Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 13

Ming Muyao sat at the desk in the study, scrolling with her mouse as she looked through an online report.

Ming Zheng—her biological mother—was currently listed as a minor shareholder in Yun Jie Group. She didn’t hold any real power, and most of the available information was about how she’d raised Ming Muyao to become a successful, outstanding businesswoman.

According to the company’s personnel files, Ming Zheng didn’t actually hold any executive role. She simply owned 10% of the shares. The majority shareholder was still Ming Muyao.

Looking at the woman on the screen, Ming Muyao noticed a certain resemblance to the original owner of her current body—about thirty percent, especially when her hair was pulled back to reveal her forehead and sharp features. There was something fierce about her face.

Must be genetics, she thought. I remember when I first looked in the mirror, I couldn’t accept how aggressive I looked.

She browsed through some profiles of other key personnel at Yun Jie before she finally got a clear picture of the company’s current state.

It had started by flipping musical instruments for profit, then followed the market trends by setting up a factory to make trendy fashion apparel. Over time, the business grew into a major corporation with its own in-house brands, venturing into online retail and investing in a variety of games. It had become a large-scale group that balanced physical goods with online ventures, with annual revenues at its peak reaching over 7 billion yuan.

If she ignored the recent losses, Yun Jie’s development really wasn’t bad. But in the past two years, a series of poor strategic decisions had led to serious cash flow problems. None of the games or apps they’d invested in had made any impact. The only solid revenue stream was the clothing factory from earlier years, which now just barely broke even.

Ming Muyao frowned deeply as she stared at the data on the screen.

Am I supposed to take over this mess in the future?

She was starting to worry whether she was really up to the task.

Back then, she’d been a sharp corporate elite, surviving on caffeine and endless meetings, working day and night to help her boss buy cars and houses. Later, she did build a track record and even considered taking a team and striking out on her own.

But comparing all that to the achievements listed in this profile… she still felt like there was a gap.

They say starting a business is easy—keeping it alive is the real challenge. Looking at the downward trend in the reports, Ming Muyao felt that if this mess was dumped on her, it was going to be a serious headache.

When the clock in the bottom corner of the computer screen ticked from 11:59 to midnight, she suddenly heard soft, almost inaudible footsteps outside the door.

It’s already midnight. Who’s still awake and sneaking around outside my study?

She thought for a second and quickly guessed who it might be. Glancing toward the door, she said, “Su Yin?”

The person outside clearly paused. After a moment, a voice replied, “It’s me.”

“It’s so late—why aren’t you asleep?” Ming Muyao closed the browser and stood up, walking over to open the study door. She saw Su Yin standing there in a thin, pale yellow nightgown, holding a steaming cup of coffee in both hands.

Su Yin stood awkwardly at the doorway. She looked at Ming Muyao’s face, then lowered her gaze to the cup in her hands, unsure whether she should actually give it to her.

Ming Muyao looked at the coffee in Su Yin’s hands, then asked, “Did you make this for me?”

Su Yin looked up at her, nodded, and said, “I got up to use the bathroom and saw the study light was still on, so I thought I’d make you a cup.”

Ming Muyao smiled, her eyes curving happily. “Thanks. I was just looking up some information—did I wake you?”

Su Yin shook her head. “Staying up too late isn’t good. You should get some sleep too.”

With that, she handed over the freshly made coffee and turned to head back to her room.

Ming Muyao looked down at the cup in her hands, then glanced at Su Yin in her sleepwear and quickly stopped her. “Hey, are you hungry? How about we have a late-night snack together?”

Su Yin looked up at her, eyes wide in disbelief—as if she couldn’t believe Ming Muyao would actually invite her to eat together.

And truthfully, it was something that would’ve been unthinkable before.

Even at midnight, there were still plenty of food delivery options in the city. Ming Muyao ordered some grilled skewers, then turned to Su Yin, who was now sitting on the sofa in the study. “I ordered some barbecue—mildly spicy. You should be able to eat it, right?”

She remembered Su Yin preferred lighter and slightly sweet flavors. Originally, Ming Muyao had wanted to go all-out with extra spicy and some beer, but considering Su Yin’s taste—and the fact that she hadn’t been out of the hospital for long herself—she dropped the idea of spicy food and only ordered one bottle of beer.

Su Yin still looked a little uneasy sitting on the sofa. Ming Muyao sat across from her, took a sip of the coffee Su Yin had made, and said, “This tastes great. Did you take classes on how to make coffee?”

Su Yin finally looked at her, pausing for a long moment before replying, “You said my coffee didn’t taste good before, so you hired a teacher to come to the house and teach me.”

Ming Muyao nodded, understanding. Of course she did. That woman really knew how to enjoy life—even coffee had to be professionally made.

After a couple more sips of the warm coffee that seemed to reach straight to her heart, Ming Muyao asked, “Su Yin, can you tell me how we first met?”

Seeing the confusion on Su Yin’s face, she added, “I don’t remember anything from before. I only know that we’re married now, but I couldn’t find any wedding photos or even pictures of us together around the house. So I’m really curious—how did we meet?”

She continued, “It’s just the two of us here. Could you tell me about our past?”

Truthfully, Ming Muyao had always been curious. A girl like Su Yin—how did she end up in this situation? And after what Ming Zheng said yesterday, her curiosity had only grown. What exactly was the relationship between her and Su Yin?

Was it a sugar mommy and her kept canary?

Or was there something more to the story?

Looking at the girl sitting in front of her, she noticed that Su Yin didn’t seem eager to talk. She tilted her head away, staring at the edge of the coffee table, fingers nervously rubbing against each other on her lap.

In the past, Ming Muyao might’ve let it go. But tonight, for some reason, she really wanted to know what kind of relationship the original Ming Muyao had with Su Yin.

“I’m not trying to pressure you,” she said gently. “But I really need to understand what happened between us before. The food will be here soon. Why don’t you think it over, and we’ll talk while we eat?”