Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 57

When Ming Muyao said they were going to sleep, she really just meant sleep—nothing else.

Su Yin lay beside her, breathing in the faint scent of her pheromones, and quickly drifted off.

Meanwhile, Ming Muyao propped her head up with one hand, quietly watching Su Yin curled up in her arms. She couldn’t help but gently brush aside the strands of hair on Su Yin’s forehead. When she saw the girl frown slightly in her sleep, she used her thumb to softly rub the space between her brows.

Such a young girl… why does she think so much?

Ming Muyao sighed as she touched Su Yin’s cheek. If this issue wasn’t resolved properly, it might haunt Su Yin for the rest of her life.

In the morning, Su Yin woke up in Ming Muyao’s arms. She looked up at the person in front of her, not daring to move a muscle.

Sunlight filtered in through the gap beneath the curtains, casting a faint glow across the dim room. Under that soft light, Su Yin gazed at Ming Muyao’s face, staring until she was completely dazed.

Last night, Su Yin had gone back to her room early.

She originally planned to work through a practice test to calm herself, but no matter what she tried to focus on, all she could think about was Ming Muyao’s back as she turned and walked away.

Was she mad at me? Did I do something wrong today? Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Was it a mistake to invite Fang Qiongyan over so casually? Will she stop talking to me now?

Those questions looped endlessly in her mind like a nightmare she couldn’t shake off.

When she heard a sound outside the door, Su Yin instinctively ran toward it. But as her hand reached the doorknob, she suddenly froze.

She wasn’t good with words. She didn’t know how to make someone feel better, and she had no idea what Ming Muyao wanted to hear.

What if I apologize and say the wrong thing again? Will she get even more upset?

Fear and uncertainty flooded her the moment she touched the bronze-colored doorknob. The hesitation made her let go, and she listened as Ming Muyao walked away from her door.

You missed your chance again, Su Yin.

She lowered her eyes to her trembling hand. She knew she didn’t have the courage to face Ming Muyao and apologize properly.

But she still wanted to see her.

After some hesitation, Su Yin finally opened the door. When she saw the empty hallway, her heart felt like it had frozen over, and a chill spread through her entire body.

Not knowing what else to do, Su Yin simply crouched in the hallway until Ming Muyao found her and took her back to her room.

Thinking back now, Su Yin still didn’t fully understand what she had done wrong.

Maybe she had been lost in thought for too long, because when she looked up again, she met Ming Muyao’s clear, open eyes.

Su Yin froze completely in her arms. Ming Muyao wrapped her arms tighter around her, holding her close like she was cuddling a cat, and whispered, “Morning.”

“…Morning,” Su Yin mumbled, her face turning a soft shade of pink as she lay on Ming Muyao’s chest.

“How did you sleep?” Ming Muyao asked lazily. “If you didn’t sleep well, just take the day off and ask the teacher for leave.”

Su Yin shook her head. “I slept fine.”

Ming Muyao didn’t push it, just hummed softly and said, “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Let me hold you a little longer.”

Su Yin’s face flushed deeper, and she stayed perfectly still in Ming Muyao’s arms.

No one knew how much time passed before the alarm on the phone rang. Only then did Ming Muyao finally release Su Yin, whose face was now completely red. She picked up the phone and silenced the alarm.

Ming Muyao set the phone aside, sat up, and looked over at Su Yin. “Do you want to lie down a bit longer?”

Su Yin propped herself up on her elbows and quickly sat up, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll get up now.”

Looking at how shy she was being, Ming Muyao couldn’t help but think they really did seem like a pair of newlyweds. She reached out and intertwined their fingers.

“There are some things I can’t tell you just yet,” she said softly, giving Su Yin’s hand a gentle squeeze. “But you can trust me. There’s nothing between me and Fang Qiongyan—I’m not messing around, and in this life, there’s only you.”

Su Yin stared at her, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, so fast it felt like it might leap out. Her limbs even started to feel numb.

Just as Su Yin opened her mouth to speak, Ming Muyao cut her off. “And stop saying stuff like you’re willing to compromise. It makes me really mad, got it?”

Su Yin nodded.

“Let’s just put everything that happened yesterday behind us,” Ming Muyao continued. “If Fang Qiongyan ever shows up again, tell Aunt Chen to chase her out with a broom. She’s trying to be the third wheel—you don’t need to be nice to her.”

Su Yin nodded again.

Ming Muyao sighed. “Just nodding doesn’t help. You need to take my words to heart, understand?”

Su Yin finally came to her senses and said, “I understand.”

Ming Muyao wasn’t sure if she truly understood or was just saying that, so she reached out and ruffled Su Yin’s hair. Then, catching her off guard, she lifted Su Yin’s chin and kissed her.

It was just a quick peck, a simple good morning kiss, but Ming Muyao was in an especially good mood afterward. Holding Su Yin’s chin between her fingers, she said, “Come on, get up. You’ve got school.”

