The Supreme Soldier in the City

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about again?" Emma Campbell became even angrier, glared at her father, wiped away her tears, and said to Big Brother Brown, "Big Brother Brown, come to this room." Emma’s house had three rooms: the central hall and a room on each side. The mahjong game earlier was played in the central hall. Emma directly pushed open the door to the room on the left, pulled Big Brother Brown inside, and with a loud "bang," shut the door.

"Emma, I’ll go buy some groceries first. Later, I’ll have a drink with Little Lee. You take good care of Little Lee," Emma’s father shouted from the central hall, then walked out with a big smile.

"Big Brother Brown..." Emma twisted the hem of her shirt, tears streaming down her face.

Big Brother Brown held Emma in his arms, wiped her tears, and said softly, "Don’t cry, it’s nothing to feel so wronged about."

Emma said bitterly, "Why does he keep lying to me? He said he wouldn’t gamble anymore, but look at him—he’s gambling here again. He must’ve been gambling before too, and only cleaned things up because he knew I was coming back."

"People don’t change that easily, especially with gambling—it’s like a drug, deeply addictive. Give him some time. At least he knows not to gamble openly in front of you now. I doubt he had such scruples before, right?"

Emma nodded, her mood improving slightly, then whispered, "Big Brother Brown, look at the kind of family I have..."

"No one gets to choose their parents. Some are born into powerful or wealthy families, have everything handed to them, and live carefree lives. But for people like us from poor families, we have to rely on our own effort to change our lives. We’re going to make sure our kids become second-generation rich, aren’t we?"