Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 24

Ming Muyao had imagined this scene countless times. In her mind, Omegas were always soft and fragrant—especially girls like Su Yin, obedient, pitiful, and considerate. Surely her gland would be just like her—something that made people want to protect her.

But when Ming Muyao finally saw that mutilated gland with her own eyes, every last fantasy shattered. All that remained was rage.

She wasn’t someone unfamiliar with these things. When she first arrived in this world, she had looked up a lot about Alphas and Omegas. She knew that the gland was a small bulge beneath the skin at the back of the neck.

It was covered by skin, never looked particularly provocative, and only when needed would an Alpha bite and form a bond.

By all logic, such a normal part of the body should never end up looking that grotesque.

A bite mark—Ming Muyao could understand.

But a knife wound? And cigarette burns? That she couldn’t understand at all.

Just how twisted did that woman have to be to do something like that to a girl who had just come of age?

Maybe it was the sudden chill in the air that made Su Yin feel uncomfortable. She turned around and noticed Ming Muyao’s dark expression, and her heart skipped a beat.

It’s like… that version of Ming Muyao is back.

“Does it look really bad?” Su Yin seemed to already know what her gland looked like. She let her hair fall back down to cover the scar and sat across from Ming Muyao. “Did it scare you? It’s not pretty, is it?”

Ming Muyao stared at the girl in front of her for a long time before finally saying, “Do you know what your gland looks like?”

“I do.” Su Yin’s voice was calm, like those wounds and scars didn’t belong to her at all.

She looked up at Ming Muyao, her eyes wide and trembling slightly. There was a trace of fear in them, but also a stubborn determination as she said, “My gland’s already broken. That’s probably why you stopped liking me. You always said I didn’t smell the same anymore.”

Actually, Su Yin had already figured it out—the reason why Ming Muyao had suddenly wanted to take her out that time.

If it hadn’t been for the car accident that landed her in the hospital, she was certain her life would have turned out completely different.

Ming Muyao was way too playful. Her libido was… beyond comprehension.

Ever since Su Yin’s gland was damaged, the look in Ming Muyao’s eyes had changed. She always looked at her with disgust—like a toy she used to love that suddenly broke.

Throwing it away was a pity.

But keeping it around was just frustrating.

When she really thought about it, Su Yin figured her only value was probably to serve as a placeholder until Ming Muyao found a better toy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Su Yin clutched the blanket under the dim lighting of the room and said with effort, “I know you don’t really like me. But I can do a lot of things. I can make coffee, clean the house… anything you want.”

As long as… you don’t throw me away.

Ming Muyao looked at the girl in front of her. The fear and worry in Su Yin’s eyes weren’t fake—she really was afraid that Ming Muyao might do something awful to her.

With a silent sigh, Ming Muyao reached out and rubbed Su Yin’s cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin.

She’s gotten a little chubbier.

She pinched Su Yin’s face gently and said in a low voice, “If you’re doing all that, what’s Aunt Chen supposed to do?”

Su Yin didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

Ming Muyao added, “Stop lowering yourself so much. You’re my partner in name—you’re my lover. Even if I was trash before, I’m not going to treat you like that anymore.”

She wasn’t shy about cursing herself when needed.

Ming Muyao said softly, “I’m here to help you sleep tonight, so stop overthinking.”

Su Yin looked at her and gave a hesitant nod. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but Ming Muyao cut her off: “Go to sleep. It’s late.”

She tucked Su Yin under the blanket and sat by the bed, watching her eyes slowly close.

Maybe the fatigue finally caught up with her, because Su Yin soon drifted off.

Even in sleep, though, her brows were tightly furrowed, like something was still troubling her. It made Ming Muyao’s heart ache a little.

She’s still just a kid… and she’s already been through so much pain.

Outside the window, rain had started to fall, tapping softly against the glass and windowsill, an unsteady rhythm of white noise.

Once she was sure Su Yin was really asleep, Ming Muyao carefully pulled her hand out from the blanket, got up, and lifted the curtain to check that the windows were closed. Then she turned off the lamp and quietly left the room.

Before closing the door, she glanced back at the sleeping Su Yin, her expression unreadable.

—

The next morning, Ming Muyao woke up past ten.

The bedroom was dim, and she couldn’t even tell what time it was until she groped around for her phone on the nightstand and realized she’d slept straight into mid-morning.

She opened the curtains. Outside, it was still drizzling, and even though it was brighter than the bedroom, not by much. When she exhaled, the glass fogged up instantly.

It was supposed to warm up… and now it’s raining.

Ming Muyao stretched.

Rain was good. Even if there wasn’t a rainbow after, there would at least be clear skies.

“Morning.”

She threw on a set of loungewear and headed downstairs. When she saw Aunt Chen sitting in the living room peeling garlic while watching TV, she asked, “What’s for lunch today?”

“Well, look who’s finally up,” Aunt Chen said, quickly tidying up. “Waking up at this hour, there’s not much I can make right away. Want me to toast some bread for now? I’ll get lunch started.”

