Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals (GL, ABO) - Chapter 4

Ming Muyao didn’t sleep well at all that night.

Maybe it was because of the two sets of memories in her head—everything felt jumbled, and she kept dreaming nonstop. By the time she woke up in the morning, she was still groggy and unsure where she even was.

At six in the morning, she heard Aunt Chen already starting work downstairs. Ming Muyao just sat on the bed in a daze for half an hour.

To be honest, even now, she still hadn’t fully accepted the fact that she’d transmigrated into a novel.

But whether she accepted it or not, it didn’t change anything. This was reality, and all she could do was go with it.

Maybe living in another world is still better than dying young in my twenties.

Once she sorted through her thoughts, Ming Muyao tossed back the covers and got out of bed, heading to the master bedroom’s bathroom to wash up.

The electric toothbrush buzzed inside her mouth as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eye bags were huge, her dark circles were heavy, and her face was pale—almost unnaturally so. Her hair looked dry and yellowed, completely different from the soft, glossy black waves she used to have.

Weak.

The woman in the mirror looked utterly weak.

Ming Muyao sighed and examined her current face more closely.

Aside from looking sickly, the brows and eyes were more angular than hers used to be, giving off a fierce vibe. Even she felt intimidated just looking at herself—especially when she wasn’t smiling.

Her new body was also taller than her original one. She’d already been 170 cm in her old world, and now she was even taller.

Are all alphas in this world this tall?

With nothing better to do, she made a few comparisons in the mirror. She hadn’t met many people in this world yet, so she had no idea if she was average or the exception.

Still, overall, she was pretty good-looking.

Staring at the woman in the mirror again, Ming Muyao sighed once more.

The original owner of this body really lived recklessly. No wonder she ended up in this condition. From now on, I’ve got to take better care of myself. At the very least, I shouldn’t look like some kind of evil spirit.

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After freshening up, Ming Muyao wandered around the second floor.

The upper floor wasn’t very big. Because of the high-ceilinged living room downstairs, nearly half the second floor was open space. Upstairs only had a master bedroom, a secondary bedroom, a study, and a small storage room.

The bedrooms and study were straightforward enough, but the small room in the far corner of the second floor had a digital lock on it. Ming Muyao didn’t know how to open it.

She stared at the keypad in confusion. It only worked with a password—fingerprints weren’t accepted.

That’s weird. Why would you need a password lock inside your own home?

Who are you trying to keep out?

Just as she was sizing up the lock, she heard footsteps behind her.

Turning around, she saw Su Yin standing a short distance away, her face deathly pale, eyes wide with fear.

“Is something wrong?” Ming Muyao asked, confused.

Su Yin glanced nervously at the door before taking a step back and saying in a trembling voice, “Aunt Chen said breakfast is ready…”

Ming Muyao nodded and said, “Alright, let’s go down together.”

As she approached, the girl looked like she was about to pass out. Worried she might collapse, Ming Muyao reached out to steady her. “What’s wrong? You don’t look so good. Are you feeling sick?”

Su Yin flinched all over, head down, shaking like a scared rabbit.

Ming Muyao didn’t understand what was going on but lowered her voice and spoke gently. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Holding Su Yin’s hand, she led her down the stairs. It was only a short walk, but Su Yin trembled the entire way, as if someone had switched her to vibrate mode. Ming Muyao genuinely had no idea what she was so afraid of.

Okay, sure, my face does look a bit fierce—but is it really that scary?

Sitting at the dining table, Ming Muyao became even more determined to start taking care of her health. At the very least, she didn’t want Su Yin to be this scared of her anymore.

After all, Su Yin was her wife. Who knew what the future held, but for now, they were living together.

Breakfast was lavish. The entire table was filled with food—dozens of dishes. Ming Muyao was stunned.

It seemed like the original Ming Muyao had a habit of being wasteful. Even if three buns were enough, she insisted on a whole table’s worth. She’d take a bite of everything and never eat leftovers.

Seeing Aunt Chen starting to make stuffed pancakes again, Ming Muyao said helplessly, “You don’t need to make more. We won’t be able to finish all this.”

Both Su Yin and Aunt Chen stared at her in shock. The air fell completely silent—no one dared say a word.

Ming Muyao added, “It’s wasteful if we can’t finish it.”

Aunt Chen looked nervous as she wiped her oily hands and asked, “Did I make something you don’t like? I can cook something else. Just give me a few minutes—you can have some pumpkin porridge while you wait.”

“It’s not that.” Ming Muyao gave a bitter smile and said, “It’s just too much food. We can’t finish all of it. Let’s keep it simpler from now on. A few eggs and some buns are enough. No one eats that much first thing in the morning.”

As she spoke, she noticed Aunt Chen and Su Yin both looked visibly shaken. Su Yin looked about the same as always—sickly pale—but Aunt Chen looked like the sky had just fallen. She hesitated and said with pained concern, “Muyao, if it’s not to your liking, just tell me. I can adjust.”

