Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 27

The next day, Ming Muyao stood in her walk-in closet, looking herself over. She picked out a floral dress and paired it with a pair of glossy, muted pink heels.

A white silk scarf was tied around her wrist. Moving at an unhurried pace, she browsed through her bags before finally settling on a classic monogrammed envelope clutch.

Downstairs in the living room, the finance department staff had already arrived early. In addition to company accountants, the legal department had sent someone too. Su Yin sat among them, looking a little out of place.

Compared to the calm and composed demeanor of the senior employees, Su Yin felt like a young cub lost in a crowd—glancing around nervously as if she’d forgotten this was actually her own home.

When Ming Muyao came downstairs, Su Yin thought she looked like a radiant phoenix draped in glowing feathers. Every move she made exuded elegance.

“You’re all here already.”

Ming Muyao walked over with her bag in hand, glanced at Su Yin, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re seeing your mom today. Why are you dressed so plainly?” Ming Muyao looked over Su Yin’s outfit—white jacket and jeans—like a model student fresh out of school.

Su Yin looked at her, confused, then hesitated before asking, “What should I be wearing?”

That’s a whole subject in itself. But clearly, today wasn’t the right time to explain it.

Ming Muyao smiled faintly. “We’ll talk about that later. Let’s head to the hospital first.”

She turned to look at the two employees she had brought along. Honestly, she didn’t remember either of them.

But as the big boss, it wasn’t strange for her not to recognize everyone who worked under her.

“Thank you both for your help today,” she said politely. “How did you get here?”

The accountant, a woman in her thirties, replied, “We drove ourselves.”

“I see.” Ming Muyao thought for a moment, then said, “Since we’re all headed to the same place, why don’t we take my car together?”

Faced with such a ‘down-to-earth’ offer, the two senior employees exchanged a look and nodded obediently without saying a word.

On the drive to Third Hospital, the legal guy was behind the wheel. The accountant sat in the front passenger seat with the document folder in her arms, while Ming Muyao and Su Yin sat in the back.

As the car passed through unfamiliar streets and scenery, Ming Muyao stared out the window, her brows relaxing slightly. Still can’t quite decide… she thought.

Su Yin, on the other hand, was visibly uneasy. The closer they got to the hospital, the more restless she became. By the time they reached the hospital entrance, she was practically pressed against the car window, as if she might leap out the moment the car stopped.

The legal guy found a spot and started to park. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Su Yin was reaching for the door, only to have her wrist grabbed by Ming Muyao.

Su Yin looked back at her in surprise, only to hear her say softly, “Wait till the car’s fully stopped.”

The parking sensor beeped rapidly. Once the car was still, Ming Muyao released Su Yin’s wrist, glanced at her, and said, “Let’s go.”

Su Yin paused for a moment before opening the door and stepping out. The moment her feet touched the pavement of the hospital parking lot, a wave of familiarity hit her.

This was the very hospital where her mother had been admitted—and never left. Su Yin had spent every day here by her mother’s side, so she knew the place inside and out.

Now that she was back, she could almost smell the pungent scent of disinfectant in the air and see her mother’s pale, sickly face.

As they walked through the corridor, Ming Muyao took in the quiet, empty hallways. The patients on this floor all seemed very subdued. Other than a few nurses, there weren’t many people around. Even the rooms they passed were eerily silent.

Can patients really get better in a place this lifeless?

She had her doubts.

At least it was quiet—no noise to keep them up at night.

When they passed the nurse’s station, a young nurse stood up and asked, “Are you here to visit a patient?”

“Yes.” Ming Muyao turned to her with a smile. “We’re the patient’s family, here to visit.”

The young nurse was momentarily stunned by Ming Muyao’s elegance, her eyes scanning the well-dressed woman up and down. “Which room are you visiting?”

Ming Muyao looked at Su Yin, who softly answered, “Room 16.”

“Room 16?” The nurse paused, then looked over the group with a thoughtful expression before pointing toward the end of the hall. “Head that way—it’s the room on the left.”

“Thank you.” Ming Muyao nodded and continued walking.

But she had barely taken two steps before she overheard the nurses whispering behind her. Their voices weren’t loud, but in the quiet corridor, it was easy to catch snippets like “finally showed up after forever,” “heartless,” and “karma.”

Sounds like this visit isn’t going to be simple…

They reached Room 16. The door was slightly ajar, and a faint, unpleasant smell wafted out.

Ming Muyao knocked, then pushed the door open. “Is this Ms. Zhu Shuying’s room?”

