Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 30

An Jinyao was clearly reluctant, but the person on the other end of the line was still her boss. She hadn’t quit yet, so she couldn’t exactly talk back.

“But the few bosses I contacted all seemed polite at first. The moment I mentioned we were looking for investors, their attitudes changed fast,” An Jinyao said with a sigh. “I’ve scheduled meetings with a few big logistics companies tomorrow. We’ve invested in them before, so maybe they’ll at least give us some face.”

Getting funding wasn’t like borrowing money. Loans came with repayment terms and interest—even if you didn’t make a profit, you usually wouldn’t lose much. But with investment, the bigger the amount, the bigger the risk.

Ming Muyao understood that perfectly. She told An Jinyao, “Try talking to them tomorrow. Even if you can’t get investors, maybe you can rope in a few partners. Promise them shares and returns—someone’s bound to be tempted.”

She gave An Jinyao a few more instructions, and after hearing where she was currently located, Ming Muyao paused in thought for a moment before suddenly asking, “Have you ever met the head of Ruicheng Group?”

“Ruicheng?” An Jinyao thought for a bit and said, “You mean the biggest IT company in the country?”

“That’s the one,” Ming Muyao said. “Try to get in touch with someone from Ruicheng. Tell them about our company’s plans. Try to convince her to invest.”

“Her?” An Jinyao was getting more confused. She asked cautiously, “President Ming, are you familiar with someone at Ruicheng Group?”

“Not at all. I’ve never even met them.”

“Then why—”

Ming Muyao chuckled and said, “Just trust me. Try to get in touch with someone from Ruicheng. They’re probably looking for new projects right now. You never know, we might get lucky.”

An Jinyao was still confused, but since it was an order from her boss, she couldn’t exactly refuse. Besides, she’d heard Ruicheng was indeed looking to invest lately. At worst, it’d just be a waste of time and effort. She figured she might as well give it a shot.

“Alright, President Ming,” An Jinyao said. “I’ll reach out to them. Anything else you need?”

“That’s all. Good luck with the funding,” Ming Muyao said, then added, “While you’re negotiating, keep an eye out for a personal assistant. You never know—she might be able to help you.”

After hanging up, Ming Muyao finally let out a small breath of relief.

She had just remembered that in the original novel, the female lead was the CEO of Ruicheng Group. The author had indeed mentioned that the CEO wanted to invest in online gaming but hadn’t yet found the right partner.

Isn’t that exactly the cash cow I’ve been looking for?

Side characters could go bankrupt at any time, but the protagonist never would. The female lead’s business would only grow bigger and better.

Ming Muyao leaned back in her chair, tapping the armrest with her fingers. She mentally ran through the original plot again and remembered that the CEO’s soft spot was her personal assistant. If An Jinyao could get close to that assistant, landing an investment from the female lead was just a matter of time.

Right now, she couldn’t do much herself. All she could do was quietly hope An Jinyao would give it her all. Whether the company survived or not would depend on how hard they worked in the coming days.

Later, Ming Muyao got busy with a few other things. A couple of senior executives came in to hand over some documents, but she didn’t bother with them and just told them to leave the papers and go.

After work, when she got home, Aunt Chen had already prepared a full table of delicious dishes. The moment she walked through the door, the smell of freshly cooked food hit her.

“What’s the occasion? Why so much good food today?” Ming Muyao looked at the spread—eight dishes laid out on the table—and reached out to grab a piece of meat.

“Hey, hey, hey! You haven’t even washed your hands! That’s not sanitary.” Aunt Chen snatched the meat from her and pointed toward the kitchen, where Su Yin was slicing fruit. She leaned in and said, “Yinyin made all this for you. She came back from the hospital in such a good mood today, I think she has some good news to share.”

Ming Muyao looked at Aunt Chen in confusion, then saw Su Yin walking out with the last fruit platter. The moment she saw Ming Muyao, her eyes lit up, and she smiled warmly. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” Ming Muyao watched as Su Yin placed the fruit plate on the side table. Curious, she asked, “Aunt Chen said you made all this food. Did something good happen today?”

Su Yin nodded and said, “When I went to visit my mom at the hospital today, she opened her eyes.”

Ming Muyao looked at her in surprise.

“This morning when I got there, I found her lying there with her eyes open. She still doesn’t seem conscious, but it was the first time I’ve ever seen her open her eyes.”

Su Yin looked directly at her and said sincerely, “Thank you. If you hadn’t been paying for her treatment this whole time, my mom would’ve passed away long ago.”

Ming Muyao felt a heaviness in her heart. Her own family had never been perfect, but her relatives had always treated her well. And up until now, she’d never experienced the loss of someone close—not even a minor illness or injury.

She could sort of understand how Su Yin felt, but not completely.

Still, looking into Su Yin’s clear, sincere eyes, Ming Muyao felt that if money could slow down the loss of life, then she really had helped her in a big way.

“No need to be so formal,” Ming Muyao said gently. “Just spend more time with her. She’ll wake up eventually.”

