Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals (GL, ABO) - Chapter 2

Su Yin clutched her own wrist, eyes wide as she stared at the person in front of her, not daring to say a word.

She said she lost her memory?

She really lost her memory? She’s not just pretending?

Su Yin couldn’t believe Ming Muyao’s words. She was afraid the other woman was lying, pretending to have amnesia just to trick her into saying the wrong thing. And if that happened, what awaited her wouldn’t just be a broken belt—it could mean another brutal beating, followed by days locked up and starving.

She’d been through that kind of torture before. Ming Muyao was a woman with a twisted sense of humor. Last time, she pretended to be out, secretly installed surveillance at home, and when she caught Su Yin breaking the “rules,” she broke one of her legs without hesitation.

Su Yin still remembered the pain clearly—how the bone snapped and pierced through her skin. Being locked in a dark room without food or water left her deeply traumatized. All of it made her absolutely terrified of the woman standing before her.

She has to be lying. She’s definitely lying!

She’s planning something new again. If I mess up even once, I might lose another leg. Maybe both this time.

Just the thought turned Su Yin’s face pale. Her whole body began to tremble, her wide eyes full of fear.

Ming Muyao noticed how on edge the girl was and even caught a faint scent of citrus Omega pheromones lingering in the air.

She’d heard that Omegas give off pheromones when they’re nervous or in heat. So… this girl, Su Yin, was afraid of her?

Ming Muyao paused before saying, “Don’t just stand in the hallway. Let’s go inside and talk.”

Su Yin flinched. When she saw Ming Muyao go into the room, she nervously followed behind.

With a thud, Ming Muyao closed the door. Su Yin’s mind went blank.

“Don’t just stand there, sit wherever you like,” Ming Muyao said calmly, still unaware of Su Yin’s current state. Her tone was as polite and composed as always. “I don’t know how much you’ve been told, but I lost my memory in a car accident. My body’s fine, but there’s damage to my memory. The doctor said it might come back—or it might not. It’s uncertain.”

Ming Muyao was lying through her teeth. She knew exactly what was going on. Unless the original Ming Muyao came back, she wasn’t leaving this world anytime soon.

And since she was stuck here, she needed to prepare for everything.

She glanced at Su Yin and saw that the girl was still standing, so she asked curiously, “Go on, sit down. Let’s have a chat.”

Su Yin, trembling inside, finally sat down on the sofa in the hospital room under Ming Muyao’s gentle urging. Her hands rested neatly on her knees, posture stiff and proper.

Ming Muyao studied Su Yin. The girl had a sweet and delicate look—soft, fluffy black hair, a pretty face. If she were still in school, she’d probably be the type called the adorable campus belle.

But Ming Muyao knew that after getting legally married to the original her, Su Yin had dropped out of school. In her life now, there were no friends or relatives—only Ming Muyao.

Such a beautiful girl, and yet she was so thin. When Ming Muyao held her wrist earlier, it was sharp enough to poke.

“Your name is Su Yin. You’re my wife, right?” Ming Muyao asked curiously.

Su Yin looked up and gave a small nod.

Ming Muyao had always liked girls, though she’d never told her family. Now, looking at Su Yin and realizing that in this world, women could legally marry women and even have children, she felt a bit of relief.

That’s actually kind of nice.

She felt a little more accepting of this new world.

“I’ve lost my memory, so there are a lot of things I don’t remember very clearly,” Ming Muyao said gently. “I heard… I used to hit you a lot?”

Su Yin’s body shook again. She didn’t dare speak.

Seeing her reaction, Ming Muyao sighed and said to her, “I won’t hit you anymore. You don’t have to be so afraid of me. Let’s try to get along peacefully, okay?”

Su Yin stared at her, visibly shaking. She opened her mouth hesitantly and finally asked, “You… really won’t hit me again?”

Ming Muyao was momentarily stunned.

She looked at Su Yin and nodded. “Really. I know it’s wrong to hurt people. I’ll control myself from now on.”

Su Yin fidgeted, clutching the hem of her clothes. “Okay… I understand.”

She doesn’t know what kind of game Ming Muyao’s playing, but there’s no way she can leave her. So… she’ll just have to play along.

Just hope she gets bored of the game soon. Until then… I can’t make any mistakes.

I must not mess up.

