Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 20

Ming Muyao’s declaration was loud and clear, stunning everyone into silence.

“Ming Muyao, are you joking?” someone asked with a skeptical smile. “Everything was fine—why are you suddenly saying you’re not coming anymore? If you’re not showing up, how are the rest of us supposed to see you?”

“Yeah, Muyao, did something happen? Tell us, maybe we can help you out.”

“Whatever’s going on, you still gotta have some fun now and then. Otherwise, spending the long night staring at your nagging wife at home—now that’s depressing.”

Laughter broke out across the private room.

Ming Muyao didn’t laugh. She waited until everyone quieted down before asking, “Is it really that funny?”

Everyone fell silent.

Ming Muyao chuckled and said, “If you think it’s funny, go ahead and laugh. But I meant what I said. I asked you all here today because I wanted to explain it clearly. From now on, I won’t be going to bars anymore. If we get the chance, let’s meet somewhere else instead.”

With that, she downed the glass of liquor she’d poured.

She’d shown her sincerity, but the people around her just looked confused, like they were seeing some rare animal. It wasn’t until a while later that someone forced a laugh and said, “Muyao, stop messing around. You, of all people, quitting Omega hookups? I’ve known you for years—I know exactly what you’re like.”

That was Yan Wei speaking. Ming Muyao had heard they were old classmates—clearly the kind you only share drinks with.

“You all know I had a car accident not long ago,” Ming Muyao said, setting down her glass. “After that, I realized that fooling around with women and wasting my days away… it’s all meaningless. I don’t want to keep living like that anymore. So from now on, don’t invite me to things like this—I won’t come, even if you do.”

She felt she’d said all she needed to. Smiling lightly, she added, “Tonight’s on me. Whoever pays the bill later, just send me the receipt. I’ll head out first.”

No one tried to stop her. Maybe they were too shocked. They just watched in stunned silence as she walked out of the private room.

The deafening music from the bar flooded in the moment the door opened, then faded again as she left.

Yan Wei and the others exchanged looks before one of them burst out laughing.

“Hahaha, did Ming Muyao hit her head in that car crash or what?” One person, arm wrapped around the girl in his lap, said to the group, “Since the day I met her, she’s never once gone without an Omega by her side. Now she’s suddenly spouting this nonsense?”

Yan Wei snorted, taking a sip of champagne. “She probably had something going on today. Give it a couple days—she’ll come crawling back, begging for fun. Just wait.”

“Yeah, totally. Three days, tops.”

“Three days? That’s generous. I bet she won’t last past tomorrow.”

“Let’s make a bet. I say three days. She’ll be back all eager, dragging some new Omega across the street to get a room.”

“I say tomorrow. The last time she came, her eyes were all shifty. Bet she already picked someone out and just came tonight to throw us off.”

Everyone chimed in with their guesses, treating the whole thing like a joke. None of them believed she’d actually stick to her word.

Meanwhile, Ming Muyao was walking down the hallway outside the room. Maybe because she’d chugged her drink a little too fast, she stumbled and bumped into a girl walking toward her.

“Sorry! Really sorry,” Ming Muyao quickly pulled back and explained, “The lights are too dim in here—I didn’t see where I was going. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

The girl smelled faintly of pine. Ming Muyao glanced at her. Her makeup was heavy, and her cold eyes stared at her, even though her lips said politely, “It’s fine. Just watch where you’re going.”

The girl looked young, and oddly familiar—but Ming Muyao couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.

In the end, she let it go. Outside the bar, she called a designated driver and really did make it home before 9 p.m.

As soon as Su Yin opened the door, she was hit by the smell of alcohol—and by Ming Muyao, who practically collapsed into her arms. Startled, Su Yin quickly caught her.

“Su Yin… Su Yin…”

The alcohol was definitely hitting. Ming Muyao wrapped her arms around Su Yin’s slim waist, leaning close to her neck and murmuring, “I told you I’d be home before nine. See? I made it, didn’t I?”

Holding her soft, slightly wobbly body, Ming Muyao felt like Su Yin was a walking marshmallow. She suddenly had the urge to take a bite.

Su Yin’s face turned bright red from all the clinging. She tried to reason with her, “Okay, I get it, but can you stand up? I can’t hold you like this…”

Ming Muyao grunted and tried to straighten up, but her sense of direction was gone. She wobbled and ended up crashing into Su Yin’s arms again.

Her lips brushed against Su Yin’s pale neck, and, riding the buzz, Ming Muyao sighed, “Su Yin, you smell so good…”

Su Yin flushed from head to toe, and the air around her filled with the faint, sweet scent of oranges.

