The male supporting character was actually myself.

An old-fashioned, bulky double bed.

The originally white walls have turned gray, and in many places they are even grimy and dirty.

Even with the curtains drawn, the small bay window doesn't let in much light, and with the buildings so close together, it's basically shrouded in the shadow cast by the building in front for most of the day.

"It's good enough that you have a place to stay." Yin Luoxi's tone wasn't very good either. She pulled back the curtains, opened the window, and said in a muffled voice, "It's better than living in those staff dormitories!"

She felt very irritable.

After returning to Renjin City, she went to see her mother first. Unexpectedly, her mother slapped her as soon as they met, saying that it was too shameful for her to elope with a penniless wild boy.

If you don't clean things up and win Xiang Hongbin's heart, then don't call yourself "Mom" anymore.

Humiliated, Yin Luoxi went to find her father, only to be met with two thousand yuan and a cold "Don't come again."

When I went back in the afternoon, the company staff said my father was away on a business trip.

She waited for a long time until the security guard asked her to leave so he could lock the door after get off work. Only then did Yin Luoxi have no choice but to return to the old house to keep watch.

However, eight years later, the security work in the community is still very good.

Without the access card and building number password, Yin Luoxi couldn't get in at all.

With nowhere else to turn, she had no choice but to rent a small room to settle down temporarily.

As long as I finish the painting as soon as possible!

"Sister, I'm in so much pain!"

"Would you like to take me to the hospital?"

"Is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry..."

……

Every time she tries to immerse herself in painting, Du Zigui, who doesn't understand that she needs quiet and time, will find various reasons to disturb and affect her.

"Can't you let me work in peace?" She finally lost her temper, yelling in a tone she'd never tried before, like a shrew: "I need quiet, don't you understand!"

Tormented by illness, Du Zigui's eyes were blurry with tears. "I've tried my best to stay quiet."

I won't watch TV; my phone will be on silent, and I'll try my best to endure the pain so as not to disturb you.

But you can't expect me to not say a word for an hour or two, can you?

I'm a patient, I need patient care!

When I was sick before, my sister would gently stay by my bedside and never leave me for a moment…

Before he could finish speaking, Yin Luoxi threw paint at him, "Can't you suffocate if you don't talk for an hour or two? I need quiet to create! Quiet!"

I often go a whole day without eating, immersing myself in my creative work.

Noise can disrupt my creative flow, you know?

You do not understand!

They don't understand anything!

You're just a wild boy who didn't even finish high school.

Lacking knowledge, depth, and refinement, they understand nothing about art!

"I have no knowledge, no substance, no refinement, but you do!" Du Zigui's face turned pale with pain, his heart filled with anxiety and the constant torment of the fear of death. He roared with all his might, "Since you're so capable, why didn't you take me to the hospital?"

Is this how you treat your patients?

Ah, women!

Women are all such trash, as expected.

You showered me with sweet words when I was doing well, but now that I'm sick, you want to get rid of me and rid yourself of this burden!

Don't even dream about it, Yin Luoxi. I'll be with you even if I have to die!

Don't forget that painting you created, a love story of life and death—we will never be apart, no matter what!

Yin Luoxi felt the blood rushing to her head. She stood up, hands on her hips, and angrily cursed, "Get the hell out of here! You trashy man! How could I have been so blind as to fall for you!"

They've been living a life of extravagance lately, and it's all been my money.

If you're so capable, go earn your own money!

He has no education and no skills; all he does is lie in bed and curse women!

Don't forget you're still living in the house I paid to rent!

The two were arguing fiercely when a sudden banging on the door silenced them.

"What are you making so much noise at this hour? Everyone else is sleeping, so if you don't want to stay, get out!" A slightly drunk burly man shouted from outside the door. Du Zigui was the first to realize what was going on.

He took a few deep breaths, pressed his aching liver, and whispered, "I'm sorry, sister. Forgive me for speaking without thinking when I was in so much pain. I'm sorry I'm so incompetent and have dragged you down with me."

Stunned by his apologetic tone, and whether it was the protagonist's halo at work or Yin Luoxi's genuine heartache, she remained silent for a moment and said softly, "It's not your fault, neither of us did anything wrong."

The mistake lies in toying with our fate.

None of this would have happened if you weren't sick.

Perhaps this is a test from heaven. We can't argue and have conflicts like those incompetent and stupid people. That would only cause internal friction and have no other purpose.

Just bear with it a little longer. Once I finish creating the painting and sell it, I'll have the money to pay for your medical treatment and liver transplant.

"Once you get better, we'll be happy again, just like before."

