Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 28

Su Hong hadn’t expected that Ming Muyao was here to check his accounts this time. He immediately tensed up and stammered a few expense items, causing the whole room to fall silent.

Ming Muyao looked at him and said, “Caregiver fees, nutrition costs, plus your living expenses—seventy grand in three months. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

Su Hong was sweating bullets. He had indeed fudged the numbers, but Ming Muyao had never checked his accounts before. What was going on today? Why was she suddenly coming after him?

It must be someone stirring up trouble!

With that thought, Su Hong’s eyes shifted to Su Yin, who was standing beside the hospital bed. His eyes instantly turned red.

He’d paid for this daughter’s schooling, fed her, clothed her, and now this ungrateful wretch was actually trying to set up her own father?

Seeing the murderous glint in Su Hong’s eyes, Ming Muyao flung the entire stack of reconciled statements in his face.

“What are you staring at?” she said coldly. “Seventy grand in three months—so that’s over two million a year? No wonder you can afford to open a mahjong parlor. Turns out you’ve been spending my money.”

Su Hong didn’t dare argue with her and quickly leaned over, pulling a pitiful face. “President Ming, don’t say it like that. When I had Su Yin marry you, you didn’t talk like this back then.”

The moment he mentioned Su Yin, Ming Muyao’s expression shifted.

She stared at the ugly man in front of her for a moment before saying, “You’re right. Technically, you’re my father-in-law. We’re family.”

“Yes, yes, we’re family!” Su Hong perked up, eager to say more, but then he noticed Ming Muyao turning toward the two caregivers standing on the balcony watching the drama unfold.

“I trust Mr. Su’s character, of course,” she said, eyes downcast, “but these two… I’m not so sure. I just heard that all the cleaning and care for Su Yin’s mother was done by a kind nurse. These two barely lift a finger.”

She turned back to Su Hong. “If you didn’t fake the bills, then it must’ve been them. They’re the only ones who’ve been in the hospital all the time. How hard would it be for them to cook the numbers?”

Su Hong froze, unable to speak, when Ming Muyao turned to the legal department rep beside her and asked, “What’s the sentence for defrauding someone of a large sum with fake invoices?”

The legal guy was quick on the uptake and replied seriously, “If the amount exceeds one million, the sentence is over ten years.”

The moment they heard “ten years,” the two caregivers panicked. One of them rushed over, waving her hands. “We didn’t steal that much! We did make the invoices, but we only got a few thousand each! He was the one who told us it’d be an easy job—just keep his wife breathing, that’s it!”

The other chimed in, “We didn’t even want to take the job at first, but he paid way too well. Later, we found out this Mr. Su fakes the bills every month—at least ten or twenty grand each time.”

Hearing that, the legal rep let out a long sigh.

Ming Muyao turned back to Su Hong. “Is what they’re saying true?”

“Wait—President Ming, let me explain—”

“No need to explain.”

Ming Muyao had gotten what she came for. She gave a resigned wave and told her team, “Call the police.”

Everyone in the room was stunned.

What started as a family dispute had suddenly escalated, and Ming Muyao’s stance was very clear—she was pressing charges.

The police arrived shortly after and, without a word, took Su Hong and the two caregivers into custody. Ming Muyao sent the legal department rep to follow up, and just like that, the once-crowded hospital room emptied out.

Outside the room, several onlookers had gathered. The company accountant stepped out to close the door, leaving some space for those still inside.

After over an hour of chaos, Ming Muyao was exhausted. She sat by the bed, waving a hand in front of Su Yin’s blank face.

“What are you staring at?” Ming Muyao chuckled. “It’s all over now.”

Su Yin blinked, looking at her as if she was meeting her for the first time.

“Why did you do all this?” she asked, confused.

Was it… for her?

Su Yin looked at the woman in front of her, heart pounding a little faster, almost as if hoping for a certain answer.

Ming Muyao didn’t even hesitate. “Of course it was for you.”

Su Yin’s mind buzzed. She didn’t dare look at her.

Ming Muyao didn’t notice Su Yin’s reaction. She just kept talking. “When I heard your dad hurt your mom and only spent a week in detention, I figured he needed to go in properly this time.”

That incident had happened a while ago, but the evidence was still there. And now that he’d scammed her out of so much money, with everything clearly documented, there was no way he was getting out anytime soon.

Sometimes, justice really does come fast.

She glanced between Su Yin and the unconscious woman in the hospital bed, then said gently, “Su Yin, do you want to transfer your mom to a different hospital?”

Su Yin looked up, clutching the hem of her shirt nervously. “Transfer where?”

