Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 4

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hearing that, Ye Shu nodded at once. “Yes! Yes! Come with me, Zhuo Zhuo.”

Nestled at the farthest end of the house, the bathroom was woefully cramped, barely holding one person. If someone else tried squeezing in, neither could even turn around.

Ye Shu gazed at Ye Zhuo with worry.

She feared Ye Zhuo might feel upset once more. After all, Ye Zhuo had enjoyed a lavish lifestyle before.

Noticing the calm look on Ye Zhuo’s face, Ye Shu went on, “Shower first, Zhuo Zhuo. I’ll find some clean clothes for you.”

“Thanks for the effort.” Ye Zhuo nodded.

A few outfits Mu Yourong had discarded lay around the house. These were brand-new items Ye Shu bought for Mu Yourong, but she rejected them due to their low quality.

Still, Mu Yourong was shorter and somewhat plumper than Ye Zhuo. Naturally, her clothes wouldn’t suit Ye Zhuo at all.

So, Ye Shu headed to a nearby clothing shop and shelled out a hundred yuan for two new outfits.

For regular folks, 50-yuan clothes counted as bargain-basement finds from flea markets. But to Ye Shu, a 50-yuan set was pure luxury.

She typically wore discarded old garments and scrimped forever to scrape together 100 yuan.

Ye Zhuo showered swiftly and stood before the mirror, inspecting the girl reflected back.

Her classic oval face boasted porcelain skin so pale it was nearly see-through. Those striking hooded eyes tilted up faintly, with pupils deep and enigmatic like black gems.

Her lashes, dense and lengthy like butterfly wings, framed a refined straight nose above subtly pursed crimson lips. Her features blended 30% indifference, 40% aloofness, and 30% chill.

Strangely, it all radiated an air of grace.

Ye Zhuo’s lips curved faintly. The mirror image mirrored the smile, blooming into a dazzling grin like a poppy that could captivate a city.

This face shared 50% resemblance to her previous life’s look, each trait shining uniquely. Beholding the original host’s stunning beauty eased the burden in her heart instantly. She always favored appearances, after all.

“Not bad at all.” Ye Zhuo grabbed a rubber band, pulling her long hair into a high ponytail that exposed her ivory neck with a hint of allure.

Next, she whistled at her reflection and quipped, “How did I end up this gorgeous?”

Ye Zhuo lingered admiring herself before dressing. She’d just finished when her brows knit.

Maybe from habit with designer wear, the coarse fabric felt uncomfortable against her skin everywhere.

She needed to hustle for her first real money soon, lift her family to comfort, and climb to the top of the world!

Ye Zhuo arched a brow as memory snippets flooded in. Dressed now, she stepped out.

Just then, Ye Shu emerged from the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles. “Zhuo Zhuo, come eat…”

She froze upon turning, words catching in her throat.

The girl in view wore a white shirt, hem knotted loosely at her waist, exuding 30% simplicity and 70% wildness in a laid-back vibe.

Her legs stretched long and sleek; no makeup adorned her face, yet she mesmerized utterly. Even her signature hooded, upturned eyes shimmered with allure.

These flea-market cheapies transformed into high-end fashion on her. TV models paled in comparison.

“Mom.”

Only after Ye Zhuo spoke did Ye Shu snap back.

Was… was this really Ye Zhuo?

Ye Shu stood stupefied in shock.

She never imagined Ye Zhuo could look this stunning without heavy makeup. ‘Fairy-like’ wasn’t an overstatement.

“Dinner’s ready, Zhuo Zhuo. I cooked noodles for you.” Ye Shu tamped down her astonishment and set the bowl on the table.

“Thanks, mom.” Ye Zhuo grabbed the bowl and wolfed down the noodles hungrily.

She’d barely eaten all day, so hunger gnawed fiercely now. Though she ate fast, it looked elegant… captivating even.

Soon, the bowl emptied.

“Plenty left in the pot. Want another?” Ye Shu offered.

Ye Zhuo grinned. “I’m stuffed, mom.”

Ye Shu added, “Then let me show you to your room for some rest.”

“Okay.” Ye Zhuo nodded.

The bedroom was a thin-walled partition space, awfully tight, with Ye Shu’s room adjacent.

Inside, basics only: bed, desk, clothing cabinet. Nothing extra.

Mu Youroung once occupied this spot.

She’d taken all her stuff upon leaving, leaving the bed bare without even sheets.

Ye Shu said sheepishly, “I’ll fetch a bedsheet and blanket for you.”

Ye Zhuo smiled back simply. “Sure.”

She added, “Oh yeah, mom. Where’s my uncle?”

Ye Shu had five siblings total.

Her youngest brother, Ye Sen, lived with her. That was the uncle Ye Zhuo meant.

Ye Sen, a middle school dropout, struggled with jobs due to scant education. He delivered packages daily, avoided smokes and booze, but gambled heavily, blowing nearly every paycheck at casinos.

Ye Shu glanced at the wall clock. “He’ll be home any minute.”

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside. “Sister! Sister! Hurry out here! See what I got you!”

“Coming.” Ye Shu replied, heading to the living room.

It was Ye Sen returning, half a roast duck in one hand, big watermelon in the other.

“Hit the jackpot?” Ye Shu exclaimed in surprise.

In the 21st century, meat remained a scarce luxury for the Ye family, appearing only during holidays.

Ye Sen beamed, flashing bright teeth. “Gift from a customer who runs a roast duck shop! Said us delivery guys toil hard in the heat!”

Before finishing, he spotted Ye Zhuo behind. Astonished, he blurted, “Sister, who’s she?”

Ye Shu smiled, introducing, “This is Zhuo Zhuo. Zhuo Zhuo, your uncle.”

“Hello, uncle.” Ye Zhuo bowed politely.

Ye Sen gaped like he’d seen a specter. “You... you... you! You’re Mu Zhuo?”

Ye Zhuo wasn’t like this days ago!

“Uncle, call me Ye Zhuo now.” Ye Zhuo stated clearly.

“Not plotting some scheme again, are you?” Ye Sen yanked Ye Shu back, wary. “Sister, don’t fall for this brat’s tricks anymore!”

His words stirred bitter memories in Ye Zhuo.

The body’s prior owner had wounded Ye Shu deeply to sever ties.

Thus, Ye Zhuo faced Ye Sen earnestly. “Uncle, I messed up before. I hurt mom badly, and I regret it. Please forgive me!”

Ye Sen eyed Ye Zhuo suspiciously, full of doubt.

How had Ye Zhuo changed so drastically? It was downright bizarre, like the sun rising westward!

He warned sharply, “Brat, dare trick or bully my sister, and you’ll regret it!”

Ye Shu chuckled, smoothing things over. “Ye Sen, Zhuo Zhuo’s my girl—how could she bully me?”

Ye Sen snorted. “Who knows? What if she’s as ruthless as that wretch Mu Yourong!?”