Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 71

Chapter 71

He Qiange felt that something was wrong with Liu Ran. When she ran out, it was as if she were going to kill someone.

She immediately instructed Secretary Lin: “Quick, Secretary Lin, follow her.”

Secretary Lin grabbed her bag and ran downstairs.

Liu Ran hailed a taxi, only then realizing she didn’t know where Ming Siwei lived. She told the driver to head toward the Ming family’s old estate first. She called Ming Siwei twice, but no one answered, so she had the driver turn around and gave a new address.

Arriving at the apartment complex where the wife of the executive producer of the The Glass Sea Has No Echo crew lived, Liu Ran still remembered the door number. She climbed the stairs two steps at a time and rang the doorbell. Once, twice—a surge of panicked irritability rose in her heart. Her emotions suddenly erupted, and she began pounding on the door. “Open up! Open the door!”

After a few pounds, a frantic set of footsteps came from behind the door, stopping at the entrance, presumably looking through the peephole.

The door opened, revealing the woman’s terrified face: “What are you doing…”

She remembered Liu Ran. Last time she had been refined and polite, but this time she looked like a lunatic who had just crawled out of hell, her eyes red, her fierce and violent gaze looking as if it wanted to eat her alive.

Liu Ran took a step forward, wedging her foot in the door crack, and pulled the door wide open. She pulled up a photo of Ming Siyu on her phone: “Look closely again. Was she the one who came to find your wife to take the blame back then?”

The woman took a cursory glance, looking as if she had seen a ghost. She said tremblingly, “Isn’t she dead? It was reported in the news…”

When she saw the news, she had actually breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was finally over.

“I’m asking you if it was her!”

The woman nodded repeatedly. At moment, Liu Ran felt utterly helpless. She couldn’t tell if she was relieved or if her heart had leapt back into her throat; regardless, her throat felt as if it had been slashed, air leaking out with a wheezing sound, and she could faintly smell the scent of blood.

She hadn’t hated the wrong person otherwise, she would be so filled with remorse she wouldn’t know how to go on living. But her only shred of hope was gone; Ming Siyu had harmed Shen Yunhe. This was a chasm standing between them that could not be crossed. She would never be able to love Ming Siyu without reservation.

Liu Ran gave a self-mocking smile. She was still thinking about whether she loved her or not, but Ming Siyu was already dead; even if she wanted to love her, she couldn’t anymore.

She turned to go downstairs. Just after a few steps, she was suddenly possessed to turn back. The woman, thinking she had left, was about to close the door when it was pulled open again, making her shudder in fear.

Liu Ran searched for a photo of Ming Siwei attending a business event on her phone and showed it to the woman again: “Confirm it one more time. Was it her?”

The woman wondered why this was never-ending. But Liu Ran’s appearance made her afraid to disobey; she didn’t even have time to wonder why Liu Ran came to identify people. She looked at the photo and felt it looked quite similar to the one she had just seen—it was likely the same person in different outfits. She said with certainty: “Yes.”

The world instantly spun before Liu Ran’s eyes.

“Are you sure?”

The woman became unsure of herself. “I think so… Why, why are you asking this?”

Liu Ran closed her eyes, hearing herself ask in despair: “Are you face-blind?”

“A little bit, but it’s not serious. I usually don’t fail to recognize people.”

“These are two different people!” Liu Ran punched the door and roared, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!”

The woman was dazed: “Huh? They really do look quite alike… It’s also possible I didn’t see clearly. Why are you yelling at me?”

At moment, Liu Ran felt she might as well be dead.

If she had only listened to Ming Siwei’s words back then, she wouldn’t necessarily have believed them. But before meeting Ming Siwei, she had first confirmed with this woman that the one looking for a scapegoat was Ming Siyu. Having already pre-judged Ming Siyu in her heart, she believed Ming Siwei. Subconsciously, she thought the woman had no reason to lie to her.

True, the woman hadn’t lied to her on purpose. But she was f**king face-blind!

Liu Ran couldn’t describe her current mood. It was roughly like having swallowed a pound of flies.

What right did she have to blame this woman? The woman misidentified the photo, Ming Siwei provided a little guidance, and she immediately hated Ming Siyu. Was she herself not at fault? He Qiange was right—if only she had been willing to ask Ming Siyu once? Would things have turned out completely different?

Drained of all strength, her palm slid down the door panel as she slowly sat on the ground. The woman was bewildered by her erratic behavior—one moment aggressive, the next half-dead—fearing she might have some mental illness. It’s hard to sentence a mentally ill person for murder; the woman was terrified. “What, what happened to you? Don’t stay at my door. If, if you don’t leave, I’m calling the police…”

“I’m leaving.” Liu Ran stood up shakily, leaning against the door. “Think carefully again. Who exactly was the one who looked for your wife back then?”

The more she was forced to think, the less the woman could remember. Several years had passed; she had only been watching from the side then and hadn’t even said a word.

“I really can’t remember. I just remember the surname was Ming. Anyway, it was the boss of Ming Entertainment, with short hair about down to here.”

She reached out and pointed to her collarbone.

Liu Ran walked downstairs, leaning against the railing the whole way. Just as she exited the building unit, she bumped into a worried-looking Secretary Lin. She looked up at Secretary Lin, the sorrow in her eyes startling: “Did President Ming… ever have short hair?”

