Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 26

After watching Aunt Chen head back inside, Ming Muyao figured she was done with work anyway, so she headed downstairs to take a look.

Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Aunt Chen walking into the living room holding a courier envelope.

“Aunt Chen,” Ming Muyao said with a smile. “What kind of delivery is that?”

The last delivery had given her quite the scare, but this time it was just a file envelope. Probably nothing serious.

Aunt Chen had been squinting at the return address, but when she heard Ming Muyao call her, she looked up and said, “Muyao, perfect timing. The print on this thing is way too small for me to read. Come take a look. It’s addressed to you anyway.”

“To me?” Ming Muyao was curious. I don’t really have any friends in this world. The few party buddies I had are all in the hospital. My assistant said they’ve woken up, but they’re basically ruined—no missing limbs, but they’ve been turned into eunuchs. No way they’ll be up to any mischief again.

Could it be… something to do with that Yao Jiang?

She had found her a top-tier defense lawyer, but the trial shouldn’t have started yet. Why would something be sent to her so soon?

Thinking this over, Ming Muyao opened the envelope.

Even though it was just a file folder, it felt surprisingly thick, like it was packed with documents.

She pulled out a large stack of papers.

White ones, red ones, big and small.

Ming Muyao took a closer look and froze. These were all receipts. Why would someone send her a pile of hospital receipts?

Aunt Chen had seen them too, and her face immediately changed. She subconsciously glanced to the side—and Ming Muyao noticed she was looking at Su Yin.

What?

These have something to do with Su Yin?

Ming Muyao casually picked up one of the receipts and gave it a glance. It was from a hospital, listing some kind of medication, costing eighteen thousand yuan.

“What’s this?” Ming Muyao asked curiously. “Why are they all hospital bills?”

Aunt Chen seemed to know something. She rubbed her hands together, hesitating for a moment before saying, “These are from Su Yin’s mother. Her father probably sent them over.”

Su Yin’s parents?

Ming Muyao turned to glance at Su Yin, who was standing not far away. She waved her over. “Su Yin, come here for a sec.”

Su Yin felt like a student being called out by the homeroom teacher. Her whole body stiffened as she slowly walked over.

Ming Muyao picked up the file folder and looked at the return address.

City Third Hospital. The sender’s last name was Su. That must be Su Yin’s father.

The receipts varied in size and content, but there was a handwritten note tucked inside. Ming Muyao picked it up and read the lines:

Medical Fees: 189,201.3
Caretaker Fees: 6,800
Hospital Stay: 3,000
Nutrition Costs: 15,000
Total: 214,001.3
It’s almost summer. The fridge and AC need replacing. Just send another 50K.

Ming Muyao looked at the tiny slip of paper that casually requested nearly 270,000 yuan. She couldn’t help but laugh. “So… is this my father-in-law’s idea of a gift?”

Aunt Chen didn’t dare say a word. She felt like she really shouldn’t be here for this, so she quickly excused herself. “I’ll go check on the soup. Can’t leave the kitchen unattended.”

After she left, Su Yin’s face went pale. She stood by the sofa, looking at Ming Muyao.

Ming Muyao waved the note in her hand and said, “Don’t be so scared. I’m just asking. You know I don’t remember anything from before. Seeing all this is really confusing.”

She wasn’t trying to scare her. Ming Muyao knew Su Yin came from a tough background—an alcoholic father and a mother in a vegetative state.

Apparently, the original Ming Muyao had started dating Su Yin because of that.

Now that it was her turn to deal with it, she had to get to the bottom of things.

Su Yin opened her mouth and spoke softly. “It’s probably my dad. Every month he tallies up the costs from the previous month and sends them to you…”

From Su Yin’s explanation, Ming Muyao learned more about her background. Her mother had been a full-time stay-at-home Omega. Her father used to work, but after losing his job, he bounced between odd jobs, earning just enough to scrape by—and spent the rest on alcohol.

Her mother had been meek by nature. She once tried to find work to help support the family, but her father thought it was disgraceful for a woman to work, so he refused to let her leave the house. In secret, her mom started doing some handiwork at home to save money for Su Yin’s college tuition.

But her dad found out. Furious, he started beating her.

When Su Yin was eighteen, her father got drunk—how much he drank that day, no one knew—but he beat her mother even more viciously than usual. He grabbed a liquor bottle and smashed it over her head. By the time the neighbors rushed her to the hospital, she never woke up again.

The family was thrown into chaos. Su Yin was completely shell-shocked.

The neighbors called the police, but it was classified as a domestic dispute. Her father didn’t even go to prison. He spent a week in detention and walked free.

That was when Ming Muyao swooped in, offering Su Yin’s father a deal. She’d cover all of the mother’s medical and nutritional expenses, the caretaker’s fees, and even the father’s living costs.

