Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 58

Ever since that day, Ming Muyao had thrown herself completely into work.

The two-week evaluation period passed quickly. Aside from a few minor issues that needed attention, Heng Jingxian was very satisfied. She went ahead with the contract signing and directly invested several hundred million into Ming Muyao’s company to support their future development.

Heng Jingxian also became the second-largest shareholder after Ming Muyao, holding veto power in board meetings.

As for who was first or second, Ming Muyao didn’t really care. The company had been saved, and the heavy pressure on her shoulders had eased a lot. She could finally relax a little, which was probably why she drank a bit too much at the signing dinner.

By the time the driver brought her home, she was completely drunk.

Su Yin came running out in pink pajamas and was shocked to see Ming Muyao reeking of alcohol. She helped Aunt Chen get her upstairs to the bedroom.

Aunt Chen saw Ming Muyao’s flushed cheeks and said to Su Yin, “I’ll make some hangover soup, see if she can keep it down. Yinyin, take care of her in the meantime.”

Su Yin nodded. After watching Aunt Chen leave, she walked over and sat down beside Ming Muyao.

At the moment, Ming Muyao’s brows were tightly furrowed, her whole body soaked in the scent of alcohol. The smell was similar to her pheromones, and it made Su Yin feel a little weak in the knees.

She must’ve drunk a lot…

Su Yin sighed and reached out to undo the buttons of Ming Muyao’s shirt. But as soon as her hand touched the fabric, the person on the bed suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“…Mom… Dad…”

Ming Muyao’s eyes were still closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Su Yin couldn’t tell if she was in pain or just sad—she looked like she was about to cry.

Why’s she calling for her parents out of nowhere?

Su Yin was puzzled. As far as she could remember, Ming Muyao didn’t have a great relationship with her family. She had moved out on her own a long time ago. Occasionally, Ming Zheng would drop by, using her title as a mother, but aside from that, Ming Muyao pretty much avoided all her relatives.

Lying in bed, Ming Muyao was breathing unevenly. In a low voice, she murmured, “I want to go home…”

Go home?

“You are home,” Su Yin gently coaxed her. “You’re lying in your own bed right now.”

Upon hearing that, Ming Muyao stopped speaking, and the strength in her grip relaxed. Her hand softened, still loosely holding Su Yin’s slender wrist.

Once she was sure Ming Muyao had calmed down, Su Yin gently pulled her hand free and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. She reached for her black blazer to help take it off.

Su Yin was small and not very strong. It took her quite a while to wrestle the jacket off, and by the end, she was already exhausted. She tossed the blazer aside and went to the bathroom to wet a clean towel. Then she returned and began wiping down Ming Muyao’s face and other exposed skin.

The damp towel brushed lightly over Ming Muyao’s neck, and after a few passes, her eyelashes fluttered open.

“You’re awake?” Su Yin leaned in, checking on her. “Are you feeling sick? Aunt Chen is making some hangover soup. If you’re not feeling well, maybe take off your clothes and rest a bit more.”

Ming Muyao didn’t move. She just turned her head slightly and looked at Su Yin. After a long pause, she murmured, “It’s you…”

“Yeah.” Su Yin dabbed her face with the towel and said softly, “You came home drunk, so Aunt Chen and I are taking care of you.”

The alcohol had slowed Ming Muyao’s thinking. It took her a while before she whispered, “Thank you,” and then closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

By the time Aunt Chen brought up the soup, Ming Muyao was fast asleep. No matter how much they tried to wake her, she didn’t respond. Aunt Chen could only leave the soup on the bedside table and say to Su Yin, “Yinyin, you should get some rest. Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

Su Yin still had unfinished homework, but looking at Ming Muyao like this made her feel too worried to leave. She shook her head and told Aunt Chen, “It’s okay. I’m not planning to sleep just yet. I’ll take care of her—you go get some rest. If anything happens, I’ll call you.”

“Can you handle it on your own?”

“I’ve done it before. Don’t worry.”

Aunt Chen sighed and said, “Alright, stay with her then. But it’s getting late. Make sure you rest too.”

“I will.”

After seeing Aunt Chen out, Su Yin went to her room, grabbed her unfinished homework and stationery, and brought them back.

There wasn’t a desk in Ming Muyao’s bedroom, so Su Yin pulled over a small stool and sat on the carpet by the bed. She worked on her homework while keeping an eye on Ming Muyao. If she started sweating or looked uncomfortable, Su Yin would put her pen down and rush over with the towel.

It wasn’t until late into the night that Ming Muyao finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she woke up with a splitting headache from the hangover. Her temples throbbed painfully as she sat up in bed.

