Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 72

Chapter 72

The money laundering was Ming Siwei’s doing; it was discovered by Ming Siyu before it was completed. Ming Siyu initially didn’t want to bother with her, but perhaps due to family pressure, she intervened after all, finding ways to extract Ming Siwei from the mess. In such a situation, a scapegoat had to be found; Ming Siwei took the production crew’s files and identified a target.

Vice President Gao had revealed quite a bit to her.

Liu Ran tried pressing the door lock. To her surprise, the lock lit up in a circle and actually opened. Her fingerprint had actually been retained.

The house had long been uninhabited. She was the first to leave, then Ming Siyu, and finally Qi Zhen. Now that she wanted to return, the owner of the house was no longer there. Perhaps Ming Siyu forgot to delete her fingerprint from the lock, or perhaps she disdained to consider anything related to her further… Or, Liu Ran held onto a one-in-a-thousand fantasy: had Ming Siyu ever thought she would come again and left the door for her?

Even if she could return, she could only do so as a visitor.

The house was dim. Liu Ran adjusted to the light, her heavy gaze brushing over every part of the living room. She didn’t dare turn on the lights; she only dared to grope in the darkness, fearing that if the lights flared bright, everything of the past would be revealed in minute detail, and she would be reminded by every corner of just what a ridiculous and foolish mistake she had made.

However, when she saw a scattered mess of things on the floor, she froze. The premonition of heart-shattering pain overrode her fear of facing the past. She switched on the light, and the scene presented before her made her whole body go weak: those bouquets of dried flowers she had personally tied into shapes and personally decorated in various corners of the house were all scattered in pieces on the floor, clearly having been violently torn down and crushed underfoot.

She ran three steps at a time to the room where she had lived. It was like a typhoon had swept through; the bed, cabinets, lamps… everything that could be dismantled or destroyed had been turned into junk that no one would want even at a recycling station.

Her body felt as if it were being torn in half from the middle; sorrow nearly submerged her. The memories she didn’t dare face directly had been pulverized by Ming Siyu in advance; now, even if she wanted to be moved by the scene, there was nothing left to trigger those feelings.

In fact, many truths were not hidden that deeply; they were merely covered by a thin layer of sand that would be revealed with a single puff of air. Ming Siwei’s deception could hardly be called clever—it was even crude. If she had been able to settle down and think seriously, seeking verification, the lies would have been bubbles that burst at a single poke.

But she was blinded by anger, urgency, and despair at the time, thinking only of assigning a culprit for Shen Yunhe’s death. Her beautiful life had been destroyed by that sudden disaster, and she couldn’t accept it. In the name of Shen Yunhe, she was actually seeking an outlet for the grievances and resentment she had accumulated over the years: the tragedy of her life was not an accident; it was human destruction.

She desperately needed to retaliate against the person who destroyed her life. And Ming Siyu happened to be a target she could easily retaliate against and hurt. So, with a little guidance from Ming Siwei, she fell into the web of lies woven for her.

Ming Siyu had asked her more than once what exactly was wrong. Because of her lack of trust, she never spoke up once. Instead, they desperately used the most hurtful words to stab each other. She wanted Ming Siyu to feel her pain, and Ming Siyu wanted to force her to tell the truth by making her unable to endure, until finally, both gradually strayed from their original intentions, thinking only of making the other miserable.

She had even told Ming Siyu to “go die” more than once.

She had said it in anger. But for a person who was gravely ill, what would that feel like? Life was already nearing its end, and the lie Ming Siyu had carefully and cautiously hidden for so many years was inadvertently taken up by her as a weapon and fired without mercy.

Only now did she finally taste Ming Siyu’s despair. It was too late. Too late. How disappointed Ming Siyu must have been in her then… and they originally, perhaps, could have had a relatively beautiful future.

She had ruined it all! She had ruined it all!

Liu Ran could no longer bear it. She clutched her chest tightly and sobbed loudly amidst the wreckage. If there truly were a medicine for regret, she would have swallowed a huge handful without hesitation.

Ming Siyu… Ming Siyu… Ming Siyu…

Tears ran wild. Liu Ran murmured that name, a name where error and longing coexisted—her whole body aching so much it felt as if her bones were being broken and crushed. She considered herself to have never done anything wrong growing up, always the “good child” in others’ eyes, and she thought she would continue being “not bad.” But this time, she was completely and utterly wrong, without even a chance to turn back and admit her fault.

She desperately wanted to grasp a tiny remnant of happiness, picking up the last memories of Ming Siyu amidst the overwhelming waves of remorse, only to find they were a pile of glass shards. They didn’t even have a proper goodbye; in the end, they each threw a knife into the other’s heart and left in a fury.

Perhaps subconsciously she felt that it wasn’t their last meeting. Otherwise, she would have spoken properly. Even if she still believed Ming Siyu was the villain who broke her family, the weight of the “last meeting” would have outweighed the resentment; at least she wouldn’t have spoken so harshly. At least, she would have said a solemn goodbye.

However, things went contrary to her wishes. Any meeting could potentially be the last.

Liu Ran began to find it hard to breathe; her hands and feet went numb, and her throat cramped as if a block of lime were stuck there—dry and painful. She had to breathe in large gulps while sobbing to provide herself with more oxygen.

