Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals (GL, ABO) - Chapter 3
Just thinking about how the original owner had taken Su Yin to that kind of place made Ming Muyao tremble with anger.
Thank goodness that person was dead. Otherwise, she had no idea what she might’ve done.
After taking a moment to calm herself down, Ming Muyao looked coldly at the person named Xu Bu, opened their profile, and promptly blocked and deleted them.
On top of that, she also went through the rest of her phone messages, left all the chaotic group chats, and deleted the accounts of so-called “friends” from her memories. Once that was done, she opened her laptop and found it filled with random, messy little videos, which made her feel disgusted to her core.
Knock knock knock—
Su Yin stood at the door of the study, cautiously knocking as she softly said, “Dinner’s ready. You can come downstairs to eat.”
“Okay.” After double-checking that everything that needed deleting was gone, Ming Muyao got up, walked to the door, and said to Su Yin, “Let’s go down.”
Aunt Chen’s cooking was actually quite good—everything looked, smelled, and tasted amazing.
After dishing out the rice and placing it in front of Ming Muyao, she smiled and said, “It’s all ready. The doctor said you should eat light after getting discharged, so I didn’t make anything too heavy.”
The aroma lifted Ming Muyao’s mood, and she said to Aunt Chen, “Thanks. Come sit and eat with us.”
Aunt Chen looked at her in surprise. She wiped her hands on her apron awkwardly and said, “I’ll just eat in the kitchen. You and Yinyin enjoy your meal. Call me when you’re done.”
As she watched Aunt Chen leave in a hurry, Ming Muyao couldn’t help but wonder if she’d said something weird, or maybe her eating habits were too off-putting?
But no matter how much she thought about it, she really couldn’t find anything wrong with herself. It probably wasn’t her problem.
When she looked up, she saw Su Yin holding a small white porcelain bowl, standing hesitantly at the kitchen door, clearly too afraid to come closer.
Why is everyone so scared of me?
Am I some kind of monster?
Ming Muyao sighed, picked up her chopsticks, and said to Su Yin, “If you’re not comfortable, you can go eat in the kitchen with Aunt Chen.”
Su Yin thought she was angry and trembled a little. She slowly made her way over, placed her half-filled bowl of rice on the table, and sat down across from Ming Muyao.
Because of how nervous Su Yin looked, Ming Muyao felt a bit better. She picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Su Yin’s bowl, then said gently, “I might’ve had a bad temper before and done a lot of wrong things. If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?”
Su Yin looked up at her and gave a small, timid nod.
This meal was more stifling than Ming Muyao had imagined. Maybe it was because she’d just learned about the awful things the original owner had done, but looking at the girl in front of her made her heart ache even more.
Not only had the original owner locked her up at home with no freedom, she also hit her over the smallest things.
And to top it off, she’d even tried to take Su Yin to some bar to indulge in who-knows-what. Judging by Su Yin’s reaction, she probably didn’t even realize what was happening. If it weren’t for that sudden car accident that put Ming Muyao in this body, the girl sitting across from her would’ve ended up in an even worse situation.
Lost in thought, Ming Muyao glanced at Su Yin and asked, “Why aren’t you eating any meat?”
Su Yin had already been eating cautiously, and when she heard that question, she froze. Her eyes stared blankly at Ming Muyao, and after a long pause, she finally said, “You… don’t like it when I gain weight. You said it doesn’t look good.”
Ming Muyao blinked, surprised. “What exactly did I say?”
Su Yin thought for a moment, then replied, “You said an Omega should be light. If I’m too heavy, it’s not only ugly, but you wouldn’t be able to carry me. So, I’m not allowed to weigh more than 75 jin.”
Seventy-five jin?
Ming Muyao looked Su Yin over. She should be about nineteen years old, and her height didn’t seem short—maybe around 165 cm.
And she was expected to stay under 75 jin? That’s just bones!
No wonder when she held Su Yin’s hand, it felt like nothing but sharp edges—this was why.
Ming Muyao instantly felt a surge of anger. Her face darkened as she stared at Su Yin, making the girl flinch in fear.
“I—I…” Su Yin thought Ming Muyao was about to hit her. Her face turned pale as she quickly explained, “I won’t eat anymore! I’ll keep my weight under control. I won’t cause you trouble, I’m sorry!”
Ming Muyao said with a serious look, “You don’t have to apologize to me. I’m just realizing how awful I used to be.”
Su Yin stared at her, face still white, too scared to speak.
Ming Muyao knew her expression probably looked harsh, so she sighed and said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry. From now on, if you’re hungry, eat. You don’t need to keep your weight down—just focus on staying healthy.”
As she spoke, she placed more meat into Su Yin’s bowl and added, “Eat up. Have a bit more.”
The rest of the meal, Su Yin looked like she was walking on thin ice. Every time she swallowed, she glanced at Ming Muyao nervously, afraid she’d suddenly snap and beat her half to death.