Inside, two middle-aged women were sitting on the balcony, snacking on sunflower seeds in the sun. On the hospital bed lay a woman with a gaunt face. Ming Muyao studied her for a moment—she was pretty sure this was Su Yin’s mother.

The moment Su Yin saw her mother, she rushed to her bedside, tears welling up in her eyes as she clutched the edge of the bed, crying silently.

The two women on the balcony glared at the newcomers. One of them snapped, “Who are you? Do you even know where you are, barging in like this? Get out!”

Ming Muyao stepped into the room, pulled over a chair for Su Yin, and let her sit beside the bed. Then she looked up at the two loud women. “Are you relatives of the patient?”

“We’re her caregivers,” one of them—slightly plump—replied. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m her daughter.” Ming Muyao looked calmly at them, sounding almost surprised. “You’ve been taking a salary from me every month and don’t even know who I am?”

That shut them up.

They exchanged glances, then leaned in to whisper nervously. Clearly, they’d figured out who she was.

Seeing Su Yin sobbing uncontrollably, Ming Muyao worried she’d wear herself out. She grabbed some tissues and gently wiped Su Yin’s tears, her voice cold as she said, “Call Mr. Su. Tell him to come to the hospital. Just say… Ming Muyao wants to see him.”

While they waited, Ming Muyao wasn’t idle.

The legal and finance staff walked around the hospital, holding onto the past invoices that Su Yin’s father had sent, checking each one carefully. Meanwhile, Ming Muyao stayed by Su Yin’s side, watching her gently clean her mother with warm water, occasionally lending a hand.

Ms. Zhu had been bedridden for over a year, and it was clear the two caregivers hadn’t done a good job. Her back was covered in festering sores that gave off a terrible stench. That was the source of the foul odor in the room.

While Ming Muyao and Su Yin were busy, the caregivers tried to come over to help—but a single look from Ming Muyao stopped them in their tracks.

Over half an hour later, Su Yin’s father finally showed up.

His name was Su Hong. Broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with thinning hair, he looked nothing like his delicate daughter.

The moment Su Hong saw Ming Muyao, his face changed. He plastered on a smile and rushed over, ignoring his wife and daughter completely.

“President Ming! What brings you to the hospital? Did something happen?”

“Nothing serious.” Ming Muyao smiled at him. “I just got the invoice you sent yesterday. Figured it’s been a while since we last talked, so I thought I’d drop by.”

Su Hong glanced at his wife on the bed, unsure of what Ming Muyao was thinking. Rubbing his hands together, he asked, “Is there something wrong with the invoice?”

Ming Muyao didn’t answer. She had already looked into this man—he used to drink heavily and beat his wife and daughter. Now his wife was hospitalized, his daughter was married off, and she herself had been sending him large sums of money.

Promotion, fortune, and a dead wife—the dream trifecta for many men.

Su Hong had already achieved two out of three. No wonder he was living so comfortably, even thinking about finding a mistress.

And despite being fat and greasy, money still made people flock to him.

“I heard business has been booming for you lately, Mr. Su.” Ming Muyao smiled. “Even found yourself a new girlfriend?”

Su Hong laughed awkwardly. “What are you saying, President Ming? I just run a little card lounge. And a girlfriend? No way—I’ve still got a wife and daughter. Please don’t tease me.”

Ming Muyao raised her brows. “Oh? So you do remember you have a wife and daughter?”

Su Hong froze.

Looking at the sharply dressed Ming Muyao, so different from how she used to be, he felt something was off about her today.

Even though she kept smiling and sounded friendly, he had the unsettling sense that she was furious.

There was no point in dragging this out with polite small talk. Ming Muyao didn’t have the patience for it either. She pulled out her phone and made a call, summoning the two colleagues who were verifying the invoices. Once they returned, she set her phone down and said coldly to Su Hong, “Have a seat. We need to talk.”

Su Hong didn’t dare sit. He was still trying to strike up conversation, but Ming Muyao clearly had no interest. He began pacing nervously like an ant on a hot pan.

Soon, the accountant and legal guy returned, bringing hospital staff with them. The room, which had been quiet before, suddenly felt crowded.

Su Yin had stopped crying by then, though she still didn’t understand what Ming Muyao was trying to do. Once everyone was gathered, Ming Muyao put down the towel in her hand and turned to ask, “How’s the audit going?”

“We’ve only checked the invoices from the last three months,” the accountant replied. “We haven’t gotten to the rest yet.”

Ming Muyao took the reconciled report and suddenly laughed—not out of joy, but like someone who’d just heard a massive joke. She stroked her chin and said, “Hospital bills total 150,000 yuan. But the invoice you sent me listed 870,000. So where did the other 700,000 go, Mr. Su?”