Su Yin finally snapped out of it, her whole face burning red as she scrambled out of bed.

Downstairs, Aunt Chen was vacuuming. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and saw Su Yin coming out of Ming Muyao’s room. Ming Muyao followed right behind her. Spotting Aunt Chen looking their way, Ming Muyao rested her hand on the stair railing and called down, “Are there any of those mochi snacks left from yesterday? I want to take some to the office.”

“There are. I’ll pack them up for you,” Aunt Chen replied. She didn’t move right away though, instead eyeing Ming Muyao with a curious smile. After a pause, she asked, “Did you and Yinyin make up?”

Ming Muyao chuckled and replied, “What couple doesn’t argue from time to time? We already made up last night.”

It wasn’t clear if Su Yin heard that loud exchange, but when she came downstairs for breakfast, Ming Muyao noticed the tips of her ears were bright red. Aunt Chen, seeing how embarrassed she was, didn’t say another word.

Su Yin usually left the house about half an hour earlier than Ming Muyao. Today, she planned to eat and head out right away—but Ming Muyao insisted on driving her.

Aunt Chen chuckled and headed into the kitchen with a pile of dishes.

Su Yin wanted to say no, but seeing that Ming Muyao was already dressed and ready, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. So she followed her into the garage.

The roads were clear in the early morning. After dropping Su Yin off, Ming Muyao didn’t let her leave the car immediately. Instead, she pulled her in for a long kiss and reminded her to eat something light for lunch—and to make up for the dinner she skipped the night before—before finally letting her go.

After seeing Su Yin off, Ming Muyao headed to work, carrying the mochi Su Yin had made, a proud smile on her face.

All the recent overtime had exhausted her. So aside from the regular Monday meeting, Ming Muyao had no desire to do any real work. After handing out the tasks, she retreated to her office to watch a drama while snacking on mochi.

She had to admit—Su Yin really was perfect for keeping at home. Not only was she beautiful and obedient, but even her handmade snacks were this delicious.

Even though mochi doesn’t taste as good once it cools, hers was still soft and sweet. Aunt Chen had packed about ten of them, and before long, they were nearly gone. Ming Muyao kept eating, unable to stop, wishing she had at least another dozen.

Knock knock knock—

Before Ming Muyao could answer, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

“President Ming, I’ve looked over everything you sent me over the weekend. President Heng also put together a revised version. You should take a—uh, a look?”

An Jinyao entered with a folder in her arms. She stared at her boss—who was sipping tea and munching on snacks—and instinctively glanced at the clock. “It’s only ten in the morning and you’re already snacking?”

Ming Muyao reluctantly put down the mochi. She suddenly remembered Heng Jingxian had said she’d send over finalized documents on Monday in preparation for the restructuring.

“You brought the file?” Ming Muyao wiped her hands and asked.

An Jinyao didn’t waste any time. She walked over with the documents, and the two quickly launched into a serious discussion.

The company was at a critical turning point. If Heng Jingxian decided to invest, she would become the second-largest shareholder after Ming Muyao. With her involvement, the company could likely keep pace with major internet giants. Once the stock rose, becoming a market leader could be within just two or three years.

Heng Jingxian was a reliable partner, and she had high hopes for this investment. If the deal went through, she stood to earn returns ten or even a hundred times her original input. So both teams were working hard to make it happen.

When Ming Muyao heard that Heng Jingxian was planning to host a major internet summit in the city, a particular scene from the original story suddenly popped into her mind.

It was one of the few parts she remembered clearly—in the story, Heng Jingxian acquired several companies at that summit, cemented her place as an industry leader, and delivered a passionate keynote speech that showcased her ambition and strength. It was the turning point that laid the groundwork for her dramatic comeback.

“An internet summit…”

Ming Muyao rubbed her chin, picturing that moment. She was now living as someone with the same name as a side character in that story. She wasn’t sure if the plot would ever center on her—but a speech at a major summit would definitely get attention.

She’d been in this world for almost two months now. As much as she tried to focus, there was no denying she missed home.

She missed her cousin. She missed her family and friends. She didn’t even know how they were doing now—if they’d managed to move on, or if they were still grieving her loss.

If I say something at that summit… would they see it?

It didn’t have to be anything elaborate. Just a single sentence—something to let them know she was still alive and well. That alone would probably make them happy.

“…President Ming?” An Jinyao waved a hand in front of her. “What were you thinking just now? You didn’t even respond to what I said.”

Ming Muyao turned to look at the woman in front of her—the one who looked so much like her best friend from her previous life. After a long pause, she finally asked, “An Jinyao, if your friend suddenly died in a car accident one day… would you be heartbroken?”

An Jinyao was about to make a snarky comment about such a weird question, but seeing the serious look on Ming Muyao’s face, she thought for a moment and then answered just as seriously: “Of course. That’s my friend.”