Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Was Ming Siyu actually going abroad that day?

Liu Ran took a step back.

Tears burst from her eyes: “I didn’t know, I didn’t know…”

She hadn’t heard a single word about Ming Siyu going abroad for medical treatment. She didn’t even know what illness Ming Siyu had. If she had known Ming Siyu was so gravely ill, even if she were so angry that she lost all reason, she would never have said something as excessive as “go die” to her.

He Qiange wasn’t entirely acting; she had mixed a good deal of genuine emotion into her words. Ming Siyu indeed missed the optimal surgery window because of Liu Ran, which led to her being placed on the operating table before her body had fully adjusted its state, subsequently resulting in several critical emergencies during the surgery. Secretary Wen didn’t dare to sign the papers; He Qiange had to brace herself and do it. Her hand had been shaking uncontrollably as she wrote her name, and even now, the memory sent waves of lingering fear through her.

However, it certainly wasn’t as severe as she was making it out to be to scare Liu Ran. She said it to Liu Ran on purpose, hoping to trigger Liu Ran’s guilt toward Ming Siyu. Looking at Liu Ran’s state, she had clearly succeeded in terrifying her.

He Qiange had originally thought Liu Ran had no feelings left for Ming Siyu, but unexpectedly, Liu Ran looked as if she still had some lingering affection.

It made her feel a bit bad, as if she were bullying a child—Liu Ran was nearly ten years younger than her.

But then, thinking of Liu Ran’s actions toward Ming Siyu, He Qiange hardened her heart again. “Can a single ‘I didn’t know’ solve all problems? Then there would be no crime in the world; you could just say ‘I didn’t know’ and that’d be it.”

Liu Ran squeezed a sentence from her throat: “Why didn’t she tell me…”

“With the way you were back then, like a hedgehog, who would dare tell you? Besides, are you worthy? Are you worthy of knowing Sisi’s secrets?” He Qiange turned around, her back to Liu Ran. “I’ve said what I needed to say. Go back. Don’t be late tomorrow to see her off one last time.”

Gazing at the urn on the table, Liu Ran asked: “Can I… touch it once?”

She was met with a categorical refusal: “No.”

Liu Ran lowered her head, her voice raspy and choked: “Okay.”

The next day, she attended Ming Siyu’s funeral on time. She had left in such a hurry that she hadn’t brought any luggage and had to buy a black suit on short notice. Standing in front of the mirror pinning a white flower to her chest, the stem felt as if it were piercing through skin and bone, stabbing into her heart and sucking her flesh and blood to rapidly take root and sprout. As long as she lived, the flower named sorrow would never wither.

How she wanted to hate Ming Siyu.

But hating and loving were equally difficult tasks. She was not yet twenty years old and had not yet learned how to rationally handle parting and death, yet fate repeatedly took away the most important people in her life.

There weren’t many people at the funeral; some Liu Ran had seen before, and others were complete strangers. The solemn atmosphere was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe. Next to the urn sat a black-and-white photograph of Ming Siyu—no smile, her gaze haughty and cold as she looked at the camera. Liu Ran stood in the corner, watching the portrait from afar, still feeling the illusion of being in a dream.

Old Madam Ming sat in a wheelchair, constantly wiping away tears with a handkerchief, looking aged and haggard, a world away from the affluent and kind elder Liu Ran had seen at the Ming family estate last time.

A commotion broke out at the door. Liu Ran went to look and found it was Ming Siwei. Ming Siwei’s eyes were swollen like walnuts as she questioned He Qiange in disbelief: “I am her only sister! By what right do you say I can’t enter when I say I can?”

The disgust in He Qiange’s eyes was undisguised: “Sisi explicitly told me before she passed away that Ming Siwei is forbidden from attending her funeral. Are you going to throw a fit at Sisi’s funeral? Making everyone watch, do you think that’s honorable?”

“You’re lying!” Ming Siwei’s voice cracked with emotion. She truly didn’t believe Ming Siyu would issue a specific ban against her. “Sister wouldn’t treat me like this!”

Her gaze shifted and landed on Liu Ran, and a sense of imbalance surged out from every pore. Why? Why could Liu Ran get Ming Siyu’s forgiveness? Why could even Liu Ran attend the funeral? Yet she was being barred at the door in front of everyone?