“No need to go all out. It’s already close to eleven—I’ll just wait for lunch.” Ming Muyao looked around the room. “Where’s Su Yin?”

“She’s outside,” Aunt Chen said, pointing toward the garden beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ming Muyao frowned slightly. “Why’d she go out when it’s raining and getting colder? Why didn’t you stop her?”

“I told her it was cold out,” Aunt Chen said, looking innocent. “But she insisted. Said she needed some fresh air.”

Ming Muyao didn’t blame her. She told Aunt Chen to go ahead and cook lunch, then grabbed a jacket off the coat rack and stepped out through the sliding glass door.

There was a narrow walkway just outside, with a canopy overhead. But with the wind and rain, the ground was still damp.

She spotted Su Yin crouching in a corner of the walkway, staring at something.

When Su Yin noticed someone approaching, she looked up, her expression dazed.

“What are you doing out here?” Ming Muyao draped the jacket over her shoulders. “What are you looking at?”

“Snails,” Su Yin replied softly. “It’s raining. They all came out into the garden.”

If she hadn’t pointed it out, Ming Muyao wouldn’t have noticed. There were indeed a few tiny snails, no bigger than a fingernail, clinging to the grass under the walkway’s edge. They looked like they were hiding from the rain—or maybe drinking from it.

“Are they pretty?” Ming Muyao asked.

Su Yin didn’t know if she was being praised or mocked. She just stared up at Ming Muyao, wide-eyed and silent.

Ming Muyao crouched down with a helpless smile. “It’s not just snails that come out when it rains—earthworms too. Aren’t you scared?”

Su Yin clearly was. Her face went pale, and she immediately stood up. “Then let’s go inside.”

She’s really easy to coax.

Ming Muyao smiled and led her back into the living room.

After pouring a cup of hot water in the kitchen, she glanced at what Aunt Chen was making—looked like Western food today. Black pepper beef flatbread pizza, some pasta, and homemade meat sauce.

Back in the living room, she placed the hot water in front of Su Yin, sat down on the couch, and said, “After lunch, let’s take a trip to the hospital.”

Su Yin cradled the cup and looked at her in confusion, her face clearly saying Why?

“I thought about it a lot last night,” Ming Muyao said. “You really can’t leave those wounds untreated. No matter what, we need to have a doctor take a look.”

Su Yin shook her head. “There’s no need. It’s already ruined. I don’t even have heats anymore. Honestly, it’s kind of a relief.”

When she had heats, she was forced to be intimate with Ming Muyao. Even when she wasn’t in heat, Ming Muyao sometimes forced her. Those moments were always painful.

Over time, Su Yin had come to associate those acts with pain. The gland being broken felt like freedom.

Maybe guessing what she was thinking, Ming Muyao said gently, “Even if there’s no heat, the wounds still need to be treated. Have you even looked at your neck lately? Do you know what it looks like now?”

Su Yin shook her head silently.

Ming Muyao sighed. “Listen to me. We’re going this afternoon. After lunch, go to your room and bring all your IDs. If you have any old medical records, bring those too.”

Su Yin stared at her for a long time before finally nodding.

Lunch was pizza and pasta. The sweet and tangy sauce wasn’t really Ming Muyao’s thing, but Su Yin ate more than usual—even had two slices of pizza—which left Ming Muyao somewhat satisfied.

After lunch, Su Yin went upstairs to gather her things.

Ming Muyao mentioned their hospital visit to Aunt Chen, who stared at her wide-eyed like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Around 1 p.m., Ming Muyao drove Su Yin to one of the bigger hospitals nearby.

The hospital system wasn’t all that different from what Ming Muyao knew, but there were still some departments she’d never heard of. After checking with the information desk, she found out that in Su Yin’s case, they needed to visit the Gland Department.

Ming Muyao registered Su Yin, and they waited in line for half an hour before it was finally her turn.

“No family members allowed,” said the masked nurse, glancing at Ming Muyao. “You’re her Alpha, right? Please wait outside.”

Ming Muyao: …This is how hospitals work here?

It was a bit strange, but she figured she should follow local customs. She handed Su Yin the registration slip and her documents and said, “Give the doctor whatever they ask for. Answer whatever they ask. Don’t be scared, okay?”

Su Yin nodded, glancing back at her with every step as she pushed the consultation room door open.

She sat down across from the doctor and handed over her paperwork.

The doctor glanced at her and said, “Turn around. Let me see your gland.”

Su Yin obediently turned, feeling the doctor pull down her collar—and suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“Are you married?” the doctor asked.

“Mm,” Su Yin nodded.

The doctor hesitated, then asked, “Did your Alpha do all this to you?”

Thinking back to what Ming Muyao had told her earlier, Su Yin nodded again. “Mm.”

There was a long silence before the doctor finally spoke.

“Miss… do you want me to report this to the police?”

Su Yin blinked. “Huh?”