Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 34

Su Yin had just started school again, and with only three months to review, it was already a tight schedule. If she had to undergo surgery and go through the recovery period, even without the doctor saying anything, Ming Muyao knew Su Yin wouldn’t be able to take the college entrance exam this year. And even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to get into the university she wanted.

“Does she really have to get surgery?” Ming Muyao thought about it for a long time before asking Aunt Chen, “Is there no other way?”

“I didn’t understand everything the doctor said, but it sounds like they need your cooperation. Since you’re her Alpha, your pheromones can help guide and heal her.”

“…Pheromones?”

Ming Muyao frowned. Honestly, she had never used her pheromones before and had no idea how it was supposed to work.

“Did the doctor say anything else besides pheromones?” she asked, still frowning.

“Nothing else. If you’re willing to help Yin Yin, then you should come with us to the hospital next time and see what the doctor says.”

“Alright. Just let me know in advance and I’ll make time.”

After Aunt Chen left, Ming Muyao finally turned her attention to the fruit plate in front of her. After a moment of thought, she got up and carried it upstairs.

At the second-floor landing, she heard someone reciting. Su Yin seemed to be memorizing classical poetry, one word at a time, sounding stiff and forced.

Knock knock knock—

Ming Muyao knocked on Su Yin’s door. The reciting stopped immediately, followed by some shuffling inside. When the door opened, Su Yin stood there in her pajamas, looking at her with confusion.

“Was I too loud?” Su Yin asked, looking a bit embarrassed. “I just can’t memorize anything unless I say it out loud. The teacher’s going over this stuff tomorrow, so I wanted to review it in advance.”

Ming Muyao smiled at her. “It wasn’t too loud. I just brought you some fruit. You should snack a bit while studying.”

Su Yin opened the door wider to let her in.

A small lamp was lit on the nightstand. There hadn’t originally been a desk in Su Yin’s room, but to make studying easier for her, Ming Muyao had Aunt Chen set up a simple desk inside. With the new clothes and textbooks, the already small room was now completely packed.

Ming Muyao looked around and set the fruit plate down. “Let’s have Aunt Chen get you a proper desk and chair tomorrow. Everything’s piled up all over the place—it’s not easy to find anything like this.”

“This setup is fine,” Su Yin said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’ve gotten used to it.”

Mainly, she felt like too much could change in three months. Being able to have a private space like this already felt like a luxury. Asking for anything more seemed excessive.

Ming Muyao sat down beside her. The two of them looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Ming Muyao finally spoke. “Can I take a look at how your gland is healing?”

Su Yin was slightly startled. She turned her head away uncomfortably and whispered, “…Okay.”

Sitting on the bed, Su Yin brushed her long hair aside, revealing her pale, delicate neck.

Ming Muyao sat behind her and gently pulled back her collar, her gaze landing on the jagged gland at the back of Su Yin’s neck.

Honestly, Ming Muyao had forgotten what Su Yin’s gland looked like the first time she saw it, but that didn’t stop her from feeling that the wound looked gruesome. The surrounding burns and scars were still very visible. For some reason, this area just wasn’t healing—wounds elsewhere had already recovered, but this one seemed to be getting worse.

Looks like Aunt Chen wasn’t exaggerating—Su Yin’s gland was indeed deteriorating. If conservative treatment didn’t work, then surgery was the only option.

From what Ming Muyao knew, gland surgeries were very complicated and could cause long-term damage to an Omega. If it wasn’t absolutely necessary, it was best to avoid it.

She withdrew her gaze and helped Su Yin let her hair fall back down.

“Your gland doesn’t seem to be healing very well,” she told her honestly. “When you go to the hospital this week, I’ll come with you. There are some things I want to ask the doctor myself.”

“You’re coming too?” Su Yin looked at her curiously. “Did Aunt Chen tell you something?”

“You knew what she was going to say?”

“…I heard a bit,” Su Yin replied, sitting on the bed. “I was standing right there when the doctor was talking to her.”

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me?” Ming Muyao looked at her, a little exasperated. “You should know—I really want you to get better.”

Even if she wasn’t the one who caused those injuries, it was still related to “herself.” She couldn’t avoid taking responsibility.

“Aunt Chen said I’d need to use my pheromones to help you, but I don’t really know how that works either.” Ming Muyao, for once, looked a bit uneasy. “Ever since I lost my memory, I haven’t used my pheromones at all.”

It’s not like turning on an appliance with a switch.

To Ming Muyao, pheromones felt… sleazy. The kind of thing people used for foreplay in those trashy movies. Which, frankly, was kind of accurate. That’s why she was extra cautious.

She couldn’t use it recklessly, but she also couldn’t ignore it.

But she really didn’t want to come off as some kind of pervert.

