Reborn: No Longer Cursed with Bad Luck

On the way, Ming Jiu kept staring blankly at the transfer on the chat screen.

The World's Cutest Little Sister: [Sis, if you don't accept it, I'm not going to sleep.]

Ming Jiu laughed, then tapped the transfer. An extra ten thousand yuan appeared in her WeChat balance.

[Accepted it, accepted it. Go to sleep now~]

Ming Rong sent a sleepy cat emoji. It looked like she had obediently gone to bed.

The Zuo Family villa was on the outskirts of B City's Third Ring Road, not far from the hotel where Ming Jiu and the others were staying. Over twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the gates of the villa complex.

Ming Jiu had barely approached the entrance carrying the local specialties when a security guard came over. Soon, the call to the Zuo Family went through, and Ming Jiu was allowed inside.

The villa complex was enormous. As she passed the guardhouse, Ming Jiu glanced over the layout and asked for general directions. At the very center of the complex were even several small estates. The smallest homes here were six hundred square meters, and every one was a detached villa.

Ming Jiu still vaguely remembered the Zuo Family's old residence, but this house had been chosen by Eldest Uncle Zuo—Zuo Zhenrong—after Old Master Zuo passed away. She had never been here before.

She wondered whether she would get to see Zuo Zhenrong directly today. After all, he was the elite among old men—Zuo Zhenrong was the chairman of the group. It was not the weekend, so he should have been working at the company at this hour.

By the same logic, Zuo Junhao, that elite young old man, was most likely not home either.

But things were just that coincidental—before Ming Jiu could even get near the Zuo Family villa, she ran into a middle-aged woman in a professional housekeeping uniform.

"You must be Miss Ming?"

The woman hurried a few steps toward Ming Jiu with a proper smile on her face, her gaze pausing briefly on the specialty gifts in Ming Jiu's hands.

"Sir and Madam were especially happy to hear you were coming. Unfortunately, there are matters at home today. Please come with me first."

Ming Jiu nodded. The woman held out her hand, took the gifts from her, and led Ming Jiu toward the back entrance of the Zuo Family villa.

As they walked, the woman gently tried to smooth things over.

"Today is Sir's birthday banquet. Most of the guests are Sir's business partners. Madam was worried you might not be used to such an occasion, which is why she had me come out to receive you in advance."

"Sir will definitely be happy to see these gifts."

Ming Jiu merely gave a response and said nothing else, obediently following the woman through the back entrance into the Zuo Family home.

The villa was indeed lively, but that liveliness had nothing to do with Ming Jiu. The woman took her through the passage reserved for housekeeping staff, bypassing the banquet venue entirely.

Ming Jiu did not voice any objections throughout.

When Dad Zuo had cut ties with the Zuo Family back then, things had turned ugly. Dad Zuo gave up his inheritance rights and only took some money, along with a small portion of the private assets Grandfather had held.

Although it was enough to ensure that their family wanted for nothing, compared to the Zuo Family's true wealth, it was barely a drop in the bucket.

When word spread through their circles, everyone felt that Zuo Zhenrong had gone too far—he had been harsher than people usually were even to illegitimate sons, let alone Dad Zuo, who was not illegitimate at all.

Zuo Zhenrong's biological mother had divorced Old Master Zuo many years before the old man met Ming Jiu's biological grandmother and found love again.

A few years after their marriage, Dad Zuo was born. Dad Zuo was a legitimate son born in wedlock and the lawful heir of the Zuo Family. Even if he had little to do with the family business, he should at least have received some shares.

For a long time after that incident, Zuo Zhenrong's reputation among B City's circles had been poor.

The gossip had long since died down. Since this was also a semi-business banquet, Zuo Zhenrong naturally would not let Ming Jiu show her face and stir up more trouble.

Ming Jiu was perfectly fine with that. She had only one purpose today: Zuo Junhao's cheat ability.

No, she should say she was taking back her own cheat ability.

In the end, Ming Jiu was settled in a small sitting room on the second floor of the villa.

The woman said, "I'll go notify Madam. Please wait a moment, Miss Ming."

Ming Jiu called out to stop her. "I would like to see Eldest Uncle. Please tell him that I have something I want to discuss with him."

The woman smiled and nodded. "Of course. I'll pass along your message. Please wait a moment."

After the woman left, another housekeeper brought Ming Jiu some hot tea. She did not stand on ceremony, lowering her head to drink while communicating with the system.

[Sis System, can you scan for things like spatial storage?]

[The system is loading the villa floor plan—special spatial fluctuations detected.]

Ming Jiu tightened her grip on the teacup.

[Special spatial fluctuations detected. Confirmed that the fluctuations originate from an unknown spatial device—device location confirmed: the study on the second floor of the villa.]

Ming Jiu truly wanted to rush over, stuff the thing into her pocket, and run away, but unfortunately, she could not.

Zuo Junhao was meticulous and ruthless, and he was also the protagonist of a novel—whatever treatment a typical male-oriented webnovel protagonist received, he received it too. His luck was so good it was unbelievable.

Ming Jiu was extremely cautious. Before she had enough power, she neither wanted nor dared to go up against Zuo Junhao.

After taking several deep breaths, Ming Jiu patiently waited for nearly another half hour. Then the elevator chimed softly, its doors opening as a middle-aged man in a suit stepped out.

Zuo Zhenrong and Dad Zuo both resembled Old Master Zuo. Ming Jiu could easily find many similarities to her father in Zuo Zhenrong's face.

All she could say was that money and power really did nurture people well. The brothers were a full fifteen years apart, yet Zuo Zhenrong, who was nearing sixty, did not look much older than Dad Zuo.

Of course, Dad Zuo was far better-looking than Zuo Zhenrong.

"Xiao Jiu?"

Zuo Zhenrong spoke with some hesitation in his tone.

Ming Jiu quickly stood up from the sofa. Under Zuo Zhenrong's scrutiny, she lowered her head slightly, looking timid and meek.

"Hello, Eldest Uncle."

Zuo Zhenrong nodded, a complicated look in his eyes.

"It's good of you to remember my birthday. Why didn't Xiao Rong come?"

Running into Zuo Zhenrong's birthday was purely a coincidence—Ming Jiu suddenly realized that ever since her rebirth, her luck seemed to have become absurdly good.

She pushed the thought aside and focused on playing up her misery.

"Xiao Rong still isn't doing very well. I heard that a very famous psychologist in B City had returned to the country, so I brought her here to give it a try... but that doctor is very difficult to book."

"Also, Eldest Uncle, I want to visit Grandfather and tell him about my parents..."

Neither of the two reasons Ming Jiu gave was an excuse.

That psychologist really was difficult to book. She had brought her younger sister to B City without making any preparations, and she did not know whether they could get a consultation before the blizzard began...

If she could borrow the Zuo Family's influence to resolve this, that would be ideal.

As for visiting Grandfather's grave—Ming Jiu did not know who Zuo Zhenrong was guarding against, but the cemetery where Grandfather was buried had many restrictions. She did not understand the specifics, only that it was not an ordinary public cemetery. Visitors needed identification, and without it, they could not even enter the cemetery gates.

Zuo Zhenrong sighed. Ming Jiu raised her eyes to look at him. His face held an expression that seemed both melancholy and relieved.

It was not greasy, exactly. He just looked like he was putting on an act.

He walked toward the study Ming Jiu had been eyeing all along and casually pushed open the door.

"Come in and let's talk."

Ming Jiu:!!!

What a stroke of luck!

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