Noticing Su Yin growing more and more tense, Ming Muyao changed the subject. “How are your injuries? I heard from the doctor that you were staying in the room across from mine.”

“I’m fine now,” Su Yin said. “I was just feeling dizzy and nauseous. It’s gone now.”

Ming Muyao glanced at the white bandage on Su Yin’s forehead, then smiled. “Alright. The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow. If you’re okay too, let’s go home together.”

Su Yin stayed quiet for a long time before finally nodding and saying, “Okay. We’ll… go home.”

The hospital moved fast. By the next day, Ming Muyao had received her discharge notice, and Su Yin was cleared to leave as well.

The middle-aged woman Ming Muyao saw when she first woke up was their housekeeper, Aunt Chen. She’d worked for them ever since Ming Muyao and Su Yin got married—about a year now—and had been the one taking care of them both since the accident.

As for the Ming family, Ming Muyao didn’t know any of them, but from what she’d heard, the relationship wasn’t good. None of them had visited her in the hospital either. So the three of them just took a cab straight home.

The villa was huge, with a spacious yard. When she got out of the car and saw how big the house and yard were, Ming Muyao couldn’t help but sigh.

Money really does make a difference. Even the house is enormous.

According to the story, Ming Muyao had made her fortune in musical instruments—cultured, well-educated. But once she got rich, she lost all discipline, ignored her company, and just indulged in pleasure every day.

Having just left the hospital, Ming Muyao only wanted to rest. She turned down all those so-called friends and family who wanted to throw her a welcome party.

“Home really is the most comfortable place,” Aunt Chen said as she helped her inside and helped her change shoes. “That disinfectant smell in the hospital was making me dizzy. Luckily, you’re okay. But the doctor said you still need plenty of rest. Don’t go back to work this month—just stay home and recover.”

Ming Muyao nodded and looked around the villa.

The first floor had the living room, dining room, a guest room, and a room for the housekeeper. Her bedroom and study were on the second floor.

The living room was filled with natural light, thanks to a beautiful floor-to-ceiling window facing south. Sunlight poured in, showing the effort that had gone into the design. Despite its size, the villa felt well-arranged and not overly empty.

As she casually looked around, she noticed Su Yin was still standing at the doorway.

“What’s wrong?” Ming Muyao asked curiously and waved at her. “Come in. This is your home too, isn’t it?”

Su Yin gave her a wary look, then carefully pulled out her shoes from the very corner of the shoe cabinet. After changing into them, she said, “I’ll go help Aunt Chen make lunch…”

With that, the girl ran off, and Ming Muyao just shrugged, not giving it much thought.

She wandered through her supposed “home.” Though it was hers in name, something about it felt awkward and unfamiliar. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She went upstairs and checked out the bedroom. The walk-in closet was packed with clothes in her size, along with tons of bags, shoes, watches, scarves, belts, and jewelry.

It was all incredibly flashy.

Ming Muyao set down a diamond-encrusted ladies’ watch, finding the original owner’s tastes a bit much—like a nouveau riche obsessed with bling and gold.

She shook her head and stepped out of the bedroom, heading into the study. There was a computer on the desk, and a few backup phones stored in the cabinet.

Since her phone had flown out during the crash, she hadn’t had a way to contact anyone. Now she picked up one of the backup phones and turned it on.

As soon as it powered up, a flood of notifications came in. It looked like most of them were group chats on WeChat.

Ming Muyao scrolled through a few out of curiosity—just a bunch of ads and random discussion groups. She was about to put the phone down when a new message popped up with a “ding.”

It was from someone named Xu Bu.

Xu Bu: Ming-jie, I heard you’re getting discharged today? I’ve been super busy and couldn’t visit, was planning to come tomorrow, but then I heard you’re already leaving today.

Who was this?

Ming Muyao didn’t remember any character named Xu Bu from the original story. Frowning, she scrolled up through the chat history. Maybe it was synced from the cloud, because all the old messages were still there.

The more she read, the more her heart sank. Her eyes widened in shock.

Three days ago, the original Ming Muyao had been chatting with this person—

Xu Bu: Ming-jie, we’ve got something going on tonight. Wanna come?

Ming Muyao: What kind of thing?

Xu Bu: You know… that kind of thing wink. The guys are bringing their wives. Qiang-ge and Shuang-jie will be there, lots of drinks, it’ll be fun.