Liu Ran had only been with her sister for a short time, yet her sister had reserved all her tolerance for Liu Ran. Meanwhile, she was being hated until now over a small matter!

Had Ming Siyu discovered something before she died? Impossible. Not to mention she couldn’t have found out, but even if she had, Ming Siyu would have spent her final hours retaliating fiercely instead of passing away silently overseas alone.

Jealousy burned away Ming Siwei’s reason. Liu Ran had treated Ming Siyu like that, yet nothing happened to her. She pointed at Liu Ran: “By what right can she go in?”

Liu Ran looked at Ming Siwei in astonishment. The flash of ferocity and distortion on Ming Siwei’s face just now was a far cry from the gentle and sunny woman in her memory.

He Qiange instructed the bodyguards to stop Ming Siwei: “Naturally, Sisi agreed to let her come. A funeral requires silence; stop making a scene, you’re noisy.”

Ming Siwei was dragged out by the bodyguards and wasn’t released until they were far from the funeral hall. She slumped to the ground, powerless. Qi Zhen chased after her with an umbrella, feeling a faint excitement at seeing Ming Siwei’s vulnerability. This was a privilege Ming Siwei gave to her; Ming Siwei was always graceful and impeccable in front of others, and only showed her broken, fragile side to her.

“Siwei, don’t worry. You didn’t like the Eldest Miss anyway; it’s fine if you don’t go to the funeral.”

“What do you know! She’s my sister! Mine!” Ming Siwei pushed Qi Zhen away. Qi Zhen fell onto her backside; it was a gray, rainy day, and her legs were covered in mud. She looked at the raging, caged beast that was Ming Siwei with grievance: “Siwei, what on earth is wrong with you?”

Ming Siwei wiped the rainwater from her face and calmed down slightly. The will hadn’t been made public yet; she couldn’t break ties with Qi Zhen. She walked over, helped Qi Zhen up, covered her face, and apologized through tears: “I’m sorry, I was too impulsive.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize to me.” Qi Zhen was immediately satisfied again, carefully stroking Ming Siwei’s back. She worried for Ming Siwei: “The Eldest Miss won’t leave the company to Liu Ran, will she…”

Ming Siwei forced herself to be calm. “No. Who is Liu Ran? Sister only agreed to let her attend the funeral; she couldn’t possibly hand such a large company over to her.”

On this point, Ming Siwei was still quite confident. In Ming Siyu’s eyes, Liu Ran was an out-and-out traitor; she would never hand her life’s work to a traitor. The last person who betrayed Ming Siyu, such as Miao Qinglan, had used every means to seek forgiveness and still hadn’t succeeded to this day.

This was also why she had gone to such lengths to get Liu Ran away from Ming Siyu. Only if Liu Ran gave up on Ming Siyu first, and subsequently did things to hurt her, would Ming Siyu be truly disappointed and voluntarily give up on Liu Ran.

Old Madam Ming also came out to ask about the situation. Hearing that Ming Siwei couldn’t get in, she hesitated for a moment but still didn’t plead for Ming Siwei, wiping her tears and sighing: “I always wanted Xiaoyu and Xiaowei to reconcile. Xiaoyu’s temper was too stubborn; over the years, I always made her yield to Xiaowei, letting her suffer grievances… This is the last time; I can’t let her be wronged anymore. If she doesn’t want to see her, don’t let Xiaowei in.”

The funeral home procedures ended, and the crowd moved to the cemetery. He Qiange held the urn, and Old Madam Ming carried the portrait. Liu Ran’s gaze followed them closely, as if her soul had been taken away as well.

Ming Siwei was still not allowed to enter the cemetery. Liu Ran was stopped as she passed her; Ming Siwei had wet tear tracks on her face as she gave her an awkward smile: “I’m just too sad about Sister’s passing. I couldn’t control my emotions just now; I didn’t mean to target you. By the way, didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“I had to see her,” Liu Ran murmured. “Ming Siwei, I don’t know if agreeing to your help was right or wrong anymore…”

On one side were her mother and mama, and on the other was Ming Siyu. They were all people she couldn’t let go of. In the two months of mutual torture, she couldn’t bring herself to betray one to choose the other. Ultimately, she chose to give up on Ming Siyu. She didn’t dare regret the choice she made.