She vaguely remembered attending the contract signing dinner the night before, and drinking way too much after that. She couldn’t even remember how she got home. Looking around the room, her gaze landed on a small figure curled up on the carpet by the bed, covered with a jacket.

Su Yin was curled up like a little shrimp, a jacket draped over her shoulders. Her pale, rounded ankles stuck out from under the fabric, catching Ming Muyao off guard.

Did she take care of me all night?

Thinking that, Ming Muyao lifted the blanket and sat by the edge of the bed, her expression softening as she looked down at Su Yin.

But her head still throbbed.

She checked the time—it was almost 8:00 a.m. Su Yin should’ve gone to class by now, but she was still asleep, probably because she stayed up too late last night.

Feeling guilty, especially when she saw the textbooks piled on the nearby chair, Ming Muyao reached out and gently touched Su Yin’s fuzzy head.

Su Yin stirred, her lashes fluttering as she slowly woke up. Feeling something on her head, she curiously looked up.

“Did I wake you?” Ming Muyao pulled her hand back and asked, “Why were you sleeping on the floor?”

Su Yin rubbed her eyes and sat up, wrapping the jacket tightly around herself. “You’re awake. Do you still feel sick?”

“I’m feeling much better.” Ming Muyao didn’t mention her headache. Instead, she looked at Su Yin and said, “Next time, don’t worry about me. I always sleep it off—I’ll be fine the next day.”

She was confident in her ability to hold her liquor. Though she didn’t get drunk often, every time she did, she just slept peacefully. At most, she mumbled a few words in her sleep. There was never any drama—unlike some people who made a mess when drunk.

But Su Yin shook her head, her face serious. “People still need to be looked after when they’re drunk. What if something happened?”

Ming Muyao chuckled helplessly and rubbed her temples. “What could possibly happen at home?”

Seeing her rubbing her head, Su Yin realized she was probably in pain. She straightened up and leaned in, raising her hand to gently massage the area around her temples.

Ming Muyao just watched her, taking in the way Su Yin focused so intently on helping her. The whole moment felt unusually warm.

After a while, Su Yin’s hands grew tired. Ming Muyao pulled her up onto the bed and held her in her arms, speaking slowly, “You’re definitely going to be late today. I’ll ask your teacher for leave. Just stay home and rest.”

Su Yin finally noticed how late it was. She thought about it for a moment and didn’t argue. But she did say, “You talked a lot in your sleep last night.”

Ming Muyao froze.

Did I say something weird?

But looking at Su Yin’s face, it didn’t seem like anything too crazy had come out. If it had, Su Yin’s expression this morning would’ve been completely different.

So Ming Muyao asked, “What did I say in my sleep?”

Su Yin thought for a second, then said, “You kept calling for your mom and dad. You said you wanted to go home.”

Ming Muyao: …

I wanted to go home?

She had been in this world for nearly two months now. Maybe the busy routine had kept her from thinking about it too much before, but now that she had let her guard down and had too much to drink, those feelings came flooding to the surface.

She really did miss home.

She missed her family and friends. She missed all the familiar and unfamiliar faces from her old life.

Tomorrow and accidents—you never knew which would come first. Ming Muyao had died young in a car crash, and ending up in this new world could be seen as a kind of blessing.

Su Yin noticed how quiet she’d suddenly become. There was a deep, unmistakable sadness in her eyes, and Su Yin, thinking she had said something wrong, quickly tried to comfort her, “If you miss your mom, you can ask her to come visit you more often.”

Su Yin didn’t like Ming Zheng, but if Ming Muyao wanted to see her mother, she wouldn’t stop them.

In fact, she had never tried to stop them from seeing each other. So why was she still thinking about it in the middle of the night?

But Ming Muyao shook her head, her eyes lowered. “Not her.”

Su Yin stared at her, confused. She didn’t understand what that meant.

Wait… is she saying Ming Zheng isn’t her biological mother?

But she’d never heard anything like that before. And with the way Ming Zheng acted—so domineering and intense—she didn’t seem like someone who would adopt a child.

Before Su Yin could think it through, Ming Muyao stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower. If you’re still sleepy, just rest in my room. You can take the day off.”

Su Yin nodded, watching her disappear into the bathroom. Only then did she come back to her senses, clutching the jacket in her hands without saying a word.

After Ming Muyao took a hot shower and came out, she found that Su Yin had already packed up her things and left. The room still carried a faint scent of orange pheromones, which lifted her mood.

After tidying up a bit, Ming Muyao changed into clean clothes and went downstairs.

Even though the hangover was still lingering, she felt a lot better. The moment she came downstairs, Aunt Chen spotted her and immediately handed her a bowl of hangover soup, not caring whether it was still effective this late.

After finishing breakfast, Ming Muyao finally started to feel more like herself again.