Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Liu Ran’s first reaction was that she had misheard.

She moved the phone from her ear to in front of her face, checked the number on the screen again, and confirmed that she was indeed in a call. Then, she pinched her palm hard; feeling the stinging pain, she pressed the phone back to her ear. “The signal was bad just now. What did you say?”

He Qiange paused for two seconds and repeated each word deliberately: “I said, Sisi, Ming Siyu, has passed away. Her will might mention you. Come back to Country A to see her off one last time.”

Liu Ran heard herself ask mechanically: “Where is she now?”

“You’re asking where her ashes are? In Country D. They’ll be sent back to Country A before the funeral.” He Qiange didn’t sound very calm; her emotions almost felt tangible, crawling out of the receiver. “Liu Ran, I was truly blind to have misjudged you. I thought your furriness could make Sisi happy, but who knew you were such a piece of work.”

He Qiange waited for Liu Ran’s response, but after a silence lasting nearly two minutes, not a single word came.

Angrily, she said: “Liu Ran, are you mute? What the hell does it mean to not say a single word?”

She was hung up on with a snap.

“Damn. What a piece of work.”

He Qiange almost couldn’t resist smashing her phone. She called back immediately, and this time it was answered in a second. Just as she was about to start cursing regardless of her image, Liu Ran spoke first.

“Is this a new trick thought up by Ming Siyu to lure me back into her trap? I won’t go back. Tell her for me that I won’t fall for it.”

This was the only possibility Liu Ran could think of during those two minutes of silence.

Ming Siyu had finally looked for her. Liu Ran felt a sense of release, like someone who had been tortured for a long time finally being sentenced to death.

However, she hadn’t expected that to catch her, Ming Siyu would enlist He Qiange’s help to act and even fabricate a lie as absurd as passing away.

“Are you sick?” He Qiange said excitedly. “Who do you think you are? Is it worth the few of us teaming up to play you? Did Sisi spoil you so much during her life that you mistakenly thought you were that important? I only asked around and got your number from that bitch Ming Siwei because Sisi adored you before and I thought she might have left you a portion of the inheritance.

Do you think everyone is as bored as you, as shameless as you, thinking only about how to deceive people back and forth? If you don’t come back, then fine. You’d better not let me see you, otherwise, for the things you did to Sisi, I’ll find someone to beat you every time I see you! Sisi indulged you and didn’t hold it against you, but do you think I’ll be like her!”

Liu Ran struggled to digest this news. He Qiange’s words were no different from a bolt from the blue, charring her from head to toe.

Ming Siyu passed away? How was that possible? Wasn’t she abroad relaxing?

“Passed away… why would she die… inheritance, no… suddenly…” Liu Ran was incoherent. She stood at the entrance of the government affairs hall; the flow of people coming and going turned into a black-and-white abstract painting in her eyes, making it impossible for her eyes to focus.

“Died of illness.” He Qiange dropped those three words and hung up. No matter how many times Liu Ran called back, she no longer answered.

Inside the SVIP ward of a branch of a famous private hospital in Country D, located near a villa, He Qiange waved her phone at the pale, weak woman on the bed, looking triumphant: “Sisi, how was that? I gave her a real earful, didn’t I? Venting anger for you this is only the first step.”

Ming Siyu had a transparent tube inserted in her nose, and her arms were connected to several monitoring instruments. She forced a slight smile at He Qiange. The surgery had lasted longer and had been more dangerous than she had imagined. Secretary Wen had stood guard outside, receiving several critical condition notices, none of which she dared to sign. It was He Qiange, who had just given birth half a month ago, who rushed over and signed the notices while crying.

Having gone through this major illness, she actually saw things more clearly than before. When she lay on the bed with only her mind able to move, she recalled the bits and pieces of these years, especially those with Liu Ran. Ming Siyu thought that if there were another round of such a relationship, her body and mind would surely not be able to bear it. Love—only after experiencing it can one realize its terrifying nature; it makes one recoil.

He Qiange told her that when she was unconscious, she talked in her sleep, murmuring Liu Ran’s name repeatedly and wanting Liu Ran to come see her. Hearing this, Ming Siyu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had left so decisively, thinking she had let go of Liu Ran all at once, yet she was still calling her name in her dreams. Truly pathetic.

He Qiange had told her then: admit it, you like her, you’ve tripped over her.

In front of her best friend, Ming Siyu didn’t argue; she tacitly admitted it.

He Qiange touched her bloodless little face. “It’s okay. Who hasn’t tripped over one or two things, or one or two people? Just get back up.”

Yes, just get back up. This was only the first time she had faced failure in a relationship; it wasn’t as if she had never encountered setbacks in other areas before, and she had always adjusted quite quickly. She could definitely do it this time too.

He Qiange was full of fighting spirit: “Once she gets screwed over a couple of times by Ming Siwei, she’ll know how good you were. But, will she really go back? She seems quite cautious to me.”

Ming Siyu said weakly with an airy voice: “I’m not sure either. If she doesn’t attend the funeral, let’s just forget it for now.”

She didn’t seem to understand Liu Ran very well either. Judging by the decisiveness of Liu Ran’s departure at the time leaving without looking back Ming Siyu felt the probability of Liu Ran returning for the funeral was not high. Liu Ran seemed to have run away impatiently, like she was urgently throwing off a loathsome burden.

But when He Qiange proposed contacting Liu Ran and telling her to return to the country for the funeral, Ming Siyu didn’t stop her.

He Qiange left the ward and, after a while, brought in a porcelain-skinned, delicate baby. The little one had just finished eating, opening watery, round eyes to look at Ming Siyu curiously.

