwei had helped her escape from Country A and found a doctor to cut out the tracker embedded in her flesh. Only after it was removed did she learn it was just a tracker; the bomb was something Ming Siyu had made up to scare her.

Ming Siwei immediately asked, “Is the money not enough?”

“No. Has Ming Siyu… really not looked for me?” Liu Ran asked with great difficulty.

“She gave up after looking for a bit.” Ming Siwei’s voice was cold. “She was investigated for two days, fortunately she’s fine. I really didn’t expect you to be so ruthless in your actions.”

Liu Ran bit her lip, unable to speak.

Ming Siwei continued: “Don’t worry, Sister won’t look for you anymore. She’s abroad now, probably relaxing. Forget about the period between you two as soon as possible; the sooner you forget, the sooner you’ll move on. Avoid contact and inquiries about things back home, so as not to be triggered by familiar scenes.”

Liu Ran mumbled a few responses and hung up the phone.

Although Ming Siwei told her to pay less attention to home, she couldn’t help but browse some domestic keywords, especially those related to the Ming Group and real estate. Ming Siyu used to appear occasionally in financial news, but during this period, it was as if she had disappeared. It was likely as Ming Siwei said—she went abroad to relax. Didn’t Lis run into Ming Siyu in Country D? Was she relaxing alone? Or was someone else accompanying her… did Ming Siyu find a new, more considerate furry companion than her? If so, how were they getting along?

Liu Ran could only ask herself these questions in her heart; she could get no answers.

Lis was here to travel; she planned to visit other countries and came to say goodbye to Liu Ran after staying for two days. Once Lis left, Liu Ran’s heart felt even emptier. Her only acquaintance was the unconscious Bai Yu. Aside from necessary communication with medical staff, she sometimes wouldn’t say a single word for an entire day. Life became directionless. She understood it was time for her to start a new life and welcome a new phase of her existence, yet she seemed forever tethered by something, only able to spin in circles on the spot.

After nearly half a month of despondency, Liu Ran decided to find a job to keep herself busy. Young, beautiful, efficient at work, and with decent spoken language skills, she quickly found a part-time job at a milk tea shop near the nursing home. Wages were settled daily, which also offset part of the anxiety of living off her savings. The owner liked her quite a bit. Business at the shop was average; Liu Ran observed for two days and suggested a market repositioning idea to the owner, removing some underpriced drinks and positioning the shop toward the mid-to-high-end milk tea market. The owner tried it for a few days according to her ideas, and traffic indeed improved compared to before.

On June 30th, Liu Ran took a day off from the shop to renew her and Bai Yu’s documents.

It happened to be Ming Siyu’s birthday. Having used that phone lock screen password for a year, her heart felt heavy from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning; she nearly got hit by a car on the way there. Coming out of the government affairs hall, she received a call from an unknown number. The region displayed was Country A. She hesitated for a moment but answered it anyway.

“Liu Ran?” The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

“Who are you?”

“I’m He Qiange.” He Qiange sniffled. “Sisi has passed away. The will is to be announced soon, and it might involve you. Find a time to return to City A.”

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