Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: “The Little Wolf Does Not Ignore Me.”

Before her mother’s accident, Liu Ran’s family was considered middle-class; they had bought furniture worth tens of thousands.

But a seven-figure sofa was beyond her comprehension.

However, remembering how Ming Siyu hadn’t even blinked when signing the 25-million-dollar purchase agreement for her, this sofa probably meant nothing to Ming Siyu at all.

Suddenly, Liu Ran began to understand why Ming Siyu’s attitude was so indifferent. If something got broken, she’d just replace it with the next one. She wasn’t like previous owners who at least slightly considered the money they had spent.

In Ming Siyu’s eyes, Liu Ran was only worth about nine sofas.

In the midst of her dejection, Liu Ran felt several gazes landing on her. Reflexively, she flattened her ears and tucked her tail, looking toward the source of the stares.

It was the workers installing the sofa. They were staring at her with strange, alienating expressions. Those gazes felt like thorns; Liu Ran felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her chest stinging with every heartbeat.

A wolf’s hearing is several times sharper than a human’s. Their whispers drifted clearly into her ears.

“She’s so weird. Those ears look real.”

“Yeah, I thought they were fake at first, but I just saw them move.”

“Have you heard of people with animal genes fused in? I had a client once who had one. While I was installing furniture, the client held her in their lap and pinched her tail. She’d cry and meow, but I didn’t dare look too long.”

“The way rich people play is beyond what us normal folks can imagine. Earning a living as their ‘pet’ pays way more than being a workhorse.”

The whispering was quiet, and Liu Ran was standing far away. The workers likely assumed she couldn’t hear them, which gave them the courage to keep talking.

The ears on her head and the tail behind her felt as if they had been set on fire; she could almost smell the fur charring. Then, they were plunged into the freezing seawater beneath polar ice. Salt and extreme cold cut into the burn wounds.

Beyond the phantom pain, she felt like a medieval witch whose cloak had been torn off in the street, revealing her wand and the black cat in her arms—a lethal secret exposed to the sun.

Hide. Don’t let them see.

If I hide, they won’t realize I’m a freak.

In that moment, Liu Ran had only one thought. She quickly hid behind a pillar, flattening her ears as much as possible even though the muscles near her auricles ached. She grabbed her hair and used the strands to cover the ears, trying to make them vanish.

Qi Zhen didn’t notice the “airplane ears,” nor did she hear the workers’ gossip. She brought the clothes Secretary Wen had delivered and told Liu Ran to change.

Liu Ran kept her head down, her voice muffled. “I don’t want to change.”

Qi Zhen thought she was just being petty with Ming Siyu. Very few people dared to hold a grudge against the Director; Liu Ran was like a newborn calf that didn’t fear the tiger, not yet realizing how dangerous the situation was.

She persuaded her: “These clothes are beautiful. They’re high-end luxury, worth tens of thousands per set. It’s such a waste not to wear them.”

Liu Ran looked at the exquisitely tailored, high-waisted, fog-gray sleeveless suit dress and hesitated. She thought: If I wear clothes like these, maybe people won’t focus all their attention on my ears.

She took the dress and asked, “Sister Qi Zhen, is there a hat?”

“This dress doesn’t need a hat,” Qi Zhen replied.

“But I want to wear one.”

Qi Zhen was startled by the moisture in Liu Ran’s eyes and brought her a baseball cap.

The workers finished and left. Once those gazes vanished, Liu Ran breathed a sigh of relief. The clothes fit perfectly, but they weren’t her style. She preferred loose, comfortable clothes that felt like freedom.

The wolf ears hurt slightly under the pressure of the cap, but she didn’t intend to take it off. Wearing the hat gave her a long-lost sense of security. She finally settled down to look at the new sofa; though the price was staggering, it matched the house perfectly, as if it had been custom-designed for the space.

The doorbell rang again. Qi Zhen ran to open it. A slender woman stood outside, wearing a white bandeau top, short hair that reached her collarbones, and exaggerated fringe earrings. Finding that Ming Siyu wasn’t home, she strolled in and plopped onto the new sofa, crossing her legs with total disregard for decorum, as if it were her own home.

Qi Zhen hurriedly poured her tea and cut some fruit.

Ming Siwei ate a piece of watermelon before noticing Liu Ran in the corner. She held her fork and arched an eyebrow, letting out a short “Ah.”

“You must be the new friend Ayu brought home, right?” Ming Siwei walked over with a bright smile. “I’ve heard a bit about you. I’m Ayu’s sister, Ming Siwei. You can call me Weiwei. You’re so beautiful.”

The woman’s features did bear some resemblance to Ming Siyu’s. However, Ming Siwei was vibrant and bright, her eyes round and slightly innocent. Ming Siyu, on the other hand, always had a faint gloominess in her eyes—the look of a scheming old fox.