He Qiange waved the baby’s hand. “Quick, call her Godmother.”

Ming Siyu twitched her lips, afraid of pulling her surgical wounds, not daring to laugh: “That’s too much, how old is she. If she actually spoke, it would scare you to death.”

The little baby couldn’t understand the adults’ conversation. She looked back and forth innocently between her mother and godmother, opening her toothless little mouth and giggling. She laughed while waving her hands and feet; He Qiange could only hold her when she was quiet and still. As soon as she moved, she was at a loss and quickly handed her back to the nanny.

The arrival of the newborn added a bit of vitality and vigor to the ward. Ming Siyu’s mood also brightened significantly.

After calling He Qiange several times to no avail, Liu Ran was sweating with anxiety. The more she thought about it, the more bizarre this matter seemed. It was just like when she had first returned from abroad and was directly told that Shen Yunhe had passed away; one couldn’t even dream up such a sudden plot.

Clearly, just a month ago, they were still arguing at the top of their lungs, saying the nastiest things just to make the other feel their pain. Died of illness? Ming Siyu had never revealed she was sick. Was it just diagnosed? And what kind of illness could kill a person within just one month? She only knew Ming Siyu had Furry Hunger Syndrome, but that kind of illness wouldn’t cause death at all.

Ming Siyu was so powerful, so omnipotent and capable—how could she die?

He Qiange must be lying to her. Liu Ran stood dazed for a while; she had to find someone to confirm whether the news was true or false. Yes, she had to confirm first. He Qiange wouldn’t answer the phone, so who else could she ask?

Ming Siwei. Ming Siwei surely wouldn’t fool her on the question of whether Ming Siyu was alive or dead.

While scrolling through her contacts for Ming Siwei, her hand slipped and the phone fell to the ground. She scrambled to pick it up. In the dark background of the screen waiting for the call to connect, she saw her own tear-streaked face. Only then did Liu Ran realize she was crying; tears were flowing out silently. She had to pick the phone up several times before she succeeded, and Ming Siwei gave the exact same answer as He Qiange.

“It was too sudden. We couldn’t believe it when we received the news either.” Ming Siwei sighed somberly. “It’s true that Sister passed away. However, I still don’t suggest you come back. Firstly, she has passed away; it doesn’t matter who comes, she won’t come back to life. Secondly, you did those things to Sister before; I imagine she wouldn’t want to see you again.”

“I want to see her. I want to see her again…”

“But she doesn’t want to see you. Liu Ran, it’s completely over between you two. Even if you come, you won’t see Sister one last time; she has already been cremated in Country D. When you made up your mind to leave her, didn’t you leave with the thought of never seeing her again?”

Liu Ran didn’t know where she was; she only knew she couldn’t move her legs. It was as if if she stood still, time would pause and Ming Siyu wouldn’t be dead. The words of He Qiange and Ming Siwei played on a loop in her ears, attacking her balance system like infrasound. She couldn’t feel the passage of time or see the light changing until a security guard from the government affairs hall came to poke her, saying she had been standing there all day and asking if she was going to process her business because they were about to close.

Liu Ran nodded, then shook her head. The security guard pulled her out of her shell. She finally knew she couldn’t stand there forever. She settled matters with Auntie Chen at the nursing home and resigned from her boss. After waiting through the night, she finally received a text from He Qiange, which detailed the time and place of the funeral.

When booking the flight, Liu Ran hesitated. She felt Ming Siwei was right; since she had been so adamant about leaving back then, she shouldn’t return until her own death. She should continue to hate Ming Siyu. Shen Yunhe was dead, it was unknown if Bai Yu would wake up again, and she had become a pathetic hybrid who could only appear in crowds wearing a hat.

Now, the source of all these tragedies was also dead, ending this ill-fated relationship. However, she couldn’t do it. If she didn’t deliberately remind herself, she couldn’t even remember how she and Ming Siyu had reached the point of being separated by life and death.

To this day, Liu Ran cannot distinguish whether she hates Ming Siyu a bit more or loves her a bit more.

But she knew in her heart that if she didn’t go back, she would live forever on the day she received the news of Ming Siyu’s death, repeating the cycle, never able to move forward another step.

Direct flights to City A were not available every day. Liu Ran first flew to a city on the domestic border and then transferred, taking nearly two days to return. At the moment of landing in City A, the overwhelming sense of familiarity actually made her feel a bit “cowardly as one nears home.” She found a hotel near her old neighborhood to stay in. She didn’t have the courage to return to the house where she once lived with Ming Siyu.

She didn’t even dare to look at social media. These past few days, upon opening them, she saw media reports of Ming Siyu’s death due to illness. Although Ming Siyu wasn’t as high-profile as entertainment stars, the Ming Group had many first-line celebrities under it, and since it involved changes in the group’s management, it still caused quite a stir. Coupled with the information cocoon, platforms repeatedly recommended “Ming Siyu’s passing” to her, as if afraid she wouldn’t have a deep enough impression.

The day before the funeral, He Qiange returned to the country with Ming Siyu’s ashes. That night, in the hotel room, Liu Ran met He Qiange, who was dressed in black, alone. In the center of the table sat a porcelain-white urn, piercing to the eyes.

“Liu Ran, you killed Sisi, do you know that?”

“On the day you reported the company’s project for irregularities, she was supposed to go abroad for surgery. That was the optimal surgery time she had confirmed with the doctor. Because of you, she was delayed for two days, missing the only chance that could have saved her. Liu Ran, I don’t understand. What did Sisi do wrong to you to make you treat her like this?”

Upon hearing this, Liu Ran’s face became as ashen as a lime wall that had been rained upon.

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