Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals (GL, ABO) - Chapter 5

Ming Muyao’s sudden appearance gave Su Yin a fright.

She turned her head in shock, face pale, still holding the knife she had just used to cut off the shrimp heads.

Oblivious to the danger, Ming Muyao held up her empty teacup and asked, “Are we having shrimp for lunch today?”

Su Yin didn’t reply. Her pupils dilated slightly, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble.

Kill her.

As long as she killed her, she wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore.

She was done playing along with Ming Muyao’s twisted games. Back then, she used to beat her, lock her in a pitch-dark room, even break her leg just because she talked to someone else.

And now she wanted to act all warm and caring? Asking about her health? Telling her to eat more?

What kind of sick game was this?

Su Yin couldn’t figure it out.

Just looking at Ming Muyao now made her feel sick. She could still clearly remember what Aunt Chen told her last night—she said Su Yin had chosen this path herself. She knew it was a pit and jumped in anyway. Whatever was happening now was what she deserved.

Ming Muyao noticed Su Yin hadn’t responded and was just staring at her. She instinctively sensed something was off.

“Su Yin?”

She took a step closer and looked at her. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Su Yin was shaking all over. In that moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She remembered her childhood, her mother lying in a hospital bed. Her future should’ve been bright, yet she didn’t want to see it anymore.

Maybe… she shouldn’t have been born in this world at all.

The knife in her hand trembled as she tried to raise it, but somehow, it felt powerless.

The pot on the stove suddenly started buzzing. Ming Muyao glanced over and said, “The stew is boiling over.”

The next second, Su Yin’s mind went completely blank. She couldn’t remember what she had done. By the time she snapped out of it, the knife in her hand was already pointing at Ming Muyao.

The sharp kitchen knife was aimed straight at her, and Ming Muyao still hadn’t reacted. When she turned around, she saw Su Yin shaking uncontrollably, staggering a step toward her—but she couldn’t hold onto the knife and let go.

The sharp blade fell straight down. Seeing that the knife was about to land point-first on Su Yin’s foot, Ming Muyao instinctively reached out.

But she wasn’t a stunt actor. She had meant to grab the handle, but misjudged the distance. The knife sliced her hand instead, and bl00d gushed out instantly.

Clang—

The knife hit the floor. The empty teacup in Ming Muyao’s hand slipped and shattered.

Su Yin stood frozen, staring at the bl00d pouring from Ming Muyao’s hand, her mind blank.

What had she just done?

She stumbled back to the side, eyes red with panic.

Hearing the commotion, Aunt Chen rushed over. She immediately saw Ming Muyao squatting on the ground, hand covered in bl00d, a knife lying nearby.

“Oh no!”

Startled, Aunt Chen hurried over and helped her up. Seeing the bl00d still flowing from her hand, she said in a panic, “What happened? How did your hand get cut like this? Come with me, I’ll treat it.”

Ming Muyao nodded faintly, got up, and glanced at Su Yin without saying a word. She followed Aunt Chen out of the kitchen.

Aunt Chen brought out the first aid kit and tended to her wound. It looked bad at first, but thankfully the cut wasn’t deep, and the bleeding stopped fairly quickly.

“Should we go to the hospital? What if you cut a vein or something?” Aunt Chen asked worriedly.

Ming Muyao looked at her wound and said, “It’s fine. I checked—just a surface cut. See? The bleeding stopped.”

“That’s not good enough. You should still get it checked.” Aunt Chen insisted, ignoring her refusal. She pulled her over to change shoes, then called out, “Yinyin, turn off the stove. I’m taking Muyao to the clinic by the gate. Stay home and don’t wander around.”

Su Yin didn’t say anything—whether she heard or not, no one could tell. Aunt Chen didn’t have time to care. She took Ming Muyao and left.

There was a small clinic at the community entrance. The doctor examined Ming Muyao’s hand and prescribed some medicine. Just as she thought, it looked worse than it was. No major injury—just keep it dry and let it heal.

As the nurse cleaned her wound, Ming Muyao’s eyes darkened slightly.

Because of the injury, lunch plans were scrapped. Aunt Chen picked up a few dishes from outside, and they ate quickly.

After Ming Muyao came back, Su Yin kept her head down and said nothing, looking like she was ready to accept whatever punishment came.

Ming Muyao didn’t say much either. Eating with her injured hand was tricky—she could only use her left, and chopsticks were out of the question. She had to stick with a spoon and fork.

After lunch, she sat on the living room sofa and watched Aunt Chen pull Su Yin aside in the kitchen to talk. The conversation was quiet—she couldn’t hear a word.

But it seemed like Aunt Chen did all the talking. Su Yin didn’t say a single thing the whole time.