“It really isn’t a taste issue,” Ming Muyao said with a sigh. She glanced at Su Yin. “Eating too much in the morning is hard on the stomach anyway. Aunt Chen, just make more of the things Su Yin likes. Try to help her put on some weight. If she keeps being this thin, her health’s going to suffer.”

Being singled out made Su Yin panic. She flinched and stayed silent.

Aunt Chen glanced at Su Yin, then finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll do as you say. I’ll make less tomorrow.”

“Good.” Ming Muyao smiled. “Let’s eat. No need to fuss around so early in the day.”

Aunt Chen said awkwardly, “I’ll eat in the kitchen. You two take your time.”

Watching her hurry off, Ming Muyao turned her attention to Su Yin—only to catch her flinching again.

…

The image of me being terrifying must be really deep-rooted in this house.

The road to changing that is going to be a long one.

“Eat,” Ming Muyao said, picking up a soup dumpling and placing it in front of Su Yin. “Have a couple more. Don’t go hungry.”

Maybe it was because Ming Muyao had been acting so strangely the past few days, but Su Yin had been in a constant daze.

After breakfast, Ming Muyao went into the study to do something—nobody knew what. Su Yin and Aunt Chen didn’t dare ask. In this house, they never went against Ming Muyao’s orders.

Su Yin was her Omega.

Aunt Chen was the household maid.

Neither of them had much say around here. Their job was to serve Ming Muyao, a woman with a notoriously bad temper.

Aunt Chen was relatively okay—she was paid to work, and as long as she did her job, Ming Muyao usually didn’t give her trouble. But Su Yin was a different story.

As Ming Muyao’s Omega, she wasn’t even allowed to leave the house before. One time, when she chatted a bit too long with a delivery guy, Ming Muyao—who had faked a business trip and secretly installed surveillance cameras—came home and broke her leg.

If Aunt Chen didn’t have such a strong mental constitution, she might’ve had a breakdown by now.

Ming Muyao had a violent streak, especially toward her wife. But to Aunt Chen, she wasn’t too bad. The pay was high—it’s just that she was hard to please and absolutely terrifying.

In the past, her rage was scary. Now, her fake smiles were even scarier.

While Aunt Chen busied herself with lunch prep, Su Yin sat nearby, staring at the cutting board in front of her. A pile of frozen shrimp had just been taken out.

“We’re having shrimp for lunch,” Aunt Chen whispered. “You like shrimp, don’t you? I’ll make extra today. Muyao’s been acting weird lately—whatever she says, just go along with it. If she tells you to eat, then eat. Even if you’re full, eat anyway.”

Su Yin nodded silently at the frozen shrimp.

Ever since Ming Muyao woke up, she’d been on edge.

She still remembered what happened that day—Ming Muyao had originally said she was going to rest at home but suddenly insisted on taking Su Yin out. That was unheard of. Ming Muyao never took her out before.

Su Yin had no idea what was going on, but she had no choice but to follow. In the car, she overheard Ming Muyao on a call with someone. It was extremely noisy on the other end, and Su Yin had a gut feeling it wasn’t a good place.

She tried to beg her to go back home, but Ming Muyao wouldn’t listen. If it hadn’t been for that car accident, Su Yin didn’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened.

And the Ming Muyao that woke up afterward was even more terrifying.

Her smile was terrifying. Her voice was terrifying. Even telling her to eat more was terrifying.

Su Yin didn’t dare defy her. She didn’t know what kind of game Ming Muyao was playing, but she couldn’t take the risk. She forced herself to eat everything—even when she was full.

Because if one day Ming Muyao decided to bring up old grudges, who knew what kind of beating she’d get.

Once she was done prepping the ingredients, Aunt Chen glanced out the window and said, “I’m going to bring in the clothes from the yard. Yinyin, keep an eye on the stove for me.”

Su Yin nodded. Aunt Chen rushed out.

The shrimp still needed to thaw before the veins could be removed. Su Yin picked up a knife from the rack and started chopping off the shrimp heads.

The shrimp were supposedly for her, but Ming Muyao ate them too. And she hated shrimp heads. She wouldn’t eat them unless they were cleaned and prepped just right.

Thunk—

The dull sound of a head being chopped off echoed through the kitchen. Su Yin stared blankly at the decapitated shrimp on the cutting board.

It just lay there, lifeless—like her. Frozen in this house, then one day pulled out, decapitated, and served up to someone else.

Why did my life end up like this?

Back then, I used to be… happy…

Su Yin furrowed her brows in distress, and suddenly, a thought crept into her mind.

Instead of living in fear every day, worrying about when Ming Muyao will drop the act and start beating me again… why not just kill her—and die with her?

“Su Yin.”

Just as that thought surfaced, Ming Muyao appeared behind her out of nowhere and said, “What are you doing?”