Su Yin opened her mouth but didn’t say anything. Her face was flushed, and she didn’t dare look at Ming Muyao. She probably didn’t know how to explain how pheromones worked either.

The room went quiet.

Ming Muyao glanced at Su Yin, who was kneeling on the bed. Her ankles were slender, pressed into the mattress, and her toes were round and delicate like little pearls.

Su Yin had probably gained a little weight. Her white nightdress was tucked under her, accentuating her slim waist and perky butt.

It was hard to pretend she didn’t feel anything, but she forced herself to look away and stare out the door instead.

“You should keep studying,” Ming Muyao said, getting up and turning her back to her. “We’re definitely getting you that desk tomorrow. It’s not like the family can’t afford it.”

Su Yin watched helplessly as Ming Muyao left the room and even gently closed the door behind her.

After she was gone, Su Yin reached up to touch her gland.

She couldn’t see it herself, but she’d caught a glimpse in the bathroom mirror before. She knew exactly what it looked like.

She was probably scared by it.

Su Yin lowered her eyes and clutched the hem of her dress tightly.

If she wasn’t scared, then why hasn’t she made a move all this time?

Su Yin used to hate it when Ming Muyao touched her, but lately, the lack of contact made her feel a little… unsettled.

This is fine too, Su Yin thought, looking down at her hands. At least it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.

In the morning, Ming Muyao came out of her room and saw Aunt Chen cleaning up dishes downstairs.

“Aunt Chen, where’s Su Yin?”

“She went to school,” Aunt Chen replied, looking up at her. “Classes start at eight, so she ate around seven and left early to do some review.”

Ming Muyao made a sound of acknowledgment and walked downstairs, sniffing the air. “What did you make today?”

“Youtiao and spicy soup.” Aunt Chen brought her a bowl and set it on the table. “I figured she’d need something flavorful to get her brain going for school. Helps you stay alert.”

“Where’d you hear that kind of logic?”

“Back home, everyone says salty food gives you energy.”

Aunt Chen brought out the youtiao and added, “Since I’ve been working here, this is the first time I’ve seen Yin Yin so motivated. She really does love studying.”

Ming Muyao nodded, broke a piece of youtiao in half, and soaked it in the soup. “Su Yin’s room still needs a proper desk and chair. Can you check if you have time to go buy a set today? She’ll need it to do her homework.”

Aunt Chen agreed but looked at Ming Muyao and said, “Muyao, don’t you think you’re treating Su Yin like a child now? Don’t forget—she’s your legal wife.”

“…I know that,” Ming Muyao said.

She waited for Aunt Chen to head into the kitchen before sipping her soup guiltily.

She knew Su Yin was her legal wife, but technically, they’d only known each other for less than a month. It was still hard for her to fully accept it. Not to mention, Su Yin was only a few years older than her own cousin—she was still just a kid.

Making a move on a kid like that felt way too wrong.

Right now, her main goal was to get the company back on track and make sure Su Yin could live a normal life. Once the timing was right, then maybe they could talk about getting a divorce.

After breakfast, Ming Muyao obediently headed to the office.

As soon as she walked in, she noticed that some people weren’t at their desks and were instead gathered together, talking loudly. Among them were a few familiar faces—employees and executives who had previously submitted resignations.

“This company’s going down sooner or later. Everyone outside already knows about Ming Muyao’s awful reputation. I’m sure finance can confirm we’re losing money and can’t even make payroll!”

“Bonuses and performance pay have been frozen for a year. We’re getting paid peanuts every month—how are we supposed to support our families and pay mortgages? It’s not even enough to eat!”

“All the executives have already quit—what are the rest of you waiting for? You really think Ming Muyao’s going to support you till retirement?!”

Hearing the commotion, Ming Muyao stood with her arms crossed for a while, then poked a nearby employee and asked, “What are they doing?”

The employee turned and jumped in surprise. “President Ming!”

She waved him off and smiled. “I just got here. Why’s no one working? What’s going on?”

He had actually come down from another floor to watch the drama. Hearing her question, he quickly explained, “I heard some higher-ups from the data department found out you gave Mr. An several million and are planning to take the money and run, so they came to stir up trouble.”

“Take the money and run?” Ming Muyao laughed. Looking at the lively crowd, she asked, “What else are they saying about me?”

“They said you’re planning to sell the company to an out-of-town boss and gave Mr. An and his team a huge severance package so you can all split up and disappear.”

“Sounds like a pretty good story,” Ming Muyao said. “Shame they’re not writing novels.”

Then she stepped forward and parted the crowd to reach the source of the noise—several of the department heads who had recently quit.

The person who had just been passionately shouting went completely silent the moment they saw her, like a firecracker that had fizzled out.

“What, nothing more to say?” Ming Muyao looked at them and clapped. “You were doing so well. We could use someone like you at the year-end company gala.”