That meal lifted her mood a lot. After eating, she went upstairs, leaving Su Yin and Aunt Chen to clean up in the dining room.

It was clear Su Yin was in a great mood—her steps were lighter, and even washing dishes seemed easier.

Seeing her like that, Aunt Chen chuckled and said, “Yinyin, this is the first time I’ve seen you so happy.”

Su Yin looked a little embarrassed after hearing that. She tried to tone down her expression, but the joy in her eyes was hard to hide. She said to Aunt Chen, “The doctor told me that if she continues getting good treatment, there’s a chance my mom might wake up one day.”

Su Hong was gone now—no one would hit or yell at them anymore. If her mom woke up, Su Yin just wanted to live a peaceful life with her.

That was a beautiful dream. But the moment Su Yin thought about what her future might look like, her hands froze over the sink.

She stared at the water flowing steadily from the faucet, thinking for a long time before quietly asking, “Aunt Chen… do you think Muyao’s doing well now?”

“Now?” Aunt Chen said. “She’s doing great. Ever since she lost her memory, she’s been so kind to both of us. Totally different from before. She used to be so harsh—when she hit you, she looked like she was ready to kill someone. She scared me to death.”

Aunt Chen added, “I was planning to quit this year and go work for someone else. But then you two got into that car accident…”

“Honestly, I guess we have that accident to thank,” she laughed. “Otherwise, we’d still be stuck dealing with that ruthless woman.”

Hearing that, Su Yin looked up at her in confusion. “Then do you think the old Ming Muyao will ever come back?”

The current Muyao was like a completely different person compared to the one from before. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Su Yin wouldn’t have believed they were the same person.

But in the end, it was just amnesia.

The doctor said she might recover her memories—or she might not.

Su Yin clutched the white ceramic plate in her hands. She wasn’t even sure what she was feeling anymore. If the old Ming Muyao came back… could she still laugh and chat with her like this?

Seeing her expression, Aunt Chen came over to comfort her and said, “Yinyin, don’t overthink it. Even if the old Muyao does come back, it’s all just fate.”

Su Yin lowered her gaze and said nothing.

Fate, huh… Whether she comes back or not, it’s already been decided.

Ever since she agreed to marry Ming Muyao, she was bound to be tied to her for life.

But the current Ming Muyao was so kind. She smiled at her, bought her clothes, and always considered her feelings.

If this version of Muyao disappears… what will I do?

Upstairs in the study, Ming Muyao had no idea what the two downstairs were talking about. She was waiting for a message from An Jinyao.

Around ten that night, just as she finished reviewing a file, her phone—charging on the side—suddenly lit up and rang. Ming Muyao immediately looked over, and her face lit up.

“Hello?” she answered the call. “How did it go?”

An Jinyao still sounded a little dazed. Holding the phone, she said, “They didn’t want to invest too much. I talked their ears off just to get ten million out of them, and even that’s just an equity investment.”

Ming Muyao’s eyes sparkled. Ten million might not be much for a big company like theirs, but it was enough to ease some of the pressure.

“You did great,” Ming Muyao said. “What about Ruicheng Group? Did you get in touch with them?”

“Would I dare forget a task from President Ming?” An Jinyao shouted toward someone nearby, “Xiao Sun, tell President Ming I’m gonna go throw up—feeling dizzy.”

The phone was handed to a manager named Sun, who had been on a business trip with An Jinyao. He slurred his words a bit as he explained to Ming Muyao that they had gotten in touch with someone from Ruicheng and scheduled a meeting for tomorrow night. The exact details still needed to be worked out.

Listening to Sun’s slurred voice and hearing An Jinyao retching faintly in the background, Ming Muyao felt a mix of gratitude and guilt.

“I got it. You two go get some rest,” she said. “Thank you both for working so hard when the company’s in trouble. Whether or not this funding goes through, you’ll get a big bonus when you come back.”

Compared to those who handed in resignation letters the moment things got tough, she was truly grateful for An Jinyao and the others—and she wouldn’t forget their efforts.

The next morning, Ming Muyao was woken up by the sound of Aunt Chen vacuuming.

She sat up from her desk, rubbing her stiff shoulders and neck. She had stayed up too late reviewing documents last night. Originally, she just wanted to nap for a bit before getting back to work, but she ended up sleeping until daylight.

She glanced at the clock—it had just passed 7 a.m.

No point going back to bed now. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the desk, feeling like half her body had gone numb.

“I can’t sleep like that anymore,” she muttered, leaning against the wall as she hobbled out. “Is this desk too tall or something? Why does my whole body feel like it’s falling apart…”

After washing up in the bedroom, she lay down on the bed for a bit, letting her bones and muscles relax. Only then did she slowly climb back out.

Su Yin was making breakfast. When she saw Ming Muyao come downstairs, she placed a steaming basket of soup dumplings on the table and said, “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Ming Muyao sat down at the table, watching as Su Yin set out bowls and chopsticks for her. She smiled and said, “Thanks.”