Secretary Lin didn’t understand why she was asking this, but she answered with certainty: “No. Since I joined the company, her hair has always been that length.”

Just then, Ming Siwei returned the call.

Liu Ran suppressed the urge to blurt out questions and said calmly: “It’s nothing, I accidentally pressed it.”

Although she desperately wanted to confront Ming Siwei face-to-face now, she had become strangely calm. She couldn’t be so impulsive this time; she had to investigate clearly first and, at the same time, place Bai Yu in a safe location.

She could no longer let anyone use Bai Yu to threaten her.

Wiping the tears and sweat from her face and casually tidying her clothes and hair, Liu Ran said to Secretary Lin: “Reporting the company project and causing you to be investigated—it was my fault. I’m sorry. I still have a little bit of business to finish. Can you wait for me here? I’d like to catch a ride to the Group with you in a bit.”

Liu Ran went back to find the woman and warned her not to tell anyone she had been here today, especially Ming Siwei. She didn’t like methods like threats and warnings; whenever Ming Siyu treated her that way, she felt uncomfortable. But she had to admit, this move was very effective. The woman agreed very cleanly and decisively; she couldn’t wait to stay as far away from anyone surnamed Ming as possible.

Then, she had Secretary Lin drive her to the Group headquarters. Old Madam Ming was elderly and had no energy to manage the Group; now Ming Siwei had taken over Ming Siyu’s position. Secretary Wen was not there. She found Secretary Zhou and learned that there was significant internal turmoil in the Group right now. Some people were not convinced by Ming Siwei, and an executive had just handed in a resignation letter this morning; the atmosphere was filled with anxiety.

Liu Ran took Secretary Zhou with her and silently left the Group headquarters to head toward Ming’s Film.

The office of Ming’s Film was in another district. By the time they arrived, it was almost dark. As they got out of the car, they happened to encounter Zhu Xinghan, dressed in a white skirt, walking out of the company entrance. Beside Zhu Xinghan was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, presumably a manager or someone similar. The moment their eyes met, Zhu Xinghan’s eyes instantly turned red. She said a few words to the middle-aged woman and walked toward Liu Ran.

Not having seen her for several months, Zhu Xinghan had a stomach full of things she wanted to say to Liu Ran. But Liu Ran clearly had no intention of reminiscing; with others present, Zhu Xinghan suppressed her tears and asked why Liu Ran had suddenly come here.

Liu Ran gave her a person’s name. Surnamed Gao, formerly one of the production heads of the film project, and now a vice president. On the way there, Liu Ran had asked Secretary Zhou about the situation at Ming’s Film. it wasn’t a secret, and what Secretary Zhou didn’t know, she called other colleagues to ask.

Zhu Xinghan was clearly quite familiar with this person and proactively led them to meet.

Vice President Gao was about to leave work—one foot had already stepped out of the office door—but he stepped back in. Liu Ran clenched her fingers, knowing she couldn’t show weakness at this time. She imagined what Ming Siyu’s expression would be if she were handling this.

“My surname is Liu. I am President Ming’s…” Liu Ran deliberately left half the sentence unsaid. “President Ming left some instructions for me before she passed away. I’m not entirely clear on some parts and wanted to check with you.”

Vice President Gao immediately sat up straight. The news of Ming Siyu bequeathing her independent real estate company to a little lover had been spreading like wildfire. This person looked young, but perhaps she had a significant background—at least she was a treasure in Ming Siyu’s eyes. Perhaps she had been given even more, and the company was just one part of it. Secretary Lin and Secretary Zhou had also come; although they didn’t follow her into the office, those two faces that often appeared near Ming Siyu added a bit of intimidation to Vice President Gao.

“Understood, understood. We all get it, we get it,” Vice President Gao said with a face full of smiles.

Liu Ran cleared her throat. “It’s about five years ago, regarding the The Glass Sea Has No Echo crew…”

After more than half an hour, Liu Ran and Vice President Gao came out of the office one after the other. Vice President Gao escorted Liu Ran all the way downstairs. Secretary Zhou was bewildered and out of the loop, while Secretary Lin was a bit worried about Liu Ran’s condition. Liu Ran looked quite normal, chatting and laughing with Vice President Gao, so Secretary Lin felt relieved.

She was angry at Liu Ran for reporting the company, but Liu Ran was a colleague she had worked with day and night after all, and they had a decent relationship. Now that Liu Ran had become her boss, Secretary Lin felt quite conflicted.

Secretary Zhou took Secretary Lin’s car back. Zhu Xinghan hadn’t left and caught up. “Liu Ran, where have you been lately? I went to look for you at school but couldn’t find you; they said you suspended your classes. That time you and President Ming were at the theater, actually…”

“I’m going home now. We’ll talk about other things later.” Liu Ran hailed a taxi and used the car door to separate herself from Zhu Xinghan. Chatting with Vice President Gao had drained all her energy.

What a stupid thing she had done. Even as she reached the entrance of the complex, Liu Ran hadn’t recovered from the dizziness.

Staggering into the elevator, she reached that familiar door. Behind that door was the home she both yearned for and feared.

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