“There’s a nice rehab facility near our house,” Ming Muyao said. “The environment’s really good. I’m guessing you’d like to see your mom more often, right? If she’s moved there, you’ll have an easier time visiting.”

“You… you’re letting me go out now?” Su Yin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Ming Muyao looked puzzled. “Did I ever say you couldn’t?”

Su Yin thought about it. Lately, she really hadn’t been forbidden.

But after being cooped up for a whole year, the fear was ingrained. Unless Ming Muyao gave explicit permission, she didn’t dare step outside the villa. At most, she’d walk around the yard, like a canary in a fancy cage—pretty to look at, but unable to fly.

Ming Muyao reached out and gently ruffled Su Yin’s hair. “I’ll handle your dad. As for your mom, I’ll start the transfer process as soon as possible. That way, you can visit her every week. It’ll be good for you both.”

Su Yin stared at her and nodded firmly.

After the confrontation, Ming Muyao assigned two more people to assist with auditing Su Hong’s accounts. The final report showed that over the past year, he had swindled her out of more than three million through various excuses.

Despite everything, Ming Muyao was still generous toward her so-called father-in-law. She had her lawyer dig up all the past evidence of domestic violence: medical reports detailing Zhu Shuying’s serious injuries, hospitalization records—the whole package. In the end, she managed to secure a 15-year prison sentence for her dear “father-in-law.”

By the time he got out, he’d probably be a whole new man.

The three million he’d stolen was quickly recovered. As soon as it hit her account, Ming Muyao transferred it to the company’s finance department to help with cash flow.

With Su Hong dealt with, her focus turned to Su Yin’s mother’s transfer. The rehab facility near Ming Muyao’s home had an excellent environment and came with a hefty price tag. But compared to the three million Su Hong scammed, the monthly cost—less than fifty grand including care and medical fees—was nothing.

Not long after the transfer, the facility reported a bit of good news—Su Yin’s mother was starting to show signs of awareness.

The doctors explained to Ming Muyao that although she still appeared sluggish and didn’t really respond to those around her, she was occasionally opening her eyes. It was a promising start—evidence that there was still a chance she might recover.

This condition likely began months ago, but neither the previous caregivers nor the hospital staff took it seriously. They assumed it was just involuntary muscle spasms. It wasn’t until the transfer that the doctors at the new facility caught the signs.

When Su Yin heard the news, she was overjoyed—probably the happiest she’d been in a long time. Her eyes were red, and it looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to begin.

Meanwhile, Ming Muyao gently pulled her into a hug.

Su Yin had been crying nonstop these past few days over her mom.

She was like a little water balloon—crying when she was happy, crying when she was sad.

Sometimes, Ming Muyao really wondered how much water Su Yin drank in a day to cry this much.

Especially when she cried without making a sound. Her eyes would turn red, and tears would roll down silently, like two little streams. It made Ming Muyao’s heart ache—and itch—with helpless affection.

After leaving the facility with Su Yin, Ming Muyao got in the car and groaned when she saw the traffic piling up under the overpass.

She’d forgotten it was rush hour. Even though home was just ten minutes away, it’d take forever to get there now.

Su Yin, sitting in the passenger seat, hadn’t noticed. She was still caught up in the joy of her mother’s recovery. Even stuck in traffic, she probably felt like she was savoring a slow, peaceful afternoon.

“Su Yin, want to go shopping before we head home?” Ming Muyao asked, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

Su Yin turned to her, trying to understand what she meant.

Ming Muyao smiled and pointed toward a nearby building. “There’s a mall just ahead. I remember saying I’d take you to buy clothes, but we haven’t gotten around to it. Since we’re free today, let’s go have a look.”

Su Yin glanced at the shopping center in the distance. She didn’t mind, but said honestly, “I don’t really need any clothes.”

Ming Muyao looked at her seriously. “But I do.”

Su Yin: ?

Thinking about Ming Muyao’s walk-in closet with rows and rows of clothes, Su Yin honestly couldn’t understand how she could say she needed more.

She probably just wants to go shopping and is bringing me along. She probably thinks I look too pitiful…

Su Yin looked down at what she was wearing—pretty plain stuff.

She barely went out, so she only had two sets of outside clothes. When it got cold, she’d throw on a winter coat. Most days, she just wore her pajamas around the house.

Since Su Yin didn’t object, Ming Muyao drove into the mall parking lot, pulled into a spot, unbuckled her seatbelt, and said, “Let’s go. We’ll browse around for a bit, then have dinner. I’ll call Aunt Chen and let her know we’re not coming home for dinner tonight.”