Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: “I’m Only Interested in Her Fur.”

He Qiange, never one to pass up a chance to fan the flames, leaned in close to the screen. She scrutinized the image with intense curiosity. “Who is that? Why does she look a bit like Ming Siwei?”

The taller one was undoubtedly Liu Ran. She was wearing a hat with the brim pulled low, and from the camera’s angle, the upper half of her face was completely obscured. Where the lower half of her face should have been visible, there was the head of a short-haired woman. Ming Siwei was leaning forward; at a glance, they looked like two underground celebrity lovers stealing a kiss in a deserted hallway after an awards ceremony.

Ming Siyu snapped the screen off. The black surface reflected He Qiange’s face, which was glowing with the excitement of fresh gossip.

“Your little wolf has such a great personality she plays well with everyone.”

“Yes, her personality is wonderful.”

Ming Siyu’s face was ashen. He Qiange perked up her ears; she could practically hear the sound of teeth grinding in that sentence. It sounded like Ming Siyu wanted to eat someone alive.

Ming Siyu dialed Qi Zhen’s number. Her fingertips were cold, pressing against the screen as if she wanted to shatter the glass.

An icy fire surged in Ming Siyu’s heart. Talk about double standards. Liu Ran didn’t resist at all when Ming Siwei leaned that close. If it had been her, Liu Ran would have been staring her down with cold, guarded eyes or hiding away. She avoided Ming Siyu like the plague, yet she was full of “service spirit” and compliance when it came to Ming Siwei.

Over the past few days, Liu Ran had been soft-spoken with Qi Zhen, but toward Ming Siyu, she offered nothing but curses and accusations. It seemed Liu Ran was kind to everyone except the person she actually belonged to.

I am her only master. I am the one she should be learning to please. If it weren’t for the fact that Liu Ran’s fur felt so good and worked so well as “medicine,” Ming Siyu wondered if she had suddenly turned merciful. Why hadn’t she disposed of Liu Ran yet? At this rate, the wolf was going to start riding on her neck.

And now, Liu Ran dared to engage in intimate interactions with the person Ming Siyu loathed most—all while inside Ming Siyu’s house, wearing the collar Ming Siyu had personally put on her.

Did Ming Siwei kiss her? What were they doing so close together? This was just what she happened to see on camera—what about the things she hadn’t seen?

Before the feed cut out, the last frame showed Ming Siwei reaching out her hand. That slender, pale arm looked particularly piercing against the fog-gray dress Liu Ran was wearing.

Oh, right. Liu Ran was wearing the clothes she had provided.

In the seconds it took for the call to connect, a supernova of a destruction plan brewed in Ming Siyu’s mind.

He Qiange sensed the dangerous atmosphere—it felt like a chemical plant right before an explosion. Ming Siyu’s dislike for Ming Siwei was never hidden; anyone remotely close to her knew it. But no matter how much she hated her, they were family; she wouldn’t truly destroy Ming Siwei.

Which meant if Ming Siyu was this angry, the only one who would truly suffer was Liu Ran.

He Qiange silently lit a mental candle for the little wolf.

The call connected.

“Put Liu Ran on the phone.”

The phone Qi Zhen handed over indirectly saved Liu Ran.

She had been agonizing over whether to shake hands with Ming Siwei or not. Inwardly, she didn’t want any physical contact, but Ming Siwei seemed like a warm, good person, and a handshake shouldn’t be something to hesitate over…

Liu Ran quickly gave Ming Siwei an apologetic smile, using the phone call as a legitimate reason to step away.

“Hello—”

“Liu Ran, if you dare let her touch you, I promise I will cut off whatever part of you she touched, turn it into a specimen, and donate it to the Imperial Medical College.”

Ming Siyu’s words, cold to the extreme, flowed into Liu Ran’s ear like a dark river beneath a glacier. It felt as if someone had grabbed her ear with freezing hands and twisted it hard in a blizzard. She instinctively moved the phone away from her head.

Ming Siyu didn’t waste words; she hung up immediately after the threat.

Holding the phone, Liu Ran stared at it blankly for a few seconds. Then, a wave of grievance washed over her, followed by a surging, fiery rage.

By what right did Ming Siyu talk to her like that? What had she done to deserve such a threat?

And she had done it in front of Ming Siwei, treating her like an object to mark her territory. Just when Liu Ran felt she was finally being treated as a normal person, Ming Siyu kicked her right back into the mud.

Because they were close and the house was quiet, Ming Siwei had heard the contents of the call. She smiled nonchalantly, as if she were long accustomed to Ming Siyu’s ways, and stepped back to give Liu Ran space.

“Since Sister Ayu is unhappy, I won’t stay any longer. Aran, it was a pleasure meeting you today. I hope we can be friends in the future, if possible.”

Liu Ran clenched her fists, her body trembling with the surge of emotions. She didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t have the right or the freedom to make friends.

Ming Siwei’s heels clicked toward the door. She paused by the sofa for a few seconds, her hand brushing the cushion, but her eyes were on Liu Ran, who was standing in the corner with her head hanging dejectedly.