After the talk, Su Yin came out and looked at Ming Muyao cautiously. She paused for a moment and said, “Muyao, do you want something to eat? I can make you some tea… maybe some snacks too?”

Ming Muyao glanced at her and was silent for a few seconds before turning to Aunt Chen. “Go back to your room for now. I need to talk to Su Yin.”

Aunt Chen immediately went quiet. She looked at Su Yin, then at Ming Muyao, nodded weakly, and went back to her room.

Once the door closed, Ming Muyao leaned back on the sofa, lifted her chin, and said, “Sit. We need to talk.”

Su Yin hesitated in front of her for a long time before finally sitting down.

“Tell me,” Ming Muyao said gently. “Back then… did you really mean to hurt me?”

Su Yin kept her head down and didn’t answer.

Ming Muyao gave her a long look and said with a sigh, “I thought I’ve been treating you well since I got out of the hospital. I don’t understand why you would try to hurt me like that. Luckily the cut wasn’t deep, so it’s not a big deal. I just want to talk.”

Su Yin slowly looked up at her, then lowered her gaze again and said, “I’m sorry…”

Ming Muyao looked at her and said, “I don’t remember how we used to be. I heard I used to hit you a lot—even broke your leg once. I have no memory of that now, but I won’t make excuses for my past behavior.”

Su Yin closed her eyes, unable to look at her.

Ming Muyao continued, “I’m not the same person I was. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you, but I’m trying to change. At the very least, I won’t hit you again.”

Su Yin opened her eyes and looked at her, whispering again, “I’m sorry…”

“No need to apologize,” Ming Muyao said with an inward sigh. “This is what I deserve.”

Yeah, right!

She had been a decent person in her past life and was trying to live seriously in this one—yet she still got stabbed in the back by her own wife. She felt so wronged!

It wasn’t even her who did those horrible things, but she was the one who got hurt in the end. How was that fair?

It wasn’t!

But looking at the pale, fragile girl in front of her, Ming Muyao couldn’t get angry.

The original Ming Muyao had been so cruel that even she wanted to tear her apart, let alone Su Yin.

But now, it was her in this body. Ming Muyao felt they really needed to talk things through.

They might still have a long way to go living together.

“Su Yin.” Ming Muyao looked at her and said gently, “I won’t pursue this anymore, but I hope you don’t do anything like that again.”

The girl in front of her looked at her and clutched her clothes tightly, nodding.

She hadn’t gotten mad. She hadn’t hit her.

Su Yin’s mind couldn’t process it. She thought even if Ming Muyao had been pretending before, she should’ve dropped the act by now, right?

Why was she still so calm?

She had injured her, made her bleed that much, and yet she was still letting her sit here, saying she wouldn’t hit her again.

Su Yin couldn’t believe it.

She wondered if she was dreaming—if when she woke up, she’d be locked in the dark room again, starved or beaten to death.

But she was wide awake. She heard everything clearly. She saw everything clearly. Ming Muyao wasn’t angry. Not even in her tone. It was like she truly didn’t care that she’d been hurt.

Looking at the woman in front of her, Su Yin started to feel lost. She couldn’t understand what Ming Muyao really wanted.

Meanwhile, Ming Muyao was silently crying inside.

Her hand hurt like hell. She’d be stuck eating with a spoon for a week—like some kind of idiot.

Just as the two sat silently staring at each other, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ming Muyao glanced at the door. The bell kept ringing.

Aunt Chen carefully peeked out and asked, “Should I get the door?”

Ming Muyao nodded and said to Su Yin, “Let’s stop here for today. Go think about it.”

When Aunt Chen opened the door, she paused, stunned.

“Is Ms. Ming home?” a cheerful female voice came from the hallway. “I heard she got discharged, so I came to visit.”

Aunt Chen looked back at Ming Muyao cautiously and said, “You’re here to see her…”

Hearing that someone was here for her, Ming Muyao kept a calm face but panicked inside. She didn’t have a complete grasp on the original owner’s memories—especially not her social circle. A surprise visitor like this had her nerves on edge.

But the woman at the door had already peeked in and seen her sitting on the couch. She walked right in past Aunt Chen with a smile and said, “Ms. Ming, you’re home? Why didn’t you say anything? I thought you were still resting.”

Since the guest was already inside, Ming Muyao had no choice but to smile and say, “I just got discharged, still not feeling great.”

“Yeah, of course.” The woman set down the gift she brought and looked her over. “I invited you to the bar last time, but you didn’t come. Then I heard you were in a car accident. How are you now? You doing okay?”

Bar? Car accident?

Ming Muyao looked at the woman in front of her. It finally clicked—she did remember who she was.