Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: If Someone Like Ming Siyu Can Be Considered Good, Then the World…

“What is there to cry about?”

Just because her ears were touched a few times. So fragile.

Ming Siyu casually grabbed the suit jacket draped over the sofa and tossed it over Liu Ran’s face. By the time Liu Ran shook her head to throw the jacket off, Ming Siyu had already started up the stairs, her jade-white fingers resting lazily on the handrail, ascending step by step.

Liu Ran was so angry her tears actually pulled back.

A good while later, Qi Zhen came over to unlock the restraints and brought her dinner.

It was Ming Siyu’s leftovers.

Seven or eight exquisite, cooled dishes each had only been touched once or twice by chopsticks. Ming Siyu ate less than a cat; no wonder she was so thin. Liu Ran thought maliciously: One day a typhoon will come and blow her right into the sky.

She was starving. After only a few seconds of internal struggle, Liu Ran picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and popped it into her mouth.

Mm, delicious.

She transformed her grief and indignation into an appetite.

Qi Zhen watched her eat and said cautiously, “Miss Liu, don’t go against the Eldest Miss anymore… she’s actually a very good person.”

Liu Ran ground her teeth, swallowed a mouthful of soup, and sneered.

Good, my foot.

If someone like Ming Siyu could be considered a good person, then there were no bad people left in the world.

Qi Zhen saw that she didn’t want to engage in that conversation and tactfully shut up. Ming Siyu was indeed a difficult person to serve, but as long as you worked honestly within her rules and didn’t have stray thoughts, she usually couldn’t be bothered to nitpick. She even treated her employees generously a typical case of “thrive if you follow me, perish if you oppose me.”

She wondered how long it would take Liu Ran to figure out Ming Siyu’s temperament.

When Liu Ran had finished, Qi Zhen brought over a paper bag.

Liu Ran’s nose was red, and her ear fur was sticking out in all directions. “What’s this?”

Qi Zhen didn’t answer. She silently cleared the dishes and sighed at the tea-stained sofa. This sofa was very expensive and couldn’t be washed.

But Ming Siyu’s belongings weren’t for others to worry about. Qi Zhen picked up the erotic underwear Ming Siyu had thrown at Liu Ran from the floor.

Opening the paper bag, Liu Ran found several squares of neatly folded fabric. There were six pairs of mid-rise cotton panties pure cotton, soft, thick, and breathable. More importantly, they all had specially made holes for a tail. There were no tags, no logos—just pleasing Morandi tones. They looked custom-made.

The paper bag still carried the faint scent of the “Blizzard” perfume.

Liu Ran looked up instantly at Ming Siyu’s closed bedroom door on the second floor. Her fingers tightened on the paper bag, leaving nail marks in the cardboard.

Did Ming Siyu… give these to her?

Impossible.

The great Director Ming personally ordering custom underwear for the little wolf at home was a bizarre thought. Especially after Ming Siyu had just deceived her and humiliated her, the idea was preposterous.

But Qi Zhen hadn’t left the house all afternoon. Only Ming Siyu had come in from the outside.

If Ming Siyu really gave them to her, she would surely have made her crawl on the floor, call her “Master,” or let her touch her ears in exchange. When Ming Siyu couldn’t find an opportunity to humiliate her, she created one why would she pass up such a perfect chance to toy with her?

And yet…

Liu Ran looked at the bedroom door again. It remained tightly shut. Her wolf ears drooped in confused hesitation.

Before bed, Ming Siyu received a message from Ming Siwei.

Sister Ayu, Grandma’s birthday is next month at the old manor. Grandma wants me to handle the banquet. It’s my first time; can I ask you for help if I get stuck?

Ming Siwei was her aunt’s illegitimate daughter. Until she was eighteen, Ming Siyu hadn’t even known she had a sister living elsewhere. On her coming-of-age day, Ming Siwei appeared out of nowhere, easily overtaking “taking medicine” to claim the top spot on Ming Siyu’s “Hate List.”

Ming Siwei was dim-witted but had learned to be incredibly pretentious; she could frame one percent of work as ten percent of effort. Grandma loved this sweet-talking granddaughter. Plus, with Ming Siyu’s parents divorced and her father dead, her aunt was Grandma’s only surviving child, so naturally, there was favoritism.

Ming Siyu wasn’t worried about Ming Siwei inheriting the Group. For one, she had her own real estate company she’d built from scratch; she wasn’t that interested in the Ming Entertainment Group that had fallen into her lap. Furthermore, Grandma knew Ming Siwei lacked ability. She wanted Ming Siyu to mentor her but wouldn’t dare hand the entire empire over to her.

Ming Siyu didn’t hate her much at first. She followed Grandma’s wishes and included her in several projects. Whether Ming Siwei’s skills improved was debatable, but she certainly forced Ming Siyu to develop an amazing talent for cleaning up messes. Ming Siwei seemed born specifically to curse her—anything she touched inevitably went wrong.