She wanted to brace herself against the wall to get up and wash her face, but as soon as she stood, her vision blurred and a sharp ringing sounded in her ears.

Her whole body went limp, and with a thud, she collapsed to the floor.

Liu Ran lay on the floor, staring up at the snowy-white ceiling, no longer having the strength to crawl back up. She simply stayed lying where she was. Her breathing tightened more and more, and her consciousness gradually blurred; the sobbing wouldn’t stop. Finally, everything condensed into a single tiny point in the void. The tinnitus made her unable to hear, her vision darkened, and she unconsciously murmured Ming Siyu’s name as she lost consciousness.

The moment He Qiange entered, she was startled by the person lying at the end of the hallway. Her first reaction was that a thief had broken in. On second thought, a thief wouldn’t be so relaxed as to lie on the floor and sleep. Only when she walked closer did she realize it was Liu Ran, followed immediately by a roll of her eyes.

She unceremoniously patted Liu Ran’s face. When Liu Ran woke up pale and dazed, she pointed to the door and told Liu Ran to get out: “Hey, this is my house. Who told you to come in? I can sue you for trespassing on a private residence.”

Liu Ran said in a raspy voice: “This is her home.”

“Sisi has already given it to me. It’s written clearly; it was given to me. Besides, this was just one of Sisi’s properties, not a home. Now it’s mine. Hurry up and get out.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

He Qiange crossed her arms. She was returning to Country D today. Ming Siyu had called her yesterday saying she forgot to take something and asked her to help bring it along on the way, so she made a detour to come here on her way to the airport. And as soon as she opened the door, she saw an uninvited guest.

“Do whatever I want with it, of course. I’ll rent it, sell it, give it to someone… Anyway, it has nothing to do with you.”

Liu Ran’s dim eyes brightened slightly. “Sell?”

“You want to buy?” He Qiange sized Liu Ran up. “This apartment is 180,000 per square meter; let’s call it 100 million for you. Do you have that much money?”

Liu Ran lowered her head in embarrassment. She truly didn’t, unless she sold the company. But the company was the only thing Ming Siyu had left her; she wouldn’t sell it even if she died.

She negotiated with He Qiange almost imploringly: “Can you rent it to me? I want to continue living here.”

Looking at the sincerity in Liu Ran’s eyes, He Qiange was startled; she was serious. Selling or renting was just something she had said offhandedly; who knew Liu Ran really wanted to keep living here?

Although Ming Siyu had nominally given the house to her, she couldn’t truly treat it as her own; how to handle it afterward had to be asked of Ming Siyu.

“I don’t have time to talk to you about this. Out now, or I’m calling security.” He Qiange half-pushed and half-pulled Liu Ran out, shutting her outside the door. Following what Ming Siyu said, she took down several valuable paintings to take with her. Fortunately, those paintings weren’t too large, otherwise she would have had to find people to move them. Ming Siyu complained that the place she was staying now was too empty and insisted on decorating it.

Passing by those two easels placed facing each other, she recognized at a glance that the painting of Ming Siyu looked familiar. Ming Siyu seemed to have shown her a similar one before; it turned out Liu Ran had painted it.

She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but looking back now, the signs were there long ago. Ming Siyu had been acting unusual since she started showing off that painting to her.

Going out, she found Liu Ran still waiting outside. While closing and locking the door, she said to Liu Ran: “Can you still open this door? Give up; I’m calling someone to change the locks immediately.”

“You probably won’t live in this apartment anyway. Why not rent it to me? Name a price, and I’ll wire the rent to you on time every month…” Liu Ran was still trying to rent the apartment from her. Seeing she was holding a heavy pile of paintings, Liu Ran reached out to take them. “I’ll take them downstairs for you.”

He Qiange thought, free labor, might as well use it. She let Liu Ran carry them down and then drove to the airport.

After arriving in Country D, she explained the situation to Ming Siyu and asked for her opinion: “So, should we rent it? Actually, she looked quite pitiful these past two days. I guess she cried until she fainted and fell asleep in your apartment. And, I suspect she was misled into a corner by Ming Siwei before she made a move against you. Otherwise, with her bit of capability—do you know how wicked Ming Siwei is…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ming Siyu’s face went pale, and the values on the monitoring equipment began to approach the red line. Terrified, He Qiange quickly swallowed the rest of her words. The doctor said Ming Siyu must not have large emotional fluctuations, otherwise it would be detrimental to recovery; the most important thing was to relax and have a calm mind. It was best not to tell her anything unfavorable to her mood’s stability.

It took a while for Ming Siyu to return to normal. She sighed with a calm expression: “Rent it to her then. It’s empty anyway, doesn’t matter who rents it. I won’t live in that house again in the future. By the way, don’t make the rent too cheap.”

That house was essentially her “dark history,” recording her absurd days with a little pet. Regardless of the reason why Liu Ran betrayed her, she no longer wanted to pursue it. Softening her heart, pleasing, staying, begging… doing it once in a lifetime was enough; she would never bow her head to that extent to a second person.

Ming Siyu was also somewhat surprised. She thought that after walking through the gates of hell once, she would no longer be provoked by Liu Ran, but the equipment glaringly told her that her heart still had a special reaction to Liu Ran.

He Qiange proceeded as she said.

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