"But I'm so scared!" Du Zigui covered his face with his hands and cried. "I'm afraid I won't live to see that day, I'll die soon, sister! Your creation needs time, and what I lack most right now is time."

"Let's go and beg Dad, please ask him to let me be hospitalized for treatment, okay?"

Chapter Thirty: The Final Mission

Yin Luoxi gave a bitter laugh, "Zigui, stop daydreaming."

"Dad won't help us. He's only thinking about his son now; he won't even see his own daughter!"

Du Zigui refused to give up any straw, "What about Mom? She loves me the most! Didn't she get seriously ill back in M ​​country because she missed me so much? She wouldn't just stand by and watch me die, right?"

“It’s no use, Zigui.” She shook her head dejectedly and said, “Mom hasn’t worked for so many years. The little money Dad gives her each month isn’t even enough for her to maintain her image as a rich lady and buy clothes and cosmetics. Now Mom has to borrow money to rent a place to live.”

What's more, she doesn't approve of us being together.

I went to my mother, but all she told me was to try and please Xiang Hongbin!

I've seen through the cuckoo.

My mother only cares about face and money!

She doesn't really love us!

She loves her father because he spoils her, earns money for her, and lets her squander it as she pleases, making her a wealthy woman.

She loves me because I'm beautiful and a world-class painter; taking me out makes her look good!

She loves you because you are good-looking, have a sweet tongue, and have both a son and a daughter, which makes others envious of her!

So the mother doesn't love Jiang Chen—her own biological child.

That guy is good-looking, but he grew up in a slum and doesn't listen to his mother. Taking him out will only lead to people talking and gossiping.

The more people sympathize with Jiang Chen's plight, the more they will condemn her for not even knowing that her own child had been switched.

My mother still insists on not acknowledging him, because she doesn't want her reputation to be damaged!

She dislikes you for not having gone to university and having a troublesome older sister. Your appearance has shattered the illusion of a close mother-son relationship that she had created, so your mother doesn't want to see you at all.

Besides, you're sick now.

She's even less likely to accept you!

The cruel reality was shattered, and Du Zigui, deeply devastated, curled up helplessly on the bed, murmuring, "How could this be? My parents don't love me anymore, sister, you're all I have left!"

“You only have me left, only me…” Yin Luoxi’s brush could not find a suitable place to start, and she realized that she was no longer able to continue the painting.

The sweetness, pink (no way) atmosphere, and hazy beauty of the past are nowhere to be found.

"It's all because of that damn Jiang Chen!" Unable to find inspiration, Yin Luoxi cursed angrily, "It's all because of him!"

Tormented by illness and rapidly losing weight, Du Zigui found an outlet for his frustration, cursing loudly: "You son of a bitch, Jiang Chen, why don't you just die! Jiang Chen deserves to die the most, if he were dead we wouldn't have to go through so much suffering!"

The two cursed at Jiang Chen for a long time with all their might, using the most vicious language to curse him.

After Du Zigui finished cursing and fell into a deep sleep, Yin Luoxi sat on the bay window, looking at the gloomy and dark night outside, lit a cigarette and smoked silently. A bold and terrible idea quietly sprouted in her mind.

Du Zigui's condition is now so serious that he needs a liver transplant to survive.

Du Rui has been unable to be contacted since then;

My mother's blood type matches, but she definitely doesn't want to;

I'm a good fit, but I need to create content to earn money and also take care of the cuckoo.

Therefore, Jiang Chen is the perfect candidate!

Once he dies, regardless of whether his father likes it or not, the only heir will be his biological daughter!

Moreover, it is said that the guy has made a fortune of tens of billions over the years of his business. He is currently unmarried, and if he dies, his parents will be the sole heirs to his estate.

Mom definitely can't manage the business;

If it falls into Dad's hands, it will naturally be mine in the future!

If things were even more fortunate, and Jiang Chen's family could sign an organ donation consent form after his death, wouldn't Zigui be saved?

Yin Luoxi smoked one cigarette after another, turning her head to look at the dilapidated rented room.

She felt a surge of resentment, having never experienced such humiliation before, and she didn't want to stay there for another second.

Being in such a depressing environment makes it impossible to even be creative!

She simply put away all her painting tools and seriously considered how to ensure the plan would proceed smoothly.

Two days later, at dusk, the villa area was illuminated by streetlights.

[Final Mission: Pushed off the roof by Yin Luoxi. Reward: Medal x1]

The sound of the main system issuing a task made the little white cat immediately bristle. "Host, the female lead is coming to torment you, what should I do?"