Liu Ran was at a loss regarding Ming Siwei’s warmth. The way Ming Siwei looked at her was completely normal, as if she didn’t know Liu Ran had wolf genes at all. There was no trace of panic, no scrutiny, and no disdain. It had been so long since someone looked at her as a normal person that Liu Ran didn’t know how to react.

The way Ming Siwei addressed her also warmed her heart—”the friend Ayu brought home.” Even though she wasn’t Ming Siyu’s friend, the title gave her a long-lost sense of human dignity and equality.

“Thank you,” Liu Ran whispered. She felt that adding a title after thanking someone would be more formal. After a moment’s thought, she said seriously, “Little Director Ming.”

After all, Ming Siwei was the sister, and they were meeting for the first time; calling her “Weiwei” felt impolite. Since Ming Siyu was Director Ming, Ming Siwei likely held a position in the Group too, so “Little Director Ming” seemed like a safe bet.

To her surprise, Ming Siwei covered her mouth and giggled.

“Aran—your name is Liu Ran, right? I’ll call you Aran from now on. Giggles… you must never call me ‘Little Director Ming’ in front of Sister Ayu. She’ll get angry if she hears it.”

Ming Siwei laughed so hard she didn’t notice the small step behind her. Her foot slipped, and she fell backward. Liu Ran immediately reached out and caught her.

After Ming Siwei stood up, she lurched forward a few steps. She was wearing high heels and nearly fell into Liu Ran’s arms.

The distance between them became too close. Breathing in the narrow corner of the wall, Liu Ran awkwardly moved aside to make space.

Clatter! Silverware hit the floor.

The French afternoon tea in Qi Zhen’s hands shattered on the ground, creating a milky-brown “painting.” She stared at the two of them for a stunned second, then immediately lowered her head—acting as if she hadn’t seen anything improper—and frantically began cleaning the mess.

Ming Siwei turned and scolded softly, “Why were you so careless?”

Qi Zhen bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Miss Siwei.”

Liu Ran heard a slight, strange note in Qi Zhen’s voice that differed from her usual tone. But she didn’t think much of it, because Ming Siwei was blinking eagerly and reaching out to her.

“Aran, I came today to talk to Sister Ayu about something, but she’s not here. I’ve cleared my afternoon, and now I have no plans. Why don’t we chat for a bit to pass the time?”

Looking at the hand being offered, Liu Ran didn’t really want to take it. She instinctively resisted physical contact with anyone.

Meanwhile, in Ming Siyu’s office.

He Qiange was lying on a cloud sofa, lazily chatting with Ming Siyu about the latest gossip in their circle.

Ming Siyu was at her computer handling some non-essential business. When she didn’t need full concentration, she was a habitual multi-tasker. For instance, she was currently listening to He Qiange’s gossip and occasionally chiming in, while simultaneously browsing files on her screen and clearing messages on her phone.

Ming Siwei had messaged an hour ago saying she was coming to the house to ask about the birthday banquet. Ming Siyu had just seen it; her brow furrowed in disgust. When would Ming Siwei fix that habit of showing up uninvited? Unless it was necessary, she hated having outsiders in that house. She immediately messaged Qi Zhen, telling her to get rid of Ming Siwei quickly.

He Qiange exclaimed, “Sisi! The Jian family’s youngest daughter, who’s been missing for almost twenty years, was actually found! Jian Huaijin went to Yun City personally to pick her up… Sisi, are you listening? I said Jian Huaici was found.”

“Mhm,” Ming Siyu replied casually. “You’re talking about the Jian family. Since Jian Huaijin took over the family business, hasn’t she outsourced the management? She’s not that involved anymore.”

“You’re so dismissive. I’m talking about her sister, and you only talk about corporate management. You’re a boring workaholic. I bet your little wolf doesn’t even want to talk to you.”

Ming Siyu flipped through a file calmly. “She’s quite fond of talking to me.”

“Tch. Then show her to me! All I heard this morning was you reciting her height and measurements. I, a grand international fashion magazine editor-in-chief, personally picked out clothes for your little plaything, and I don’t even know what she looks like? Is that reasonable?”

As she spoke, He Qiange walked to Ming Siyu’s side and waved her hand in front of her eyes, interrupting her work.

Ming Siyu arched an eyebrow. “You have the nerve to call yourself an editor-in-chief.”

He Qiange, a socialite who enjoyed every blessing, probably didn’t even know which way her magazine’s front door faced. But despite her laziness, her fashion sense seemed innate; she could always sniff out the latest trends and had a knack for coordination.

He Qiange’s request to see Liu Ran wasn’t unreasonable. Ming Siyu had a security camera in her living room that monitored the common areas. Since she didn’t have a photo of Liu Ran on hand, she opened the live feed.

“Here, look—”

She stopped mid-sentence.

He Qiange, mumbling “What’s there to be shy about?”, leaned in. After seeing the monitor, she froze.

In the surveillance feed, two figures in the corner of the wall were leaning very close together.

It looked exactly like they were kissing.

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