But even after they finished eating, Ming Muyao never raised a hand against her, leaving Su Yin both worried and confused.
As Aunt Chen cleared the dishes, Ming Muyao noticed that Su Yin still had more than half a bowl of rice left. Maybe it was due to years of mistreatment—Su Yin had barely eaten. Just a few bites of vegetables and meat, and she said she couldn’t eat anymore.
Ming Muyao couldn’t help but sigh again.
“Aunt Chen.” She looked up and said, “From now on, try to make more of Su Yin’s favorite dishes. She’s too skinny right now—it’s like she’s malnourished. She really needs to build her strength.”
Aunt Chen stared at her like the world had just ended. Wide-eyed, she asked, “You mean… give Su Yin more food?”
“Yes, what’s the problem?” Ming Muyao blinked. “Is that not okay?”
“No, no, no problem at all,” Aunt Chen said with a strained smile. “I’m just… surprised. You used to not like it when she ate too much.”
“That was before. This is now.” Ming Muyao looked away, feeling a little guilty. “She’s so thin, it’s kind of scary. Just please cook more for her. Otherwise, her health is going to fall apart.”
Aunt Chen nodded quickly and agreed.
That evening, Aunt Chen made a pot of chicken soup and gave both Ming Muyao and Su Yin a bowl.
Ming Muyao finished hers quickly, but Su Yin barely managed half a bowl. She seemed like she couldn’t handle greasy food.
She was worried Ming Muyao would scold her again, but all Ming Muyao did was glance at her and say casually, “If you can’t finish it, then don’t force yourself.”
Putting on weight wasn’t going to be easy—especially in Su Yin’s case. Ming Muyao even wondered if she might have developed an eating disorder. Otherwise, how could she still not feel hungry after eating just a few bites?
That night, when it was time to sleep, Ming Muyao found herself in a bit of a dilemma.
Technically, she and Su Yin were legally married and shared a room. But she wasn’t the original Ming Muyao, and they had stayed in separate hospital rooms while she was recovering. Now that they were home, it would make sense to sleep together again.
But when she glanced at Su Yin—this nineteen-year-old girl—she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to share a bed with someone else’s wife.
Ming Muyao: …staring hard at Su Yin
Su Yin: …looking like she’s about to cry
In the end, Ming Muyao sighed and tried to reason with her. “I lost my memory, so I think we should sleep separately for now. What do you think?”
Su Yin looked confused, lowered her head, and clutched the hem of her clothes. “Whatever you say.”
“Okay, then we’ll sleep separately.” Ming Muyao, satisfied with her agreement, stood up and said to Aunt Chen, “Please get the guest room upstairs ready. I’ll be sleeping apart from Su Yin from now on. It’ll help both of us rest better.”
Aunt Chen clearly froze—again. She’d been shocked so many times today. After a while, she asked, “You really want to… sleep separately?”
“Yes.” Ming Muyao frowned. “Is there something wrong with that?”
Worried there might be some sort of taboo or bad custom, she added, “I lost my memory and don’t remember a lot of things. I just thought maybe being alone would help me recover faster.”
Aunt Chen looked at Su Yin, then back at Ming Muyao, and finally said with a forced smile, “Got it. I’ll tidy up the room next to the master bedroom upstairs. Su Yin can sleep there. Is that alright?”
Ming Muyao didn’t mind and nodded her approval. Then Aunt Chen led Su Yin upstairs—one went to prepare the room, the other went to pack her things.
It looked like the original owner really had shared a room with Su Yin. Ming Muyao watched as Su Yin took out a few pieces of clothing from the bedroom. She had no idea where they’d been hidden—she hadn’t seen them in the walk-in closet earlier.
Maybe because Su Yin rarely went outside, most of the clothes were pajamas. She only had two spare jackets and a white winter coat, all of which looked old and worn.
The guest room wasn’t very big and hadn’t been used in a long time, so the air felt a little stale.
Aunt Chen opened the windows and started tidying the room.
“This room has decent sunlight, even though it’s small. It’s enough for one person,” she said while working. “It’s getting cold, so I’ve added two extra quilts for you, and a thick blanket too. You get cold easily—if it’s still freezing at night, just turn on the heater.”
She continued, “Sleeping apart does have its perks. At least now Muyao won’t stop you from using the heater. Last winter your hands were cracked from the cold, and she still wouldn’t let you turn it on, saying it made the air too dry. But who knew what you were really going through…”
Su Yin held her clothes and listened silently.
Looking at the girl in front of her, Aunt Chen remembered how Su Yin at least looked like a normal person when she first arrived here a year ago. Now she was just skin and bones, her whole presence gloomy and pitiful—it made her heart ache.
“Poor child. You’ve got no choice now,” Aunt Chen said as she gently patted Su Yin’s head. “When you married Ming Muyao, you should’ve known she wasn’t a good person. You chose this road yourself. Unless you die, you’re never getting away from her.”