Ming Muyao definitely noticed. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against Su Yin’s, their eyes meeting.

“Su Yin, you’re so sweet,” Ming Muyao said with amazement. “Is that your pheromone scent?”

Too embarrassed to speak, Su Yin quickly turned away and called out for Aunt Chen—only to find Aunt Chen already standing nearby, watching them with an amused smile.

“Aunt—Aunt Chen, come help me, quick!” Su Yin stammered, blushing furiously. “She’s drunk, and I can’t move her!”

Aunt Chen walked over slowly, still chuckling. “Drunk? Doesn’t look like it. She’s talking just fine.”

Ming Muyao chimed in with a smile, “Yeah, I’m not that drunk. See? No slurred words. Just a little dizzy. Can’t keep my balance.”

Of course, everyone who’s drunk insists they aren’t. With Aunt Chen’s help, Su Yin managed to get Ming Muyao upstairs. Thankfully, she wasn’t totally out of it and could at least walk with support.

Once she was in bed, Aunt Chen looked at her and said to Su Yin, “Take her clothes off so I can wash them. She reeks of alcohol. How’s she supposed to go to work tomorrow like that?”

Su Yin nodded and sat by the bed, helping unbutton her shirt and pants. But when she saw what kind of underwear Ming Muyao was wearing underneath, her face turned red all over again.

After finally getting all the clothes off, Su Yin quickly pulled the blanket over her and stood up, ready to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

Aunt Chen blocked her path with a mischievous grin. “She’s been drinking. Help her wipe her face with a warm towel. She’ll sleep better.”

“But…”

“But what?”

Aunt Chen grabbed Ming Muyao’s clothes and looked Su Yin in the eye. “You two have been acting all strange lately. Now’s the time to build some feelings. And remember, Yin Yin, you’re her legal wife. Can’t let someone else take care of her, right?”

Su Yin froze, looking back at the peacefully sleeping Ming Muyao. After a moment, she nodded and chose to stay.

When Ming Muyao woke up the next morning, her head felt fuzzy. For a second, she couldn’t even remember where she was.

She shifted slightly—and realized someone was holding her hand.

Turning her head, she saw Su Yin asleep, resting against the edge of the bed.

No idea what time it is… Ming Muyao glanced at the dim light peeking through the curtains and noticed the vacuum downstairs hadn’t started yet. It’s probably around six or seven.

She stayed still, watching Su Yin sleep, hand still tightly wrapped around hers.

When did this girl come into my room?

She remembered drinking a glass of champagne the night before. Then, somewhere on the way home, the alcohol hit. After that… she’d come home and said a bunch of nonsense while clinging to Su Yin.

Thinking back, she really must’ve been drunk. That champagne had more kick than she expected.

Sure, I’ve got some drinking experience, but that was probably too much too fast. Those bar glasses are huge… and I chugged it. No wonder I blacked out.

Recalling what she said to Su Yin while drunk made even Ming Muyao, who usually had thick skin, feel a little embarrassed.

Legally, Su Yin was her wife—but Ming Muyao knew they didn’t really have that kind of relationship.

Clinging to her like that in front of Aunt Chen? Pretty awkward.

She turned her head to look at Su Yin’s sleeping face and stayed quiet, thinking about how to explain everything once Su Yin woke up.

A couple minutes later, the sound of the vacuum cleaner started downstairs—Aunt Chen must be up, cleaning as usual.

But it didn’t last long. Soon after, the doorbell rang.

Just as Ming Muyao was wondering who it could be, Su Yin stirred. She opened her eyes and immediately met Ming Muyao’s gaze.

“Morning,” Ming Muyao said, clearing her throat a little. She was a bit embarrassed. “Did you stay here with me all night?”

Su Yin sat up, rubbed her sore neck, and nodded.

Feeling bad, Ming Muyao sat up too, leaning over to gently massage her shoulders. “I must’ve been pretty drunk last night. I probably said a bunch of nonsense. Don’t take it to heart, okay? Don’t feel pressured.”

Su Yin nodded, silently watching her.

“I’ve already told all those useless friends of mine that I’m done with bars,” Ming Muyao added. “I’m going to focus on work now. You have to believe me—I always keep my word.”

Su Yin opened her mouth to reply, “I…”

But before she could finish, someone knocked on the bedroom door. Aunt Chen’s voice came through: “Muyao, are you up? The officers are here—they said they need to ask you a few questions…”