Ming Siyu exited the chat. It didn’t matter if she replied or not; Ming Siwei would haunt her regardless.

She lay in bed, closing her eyes to think of a birthday gift for Grandma.

But the image of Liu Ran with red, crying eyes kept surfacing. The sad droop of the tail, the messy ear fur flattened against her head, the downturned corners of her mouth… she had been shaking so hard, looking like she had been completely “broken.”

Did I really bully her that much? The thought was quickly brushed aside. Liu Ran was a little wolf she had bought. She was her property. She could do whatever she wanted with her property; even if she told Liu Ran to die, Liu Ran should do so without hesitation.

The fact that Liu Ran could curse her, use her full name, and still be allowed to eat suggested that Ming Siyu had softened since getting sick.

The doctor had told her to reduce her use of sleeping pills. She didn’t take any that night. Consequently, she tossed and turned. When she got up the next morning, she had a splitting headache. Stepping out of her room, she looked down to see Liu Ran curled up on the sofa under a blanket, sound asleep.

Youth is great. She can sleep anywhere.

Ming Siyu walked downstairs with intentionally heavy steps. Liu Ran was jolted awake, her gaze piercing like a knife, her lips set in a thin line.

Neither spoke. Ming Siyu left and didn’t return until late. Her face was expressionless, but Liu Ran could tell from the way she kept pushing up her glasses that she was in a foul mood.

Sure enough, she was forcibly bound again this time by her wrists with the soft leather lead. This time, Ming Siyu ignored the injury on her tail. No matter how Liu Ran clutched her tail and begged, “The tail really shouldn’t be touched,” Ming Siyu showed no mercy.

Defiant curses turned into pitiful pleas, then into hurt whimpers, and finally into a soft, nighttime puddle of half-forced submission.

The sensation of the tail was different from the ears. As Ming Siyu stroked the base of her tail, Liu Ran cried, yet shamelessly felt sparks of an indescribable pleasure.

By the time Ming Siyu had petted her fill, Liu Ran was drained of strength, damp with sweat and tears. The skin of her neck was chafed red by the collar. Ming Siyu tilted her head, rubbing the collar’s texture with her fingers. Liu Ran, unable to move elsewhere, tried to lunge and bite that clean, beautiful hand.

She missed—and was rewarded with a sharp, but not overly heavy, slap.

Liu Ran felt a profound sense of defeat. In her standoff with Ming Siyu, she seemed destined to always be the underdog. Ming Siyu was an expert at every method of torture and seemed to enjoy it.

However, as Ming Siyu stood up to leave, Liu Ran gritted her teeth and called out through her shame: “That… it’s a bit small.”

Ming Siyu paused, annoyed. “What?”

Liu Ran bit her lip. “…The panties.”

She had tried them on during the day. The fabric was comfortable, but they were too tight at the thighs to pull up.

Ming Siyu sneered. “What does your inability to put on underwear have to do with me?”

Liu Ran shut her mouth tight. Every time she spoke to Ming Siyu, it felt like she was seeking out her own humiliation.

Two days later, workers arrived to replace the sofa.

A young woman came with them. She wore a neat high ponytail, light makeup, a white shirt rolled to the elbows, and black slacks. She looked crisp and efficient.

Qi Zhen told Liu Ran the woman was Secretary Wen from the Group, who handled Ming Siyu’s personal errands. For things like replacing a sofa, Ming Siyu found Qi Zhen’s taste lacking and didn’t have the energy to care herself, so she left it to Wen. Secretary Wen had graduated from a top design school and knew exactly what style would fit the house.

Besides the sofa, Secretary Wen brought a stack of luxury bags filled with designer ready-to-wear clothes.

Wen looked Liu Ran up and down. The shapeless, oversized white T-shirt and the baggy gray sweatpants looked like Brahma chicken legs—there was no aesthetic value at all. No wonder the boss had dragged young President He to the commercial department first thing in the morning to pick out clothes from the sponsor samples. He Qiange hadn’t been happy about it.

“Sister Qi Zhen, help her put these away. She’ll wear these from now on; they’re all coordinated outfits.”

She then warned Liu Ran: “Director Ming isn’t strictly demanding about fashion, but what you’re wearing now is definitely not okay. Don’t wear it again. Remember to dress according to Director Ming’s preferences. If you don’t understand, observe more and anticipate her needs.”

Secretary Wen’s tone made Liu Ran uncomfortable, as if it were a given that she had an obligation to please Ming Siyu. But out of politeness, Liu Ran gave a low response so the words didn’t just fall on the floor.

A moment later, Wen took a call and had to leave. The sofa wasn’t finished, but assuming nothing would go wrong, she signed the acceptance form early and told Qi Zhen to keep an eye on things.

The form was left on the entryway console. Liu Ran caught a glimpse of it 2.8 million!

That beige sofa, which looked like a piece of flattened toast, actually cost 2.8 million!

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