Almighty Daughter Runs The World Chapter 5

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hearing those words, Ye Zhuo arched her brow faintly.

His comment made it obvious that Ye Sen held a deep prejudice against Mu Yourong. Clearly, some untold secrets lingered that she hadn't uncovered yet.

Ye Shu chimed in, “Let’s not dwell on if she’s ungrateful or not. I’m certain Zhuo Zhuo isn’t like that at all! By the way, you must be starving after delivering packages so late. Noodles are in the pot. Grab a bowl while I set up the bed for Zhuo Zhuo.”

“I’ll come with you, Mom,” Ye Zhuo said.

“Okay.”

Mother and daughter headed to the room, pulling out the bedsheet to make the bed. In summer, it was usually fine to just spread it out. But this was a basement—dim and chilly year-round, no matter the weather outside.

Ye Shu still felt awkward around her daughter Ye Zhuo, acting reserved in her words and actions. Even bed-making left her tongue-tied, turning the mood tense.

Noticing Ye Shu’s hesitation, Ye Zhuo smiled and tried to spark a shared topic.

She wasn’t the body’s original owner, so she vowed not to let Ye Shu down. An orphan in her previous life, Ye Zhuo treasured this hard-won maternal warmth fiercely.

Once the bed was ready, Ye Shu wanted to bring Ye Zhuo some sliced watermelon. Ye Sen blocked her, his face sour. “Sister, she’s a rich family’s eldest daughter who washes her face with Evian water! Why would she touch our slum watermelon? You’ll just get rejected despite your kindness!”

Ye Sen had witnessed the Evian incident. He’d nearly thrashed Ye Zhuo then, only held back by Ye Shu. That girl had crossed the line!

Ye Shu frowned lightly and murmured, “She’s already owned up to her error… As her uncle, why keep harping on it?”

“People’s hearts are hard to fathom! Sister, the kid you raised alone became an ungrateful wretch; imagine one raised by others!? I fear you’ll get wounded again!”

Though dim-witted, Ye Sen truly cared for his sister Ye Shu. He dreaded her suffering more pain.

“No need to fret; it won’t occur.” Ye Shu’s face showed resolve. “Her eyes tell me she’s truly reformed.”

Ye Sen sighed in frustration but quit trying to halt her. “Sister, you won’t quit until hope’s lost.”

Ye Shu grinned, picked up the watermelon, and headed to Ye Zhuo’s room. She glanced back, warning Ye Sen, “Eat up and rest soon. You lose nine out of ten gambles. No gambling allowed.”

Ye Sen nodded.

Ye Shu entered Ye Zhuo’s room with the watermelon. “Try some watermelon, Zhuo Zhuo.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

Ye Zhuo speared a piece with a toothpick, tasting the sweet core of the melon.

“You have some too, Mom.” Ye Zhuo offered a piece to Ye Shu.

Ye Shu smiled back, “I don’t care for watermelon; it’s all yours.”

Like mothers everywhere, Ye Shu saved the finest for her child.

A wave of sorrow hit Ye Zhuo suddenly. She set down the watermelon and embraced Ye Shu. “Rest easy, Mom. I’ll give you and Uncle a great life for sure.”

…

Night deepened swiftly to midnight, silencing the basement.

A shadow crept cautiously from the basement, shutting the door smoothly. Ye Sen breathed easy, burden lifted.

No one had spotted him—he was safe.

Suddenly, a hand tapped Ye Sen’s shoulder.

“Damn! A ghost!” Ye Sen jumped like a spooked fowl, face ashen.

“Shh.” Ye Zhuo pressed a finger to her lips. “Quiet, Uncle. Mom can’t catch us, or we’re stuck inside.”

Seeing it was Ye Zhuo eased Ye Sen. “Get lost! Beat it! A broke guy like me ain’t fit to be your rich-kid uncle!”

His words didn’t rile Ye Zhuo; she trailed him casually.

She strolled relaxed, utterly at ease.

Ye Sen whirled, snapping angrily, “You crazy? Mu Zhuo! Why tail me?”

Ye Zhuo grinned. “Uncle, it’s Ye Zhuo, surname Ye! This path isn’t yours alone. You walk it, so can I.”

Ye Sen went quiet briefly, then stormed ahead, muttering curses.

Soon they reached a glowing spot—the biggest underground casino in Yunjing Province!

Before entering, Ye Sen clasped hands, praying fervently, “Bodhisattva, bless me! Bodhisattva, guard me! Grant me luck today! I’ll burn incense and donate big if I win heaps!”

Smoke filled the casino, packed with all types. Winners strutted smugly; losers moaned in despair.

A gambling house regular, Ye Sen got hailed right away. “Brother Sen’s here!”

“Hey, Brother Sen!”

“Who’s the girl, Brother Sen? Family?”

Only then did Ye Sen notice Ye Zhuo had followed inside. He backed away fast, distancing himself. “No idea who she is! Zero relation!”

His rejection didn’t faze Ye Zhuo. She stuck by him to the deepest table.

Players yelled wildly, faces red. “Big! Big! Big! Big’s coming!”

The dealer uncovered the dice box, grinning, “Three, one, five! Small!”

“Shit! Small again!?”

“What rotten luck!”

The dealer shook the dice anew, showing the bet board. Gamblers picked spots. More hits meant bigger payouts!

Ye Zhuo’s ears twitched slightly, honing in on the dice clatter within the box.

Ye Sen pondered deeply, bet on ‘Small,’ and prayed hands clasped.

“Bet Big, Uncle. Go for five, six, one,” Ye Zhuo whispered.

Ye Sen eyed her scornfully, full of disdain.

‘Who’s she to boss me?’

‘Acting all cool and sure; thinks she’s a gambling goddess?’

‘Ridiculous!’

Bets placed, the dealer revealed, “Five, six, one—Big!”

Curious, Ye Sen glanced at Ye Zhuo.

Her random call hit spot-on.

Lucky break!

Ye Sen steadied himself and bet again.

Ye Zhuo spoke up once more, “Wrong bet again, Uncle. It’s Big: six, six, one.”

Stunned, Ye Sen heard the dealer confirm exactly Ye Zhuo’s words! Another fluke hit?

Ye Sen gulped hard.

Third round, Ye Sen stuck to Small.

He wouldn’t be fooled. Veteran gambler, he scoffed at losing to a kid.

Ye Zhuo smiled, “Big again. Six, four, one.”

Impossible!

How could Ye Zhuo nail it every time? Big nonstop?

Ye Sen glared at the dealer’s hand on the box, eyes sharp.

Definitely Small! Had to be!

No way he’d lose to this brat!

He craved that next win desperately.

Box opened—Ye Sen’s pale face drained to horror.

Ye Zhuo nailed it again!

Three straight hits, yet Ye Sen wouldn’t trust her.

Now only 300 bucks left from today’s pay. One more loss spelled ruin.

First rounds all Big, so this one too! No more Small.

True to thought, he picked Big!

Right as he went to bet, Ye Zhuo’s voice cut in. “Uncle, not Big this round. Pick Small, bet three, one, four.”