On top of that, she gave him a lump sum—with one condition: he was never to interfere in Su Yin’s life again.

With an offer that generous, how could her father say no? In his eyes, Ming Muyao was a walking ATM. His daughter being with someone like her was practically a blessing from the heavens.

That’s why, over the past year, no one from her family ever came to check on Su Yin, no matter how badly she was treated. That was part of the deal.

Ming Muyao was surprised to hear Su Yin speak so much in one go. She looked again at the stack of reimbursement slips and finally understood—this “dad” was nothing more than a leech sucking the life out of his own daughter.

These weren’t receipts. They were bills from a debt-collecting ghost.

“So, every month I’ve been paying my father-in-law nearly 300,000 yuan in reimbursements?” Ming Muyao looked at the colorful pile of papers spread across the table, a mix of amusement and disbelief on her face.

She had enough problems on her plate—her company was on the verge of collapse—and now she had this “external debt” to deal with.

Su Yin thought she was being blamed. She lowered her head and murmured, “Last month… it was 500,000.”

Ming Muyao: “…”

Sheesh… maybe the old Ming Muyao really did love Su Yin.

Why else would someone with that kind of wealth fall for a nobody like her?

Not just fall, but even marry her?

It wasn’t that Su Yin wasn’t good, but the old Ming Muyao had been such a player. Her other party buddies weren’t even married, and the few who were had matched with powerful Omegas. Only Ming Muyao had married a powerless, ordinary citizen.

And on top of that, she willingly paid such a huge sum every month. Ming Muyao had every reason to believe Su Yin was her true love. Why else would she keep sending her father so much money even when the company was about to collapse?

But then, considering everything else she’d done before… it really didn’t make any sense.

Ming Muyao’s expression turned serious. She looked at Su Yin and said, “The company’s been in deficit for a long time. I still have quite a bit of money, but I’m not going to throw it all away.”

Su Yin nodded. “I’ll call my dad and tell him—”

“Tomorrow, we’re going to the hospital,” Ming Muyao interrupted. “I’ll bring someone from the finance department. If all these receipts turn out to be legit, I’ll reimburse your dad.”

Su Yin stared at her in shock.

Ming Muyao added, “Don’t tell your dad anything yet. We’ll show up unannounced. I’m sure it’s been a while since you last saw your mom, right? Don’t you miss her?”

Just the mention of her mom brought tears to Su Yin’s eyes.

Her eyes were red, and within seconds, they were full of tears. Even her nose turned pink, making her look like a little bunny.

“I… I want to go see my mom…”

Red-eyed like a little rabbit, Su Yin looked up at Ming Muyao. “You really mean it? You’ll take me to see her?”

Ming Muyao had always had a soft spot for girls who cried—especially pretty ones like Su Yin. She looked so delicate with her tear-filled eyes, like a flower in the rain.

“Don’t cry,” Ming Muyao said, getting up and walking over. She grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and gently cupped Su Yin’s face to wipe her tears.

Su Yin closed her eyes, and two streams of tears fell into Ming Muyao’s palm, warm and wet.

Ming Muyao looked down at her. The girl didn’t even make a sound while crying. With her eyes shut, her long lashes looked even darker from the tears, like tiny brushes.

“I’ve finished reviewing all the files anyway. Tomorrow, we’ll go see your mom,” Ming Muyao said gently. “Do you remember what room she’s in?”

Su Yin opened her eyes and nodded, then reached out and clutched the hem of Ming Muyao’s shirt. “I remember. I used to sneak out to see her… but then you found out…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Whatever had happened after being caught clearly scared her—she shuddered and closed her mouth.

Ming Muyao could guess what she was thinking, but she didn’t push. She simply said, “As long as you remember. I’ll contact the finance team and send someone with us.”

Su Yin understood what she meant. She was worried about her dad, but she was also scared of Ming Muyao.

She knew exactly what kind of man her father was. Those monthly bills—sometimes over five hundred thousand, sometimes only a hundred or two—how much of it was real? She had a rough idea.

But in the past, she could barely take care of herself. She was too scared of getting beaten by Ming Muyao to think about anything else.

Now, with Ming Muyao saying all this, it was obvious she was going to audit her father. When that day came, he definitely wouldn’t have it easy.

But what does that have to do with me?

Back then, when he beat my mother… when he sold me off to Ming Muyao… did he ever think this day would come?

Su Yin watched as Ming Muyao walked upstairs holding the stack of receipts. Her eyes were still red as she stared at her retreating figure, feeling completely overwhelmed.

These past few days, Ming Muyao’s care for her had been obvious. So much so that Su Yin could barely even remember what the old, violent Ming Muyao used to look like anymore…