Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ye Zhuo awoke once more, greeted by boundless darkness ahead. Just then, a potent alcoholic odor assaulted her nostrils.
Blind in the gloom, her razor-sharp instincts honed as a leading tech tycoon revealed the shift in her environment—it was no longer the world she once knew.
Where had she ended up?
Dead or alive?
Ye Zhuo groped around the space, hunting for the light switch.
“Buzz…”
Suddenly, brilliant white light flooded the room.
Quickly, Ye Zhuo scanned her surroundings.
Curtains were drawn tight, empty liquor bottles littered everywhere, and cigarette butts blanketed the floor. These clues painted a vivid picture of the homeowner's character.
All at once, a torrent of memory shards surged into Ye Zhuo’s mind.
Ye Zhuo sifted through the fragments bit by bit, reaching a vital realization—she had been reborn!
The body’s former owner went by Mu Zhuo, bearing a surname that sparked envy as it hailed from a rich clan.
Yet, for all her privileged birth, the original owner proved utterly foolish! She embodied the spoiled, clueless type who shunned learning, struggling even with basic high school vocabulary.
She earned fame as a notorious slacker, the punchline for elite families' idle chatter.
Three days prior, the Mu family stumbled upon the truth: Mu Zhuo wasn’t their blood kin. A hospital mix-up at birth had swapped her years ago.
The revelation hit like a thunderclap, draining all color from Mu Zhuo’s existence in an instant.
The Mus had never warmed to her, and this bombshell only deepened their scorn.
Their true daughter was Ye Yourong.
Ye Yourong shone with grace, courtesy, and gifts—a perfect 'model' kid. Beside the dim-witted original owner, the gap yawned impossibly wide.
The body’s prior inhabitant and the Mu’s genuine daughter attended the same school, where the real one basked in adoration. She reigned as the campus beauty, her allure matched by a shelf of global accolades!
Painting the true daughter as the radiant moon above, the original owner ranked lower than roadside dirt.
Today marked the Mu family’s real daughter, Ye Yourong’s, homecoming. The Mus cherished her so fiercely they hosted a lavish feast below for hordes of elite kin and allies.
The recollections halted there.
Ye Zhuo’s eyes narrowed as she pondered Ye Yourong’s shift to Mu Yourong henceforth.
Meanwhile, she herself would transition from Mu Zhuo to Ye Zhuo.
Evidently, their tangled fates were realigning at last.
Composing herself, Ye Zhuo flung open the wardrobe to prep for a wash.
Her frame reeked of booze and perspiration—a miserable torment amid summer swelter.
But the wardrobe’s contents jolted her upon opening. Scantily provocative garb filled her view: deep cleavages, micro-shorts, rhinestoned jeans, mesh stockings, and more…
One glance at the wardrobe unveiled further truths about her body’s past dweller.
The shock peaked when her gaze hit an unimaginable photo on the bedside table!
What!? What the hell!?
What sort of woman had she been?
Ye Zhuo rummaged endlessly but found no plain outfit. So, she skipped the shower, layered a long-sleeved shirt over her getup, and descended with her garish makeup intact.
“Mom! Dad!” Ye Zhuo approached her ‘Mu’ folks.
Guests shot her venomous glares as she appeared.
This was Mu Yourong’s triumphant return! Why show up like a spiteful interloper?
Besides, who gave her the right to call Mu Yourong’s parents Mom and Dad? Shameless to the core!
“How does she dare show her face? In her shoes, I’d leap from a skyscraper! What’s left to live for? Total disgrace!”
“Ugly folks always stir up trouble for notice!”
“Word is her birth mom’s Ye Shu, from a broke clan without even a roof now. Spoiled rotten by luxury, that’s why she clings!”
“Heard Ye Shu’s a homewrecker? Still clueless on the dad’s identity...”
“So you’re an unwanted bastard child, eh?”
“...”
The throng unleashed a storm of barbs, their icy jabs slicing like daggers. Anyone else would buckle, but Ye Zhuo’s face stayed serene, unruffled as still waters.
Mrs. Mu, Shen Rong, eyed Ye Zhuo and forced words out, “Come over. Let me present your big sister, Yourong. You two must get along from here on.”
Surface smiles masked Mrs. Mu’s seething loathing for Ye Zhuo.
This imposter brat wasn’t hers, yet she wouldn’t scram. Utter gall!
No matter—the Mus would erase her soon enough!
Ye Zhuo turned to Mu Yourong. “Hello.”
Mu Yourong ignored her, pivoting to Shen Rong with teary eyes. “Mom, I thought I just had two big brothers? If she’s your daughter, then who am I?”
From childhood, Mu Yourong felt an odd hunch.
She knew she wasn’t ordinary; she despised her dank cellar home and the scum around her…
She rejected being some mistress’s illegitimate spawn.
Truth validated her instincts—she was a lost princess in a mundane realm.
Born noble!
Naturally, the news thrilled her.
Pity fate toyed with her cruelly.
She couldn’t erase her wretched history.
She’d squandered a winning hand.
Yes.
Mu Yourong had reborn too.
In her prior life, her bio parents reclaimed her past 20.
Back with the Mus, they doted, packing her into classes to forge the Cinderella into elite heiress.
Pity she fell for a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Ultimately, she became the fall guy, vanishing without trace.
…
But this lifetime diverged sharply.
The reborn Mu Yourong wielded a rare Goldfinger system.