An unreadable smile bloomed on Ming Siwei’s lips. “Sister Ayu’s taste is as excellent as ever.”

Qi Zhen followed Ming Siwei out and returned a few minutes later. She explained to Liu Ran: “The Eldest Miss has looked down on Miss Siwei for a long time. Her attitude is always like this; it’s normal for her to lose her temper. Usually, she doesn’t even look at the cameras, I don’t know what happened today… Miss Siwei asked me to tell you that she forgot the Eldest Miss’s rules and made her angry, so she asked me to apologize on her behalf.”

“What are Director Ming’s rules?”

Qi Zhen’s expression turned awkward. “The Eldest Miss particularly dislikes other people touching her things. She sees it as a violation of her ownership.”

Liu Ran nodded. “I understand.”

“Sisi, it’s only 4:00 PM. You’re leaving work this early?” He Qiange teased. “Going back to catch your sister and your little wolf in the act? They were probably just standing close. When you play with her, you’re much closer than that zero distance, right?”

Ming Siyu said coldly, “I’m only interested in her fur.”

He Qiange looked puzzled. “Then why the big reaction? You looked like you wanted to tear someone apart and swallow them whole. Don’t be so obsessed. If you only like the fur, just make sure only you get to pet it. Your sister doesn’t have the guts to actually lay a hand on her. Anyway, for my birthday, my sister gave me a limited edition supercar and a tropical island. Want to come with—”

“You’ve been sitting in my office all day. If you’re that bored, go help me pick out some good scripts,” Ming Siyu interrupted. “I’m leaving.”

It wasn’t until her car stopped in the underground garage that Ming Siyu finally calmed down. She thought about what He Qiange had said.

Obsessed with Liu Ran… Am I obsessed?

Liu Ran wasn’t worth being obsessed over. She simply couldn’t stand her things being touched by others. Liu Ran was hers. Without her permission, no one could touch her. And Liu Ran absolutely could not betray her.

Ming Siwei had done it on purpose; Liu Ran was just oblivious.

But He Qiange was right about one thing. If she rushed back now, to anyone else, it would look like she really cared about Liu Ran.

Caring… how ridiculous. She’d have to be insane to care about a dog—especially an unruly one.

She turned to the driver. “Drive back.”

The driver was stunned. “Director Ming, back where?”

“Back to the office.”

There wasn’t much urgent business at the entertainment group, so she changed her mind. “Back to my real estate company.”

She hadn’t been there in a while. It was a good time for a surprise inspection to check the progress of some key projects.

On the way, Ming Siyu called Old Madame Ming. She mentioned that a film project in collaboration with a foreign company was nearing completion—the group’s largest film investment last year. She said it needed someone to follow through and ensure a perfect wrap-up.

She emphasized that it was a great opportunity to build experience handling censorship submissions, scheduling releases, and promotional cooperation. It was a rare chance to learn the ropes of the film industry, and since the project was so important, they needed someone trustworthy.

The Old Madame immediately said, “Then let Xiao Wei go. She hasn’t had enough training; learning more will help her share your burden later.”

That was exactly what Ming Siyu wanted to hear. She then asked, “But what about the birthday banquet? I thought that was assigned to Siwei?”

“What’s a birthday banquet? I’ve had many. The doctor says I’m in great health; Xiao Wei will have other chances. Let her aunt handle it this time just a simple family gathering,” the Old Madame said cheerfully.

After hanging up, Ming Siyu had Secretary Wen book a flight for Ming Siwei for the very next day to the other side of the planet. Film investment doesn’t actually require the investor to be there the whole time, but Ming Siyu was essentially sending a “sacred statue” to the film set. A useless one.

And because she was useless, Ming Siwei couldn’t do much damage even if she were clumsy. Since the movie wasn’t actually as close to finishing as Ming Siyu had claimed, Ming Siwei wouldn’t be back for a month or two.

Ming Siyu finally felt her anger subside. Once at her real estate office, she held a brief meeting with executives, checked on the funding for several projects, and even visited a nearby construction site.

As she walked on the gravel path of the site, the soles of her feet began to ache. Her secretary asked if there was something in her shoe. Ming Siyu leaned against some structural steel to take off her shoe and sock. The secretary checked the shoe and shook out a few flat pebbles.

The secretary noticed the faint bruise on the top of Ming Siyu’s foot and asked concernedly, “Director Ming, where did you bump yourself?”

Ming Siyu glanced at it. It had been painful a couple of days ago, but now there was barely any sensation.

She snorted. “Stepped on by a dog.”

It was after 8:00 PM when Ming Siyu finally returned home. After a busy afternoon and successfully exiling Ming Siwei, she wasn’t as angry as she had been when she saw the camera feed. Qi Zhen and Liu Ran were waiting for her; neither had eaten yet.

Ming Siyu finished her dinner slowly and methodically. Her palms began to itch again. She reached out and flipped the hat off Liu Ran’s head.

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