Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mu Yourong uttered her words casually, but they instantly ignited a huge uproar among the gathered crowd.

She had a point!

How could a hospital ever be responsible for a baby switch at birth?

Maybe someone had intentionally swapped the infants back then.

Ye Zhuo's real mother was a scheming mistress with vile tactics, so she could surely stoop to even worse deeds.

If it were anyone else in her shoes, Mu Yourong's statement would have left them stunned. But facing her was Ye Zhuo herself—a former world-dominating powerhouse who once reigned at the top.

Ye Zhuo cast her eyes down faintly and glanced at Mu Yourong with nonchalance. In a cool, detached voice, she replied, “Since Ms. Mu’s claims sound so convincing, there must be solid proof that this was done on purpose, correct? Our nation’s laws are just and impartial. No criminal escapes justice forever, so I’ll eagerly await Ms. Mu bringing a case against me with real evidence!”

Mu Yourong's eyes tightened. An inexplicable panic surged in her chest as she stared at the Ye Zhuo in front of her. This was clearly just Ye Zhuo—why did she feel so intimidated? Was it possible she couldn't measure up to a total loser?

With considerable effort, she steadied her nerves and shot back, “It's been 18 years already. Any evidence would have been buried by the passage of time. You're just forcing baseless claims on me!”

Ye Zhuo smirked. “No proof? At best, you're guessing wildly; at worst, you're slandering me outright! And let's not forget, defamation is a crime in our country too!”

That uneasy sensation only intensified!

Mu Yourong knew she couldn't keep bickering with Ye Zhuo—the one who seemed weaker would always win the crowd's pity and support.

She needed to seize everyone's focus again. Tears quickly filled Mu Yourong's eyes, and in a choked voice, she cried, “You stole my family spot and enjoyed luxury for 18 years, while I suffered in a grim, leaky basement with your vile mother. I never knew where my next meal was coming from! Ye Zhuo, who are you to judge me like this!?”

Hearing this, Mrs. Mu's hands shook as she gripped Mu Yourong's.

They had resided in a lavish villa all these years, yet her own daughter endured a basement...

Was a basement fit for any human? She longed to strangle Ye Zhuo on the spot.

Moreover, sympathy filled the gazes of everyone else toward Mu Yourong.

Ye Zhuo lifted her eyes just a touch. “We're both victims here. I'm not judging you—I'm just stating facts. Plus, I already said I'm leaving immediately, and from now on, my surname is Ye. I have zero ties to the Mu family left, so no reason for you to cling to this anymore!”

With eyes turning red, Mu Yourong responded, “How am I clinging? Why provoke me like that? I'm just saying it seems fishy! I get you're reluctant to leave my family—you played their daughter for years! From now on, I'll treat you like my true sister...”

“Oh my god! Brother Fifth! Your fiancée is way too generous! She still wants to forgive the impostor after everything!” Li Qiandong was utterly touched, having never encountered such kindness as Mu Yourong's.

At those words, the crowd burst into praise for Mu Yourong's incredible kindness!

Ye Zhuo smiled faintly. “Thanks for the kind offer, but this isn't my home.”

Mu Yourong froze in shock.

What was up with Ye Zhuo?

She'd said that to make her stay, but Ye Zhuo still refused to budge.

Mu Dabing promptly gestured, calling someone over with a document. “If you're set on going, then sign this severance agreement.”

In China, even adopted daughters could claim inheritance rights. With Ye Zhuo determined to sever ties, Mu Dabing refused to let an unrelated outsider inherit his wealth generations from now.

Without a second thought, Ye Zhuo signed the severance agreement.

The document was split into two copies.

Ye Zhuo pocketed one copy, then told Mu Dabing and Shen Rong, “Uncle, auntie, goodbye.”

With the agreement signed, calling them dad and mom no longer fit.

Doing so would make others think she was plotting something.

Right after speaking, Ye Zhuo dropped to her knees on the ground. She kowtowed deeply to Mu Dabing and Shen Rong. “Thank you for your love and care all these years, uncle, auntie.”

No one should forget kindness received.

The Mu family had raised the body's original owner to adulthood, so Ye Zhuo honored them for that.

‘No way—I can't let Ye Zhuo just walk out!’ Mu Yourong still needed her for her plots!

Without Ye Zhuo, who would wed that loser?

A vicious glint crossed Mu Yourong’s features, swiftly masked by a shift in expression. “Ye Zhuo, I'm begging you to stay for real. It's simple to go from simple living to luxury, but reversing it is tough... I'm afraid you'll struggle in a basement again. Stay, and we can both honor dad and mom.”

Mu Yourong's words were slyly calculated.

She painted Ye Zhuo as a heartless, ungrateful soul fleeing without repaying parental grace, while showcasing her own boundless generosity to all watching.

The crowd's looks toward Ye Zhuo turned varied at once.

She made sense.

Ye Zhuo was ungrateful, wasn't she?

She hadn't repaid her parents yet and just wanted to dodge it all!

Ye Zhuo glanced back lightly and said calmly, “Ms. Mu, correct me if I'm wrong, but my mother raised you for 18 years too—why not stay with her and repay that kindness?”

Mu Yourong went blank for a second.

Ye Zhuo didn't let her counter. She rose slowly from the floor, chin lifted subtly, light giving her face a frosty sheen. “Don't do to others what you wouldn't want done to you.”

Mu Yourong couldn't accept that this was Ye Zhuo before her! What was happening? When did the slacker get so sharp? Was this some rebirth butterfly effect?

Ye Zhuo pulled her gaze back slightly, ready to depart. Just then, it fell on a pair of profound eyes.

The man narrowed his eyes faintly, dominance radiating from their depths.

Yet her face stayed impassive, utterly unbothered.

He wore a traditional Chinese robe, fastened precisely to the collar with matching antique clasps. His sculpted jaw was statue-like perfection, skin pale and icy. High nose bridge, whole presence screamed restraint. He stood with the arrogance of one overlooking the world.

Ye Zhuo excelled at judging people, instantly knowing this wasn't some ordinary bigwig. He was definitely not one to trifle with.

She had no desire to draw his ire.

In a flash, Ye Zhuo averted her eyes seamlessly. She turned and walked away.

Expressionless, the man watched where Ye Zhuo had disappeared. His slender finger drummed idly on the table.

“What're you staring at, Brother Fifth?” Curious, Li Qiandong traced his line of sight. In the shadows, Ye Zhuo's figure was gone.

“Nothing.” The man rose, extinguishing his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. “Let's head back too.”

“Brother Fifth, not meeting your fiancée?”

Looking up again, the man's tall, lean form was already at the door.

Li Qiandong hurried after him. “Hold up, Brother Fifth!”