Plus past-life memories. She’d dazzle the world anew, honoring her parents! Elevating the Mus to Yunjing Province’s pinnacle!
Her Goldfinger tipped her off: a tycoon whose footfall quaked Yunjing would attend tonight. Past life, crowds hid him from her…
Luckily, her bloom-outshining beauty, moon-eclipsing charm would snag his gaze. She’d ensnare that magnate utterly.
This round, no repeat tragedies, no easy death for Ye Zhuo! Craving the Mu home? She’d indulge her!
She’d keep Ye Zhuo as her foil, even shoving her toward that past-life beast for extra torment! Turn the ugly pig Ye Zhuo into her ladder to glory!
With that, Mu Yourong’s lips quirked, a faint steely resolve flickering across her face.
Meanwhile, two men lounged in the living room’s corner.
The one higher up wore a black hat, its brim shadowing his features. A cig smoldered between his long, slender, pale fingers, smoke veiling his already vague visage further.
His free hand clutched dark prayer beads, stark against his alabaster skin, highlighting its pallor.
Clad in a simple Chinese robe fastened to the neck with matching buttons, a chill dignity emanated from him. Face obscured, his noble presence still commanded notice.
The other sported sharp looks, more at ease. His eyes fixed on Ye Zhuo. “Without witnessing it myself, I’d never believe such a brazen soul as Mu Zhuo lingers in this world. Dog in the manger, phony stand-in. Brother Fifth, your fiancée’s too vile…”
To bystanders, Ye Zhuo’s gall seemed loathsome.
Fake Mu daughter crashing the true one’s debut!
Suddenly recalling, he blurted, “Wait! Your betrothed is the Mu’s real daughter. This fraud shares no tie with you! A wretch like her can’t even polish Brother Fifth’s shoes.”
The speaker was Li Qiandong, a Beijing heavyweight.
The Mus couldn’t normally lure his caliber to their Yunjing bash, given their status. But he tagged along for the Mu daughter’s groom opposite him.
That man sat lips tight, legs crossed, icy poise edged with gravity, bathed in pale light.
Li Qiandong sighed, compelled to add, “The Mu’s true daughter’s so tragic. Stolen identity for years pointlessly, now saddled with this phony sis.”
No one could swallow that gladly!
Glancing up at the opposite man, “Honestly, Brother Fifth, I never figured your unseen fiancée would be such a knockout! Thought Yunjing lacked real stunners.”
Mu Yourong bore Mu blood, after all—stunningly so. Campus beauty rep didn’t lie. Against Ye Zhuo’s clownish paint, she gleamed brighter!
The man lifted his gaze leisurely. Eyes abyssal with mystery, skin ghostly pale from sunless days, topped by a red mole at the eye’s corner. 30% frail, 70% aloof ice.
Hard nut to crack, plain as day.
“Stay mute if you can’t!” His casual quip rasped 70% hoarse, 30% domineering—voice lethally alluring.
Li Qiandong shuddered yet pressed, “Brother Fifth, the Mu real daughter’s your fiancée. Though Cen clan left Yunjing, Mu-Cen ties endure. What if Aunt Xiang and Madam Cen push the wedding?”
“Brother Fifth, got a true love already?” Li Qiandong probed next.
“True love?” The man arched a seductive brow.
Li Qiandong explained, “True love’s the one you adore so fiercely, no one else will do.”
The man shook his head faintly. “None now, none ever.”
Li Qiandong trusted him implicitly.
Over a decade’s friendship, no woman ever close.
Worse, strict vegan—office drudgery by day, temple meditation and chants by night.
Monkhood wouldn’t shock him.
Mu Yourong kept up her taunts and woe-is-me act, swaying the crowd. Real daughter status clinched any clash—who asked Ye Zhuo to play spoilsport?
Ye Zhuo grasped her plight, eyeing Mu Yourong. “Ms. Mu, I’m sorry for taking your Mu daughter spot these 18 years! I’ll leave now, back to my roots.”
“The eldest Mu daughter role reverts to you; henceforth, call me Ye Zhuo.”
This wasn’t home for Ye Zhuo or her body’s old tenant. No clinging.
Yet Mu Yourong froze briefly.
Ye Zhuo volunteering to bolt? Unlike past life.
Before, she’d begged to stay, scorned by all, slain by a Mu in the end.
Mu Yourong readied a ploy to humiliate the clingy wretch. But this exit wrecked it!
Probably a ploy—step back to lunge, fake tears for pity. Sneaky!
Thus, contempt flashed in Mu Yourong’s eyes. An illiterate loser scheming against her?
Ridiculous! She soared as phoenix; Ye Zhuo barely a chick!
Mu Yourong tittered, lips twisting in scorn.
“Reverts to me? Ye Zhuo, you stole my life 18 years, wallowed in riches! Think a sorry fixes it?”
Ye Zhuo stayed impassive. “One correction: I didn’t engineer the baby swap 18 years back. Nor you, nor parents. Your grudge is natural, hating me fine. But blame the hospital most—their slip swapped us! Ms. Mu, we were helpless infants then. No fault on us, no forgiveness needed.”
Body’s old owner held ill repute but never harmed Mu Yourong.
Still, resentment was human. Anyone’d chafe at such a twist. But no call to bait her after willing retreat! The original was swaddled then—no say!
Mu Yourong scoffed, cynicism blazing. “You think a holy spot like hospital botches baby swaps?”