The corner of Ming Siwei’s mouth twitched unnaturally: “Go back after seeing her. Consider it a proper ending.”

Liu Ran suddenly looked at Ming Siwei and asked: “I’m curious—what exactly happened between you two that she wouldn’t even agree to let you attend the funeral?”

She had always known Ming Siyu disliked Ming Siwei, and the two could only maintain a surface peace because Ming Siwei worked to maintain it. However, she thought it hadn’t reached a point of being irreconcilable; maybe it was just friction between sisters. Ming Siwei had also said it was because of some old matters. Ming Siyu hadn’t truly acted ruthlessly against Ming Siwei before.

But today’s situation at the funeral made her suspicious again about the conflict between them. Ming Siyu could agree to let her attend the funeral but wouldn’t let Ming Siwei step forward, suggesting the hatred between these sisters was greater than that between her and Ming Siyu. Ming Siwei must have done something even more excessive than her in the past.

Ming Siwei forced an extremely strained smile: “You’re overthinking. She just simply disliked me. Go to the cemetery; they’re getting far ahead.”

Liu Ran continued to the cemetery. Watching the urn being buried bit by bit, she felt as if her own heart were being buried in the earth with it.

The funeral lasted until near evening before ending. The guests gradually dispersed, leaving only He Qiange and Liu Ran.

He Qiange wiped the rainwater from the tombstone. “I didn’t tell anyone else about Sisi’s surgery being delayed by you, otherwise Old Madam Ming alone wouldn’t let you off.”

She stood up and rubbed her temples tiredly. Her body hadn’t fully recovered after giving birth, and He Qiange felt tired more easily than before. She had returned to the country alone this time, leaving the baby with a nanny in Country D; she would have to go back in a few days. Before leaving, as the executor of Ming Siyu’s will, she needed to gather everyone again to make the will public and handle the estate—another troublesome task.

“When you teamed up with Ming Siwei to harm her, did you ever think she would actually die?”

Liu Ran defended herself weakly: “I didn’t team up with Ming Siwei to harm her.”

He Qiange was fuming: “You’re still being stubborn in this situation?”

“I really didn’t!” Liu Ran shouted with all the strength in her body. “I truly never thought about harming her, and I didn’t really want her to die… I did contact Ming Siwei privately, but that was because Ming Siwei said she’d help me and my mother escape together. No one but her was willing to help me. I was so afraid my mother would die, I had no choice…”

He Qiange was suspicious: “Is that true? What was the twenty million Ming Siwei gave you for?”

Liu Ran said with a heart like dead ashes: “She gave me money for my escape and future life. That check hadn’t been cashed yet before President Ming discovered it and tore it up.”

“My god.” He Qiange felt her head throbbing. “Why would Ming Siwei help you escape? What’s your relationship with her that she would help you? Didn’t Sisi tell you what kind of person she is? She doesn’t do things that offer no profit for herself.”

Liu Ran became alert: “What do you mean?”

He Qiange was afraid of saying too much and slipping up. “Nothing. Anyway, you’d rather trust Ming Siwei than Sisi. I really don’t understand what you were thinking.”

He Qiange left after speaking, leaving Liu Ran on the spot. He Qiange’s words made her doubt again if she had done wrong by agreeing to Ming Siwei’s escape plan. But in that situation, she truly hadn’t dared to continue staying by Ming Siyu’s side, especially with Bai Yu also being held by Ming Siyu.

The will was made public a day later. As expected, Ming Siyu returned everything related to the Group to Old Madam Ming. Personal assets—such as real estate, cars, some stocks—a portion was gifted to He Qiange, and some to specific group and company executives and directors who had good relations with her. The majority was handed to an overseas trust company to make charitable donations at a rate of ten million per year until the balance reached zero.

To everyone’s surprise, all of Ming Siyu’s shares in the real estate company were gifted to Liu Ran.

The moment she heard this news, Ming Siwei disregarded her image and lunged forward to snatch the will from He Qiange’s hand: “Impossible!”

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