The male supporting character was actually myself.

After hearing her words, Yin Luoxi, whose mind was in a mess and unable to draw anything, suddenly brightened up. "Luckily, Mom reminded me, otherwise I would have forgotten about it!"

She hurriedly searched for the phone number in her contacts, dialed it, and after a brief conversation, hung up in disappointment.

"No, they've already found a painter willing to take it on, and the painting is already finished."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Mrs. Yin's face, but she quickly cheered up. "It's alright, you have plenty of talent, you just lack opportunities."

Aren't you good at foreign languages?

I can ask a friend to help you find a translation job, so you can earn some money first.

"Once inspiration strikes, we'll create. Just one painting will be enough to turn our lives around!"

"Mom, you're so good to me." Yin Luoxi hugged her, tears streaming down her face. "Mom is definitely the best. Dad abandoned us. From now on, I'll only take care of Mom!"

They planned it very well.

However, when employers learned that it was Yoon Nak-hee, who had attempted murder, they all politely declined the job for various reasons.

Aside from occasionally taking on online document translation jobs to earn a living, Yin Luoxi couldn't find any other work.

Six months later, her hard-earned paintings went unnoticed.

Unable to find herself in any situation and short of money, Yin Luoxi had no choice but to bow her proud head to life. She stopped being picky about any job and would do anything as long as she was paid, whether it was drawing copies, taking orders for custom manuscripts, or anything else.

However, the attempted murder case occasionally stirs up a storm on the internet.

Incidentally, videos of her life being switched years ago will also be released, and someone has even posted aerial footage of her and Du Zigui at a private estate's open-air restaurant.

The various attacks didn't leave her destitute, but she also couldn't find any work.

Even when they tried to start a live stream, they were reported, criticized, and their accounts were banned by the platform.

After being labeled a "murderer," Yoon Nak-hee may temporarily escape legal punishment, but she cannot escape the discrimination she faces in reality.

Mrs. Yin is becoming increasingly impatient.

She nagged and urged her daughter to go on blind dates and find a good man to marry as soon as possible.

But where would anyone dare to discuss marriage with her?

When the marriage market turned them away, and the mother and daughter had less than thirty yuan left in their pockets and didn't even have enough for their next meal, Mrs. Yin pushed her daughter into a dark little room.

Half an hour later, after receiving the hundred yuan from the other party, she scolded her daughter with dissatisfaction: "Why are you making such a long face?"

Show us the tricks you used with Du Zigui!

Don't think that you're still a proud and noble great painter or talented woman.

You're just a murderer with a pretty face!

To be honest, you're really stupid. Why didn't you use a knife?

If I had killed that guy back then, even if you went to jail, at least your father and I would have inherited billions of dollars. At that time, I would have done everything in my power to get you out!

It's just a letter of understanding, isn't it?

If Jiang Chen dies, as the only relative, wouldn't it be enough for me and your father to sign a document?

What a brainless idiot!

He ruined a perfectly good hand of cards...

Lying in bed amidst her mother's scolding, Yin Luoxi was on the verge of tears.

She recalled those happy days in Country M, and the polite and handsome Xiang Hongbin.

After a while, Yin Luoxi got out of bed and slapped herself several times, hating herself for not seizing such an excellent man, but instead killing someone for a poor, incompetent gigolo named Du Zigui!

"Is it Yoon Nak-hee, who attempted to kill her own younger brother?"

Mrs. Yin didn't give her time to grieve or blame herself. Soon another man slipped in, muttering as he took a few photos with his phone...

After an unknown amount of time, Yin Luoxi sat on the bed with a blank stare.

"Don't blame me, I really had no other choice. Who told you to be so useless?" Mrs. Yin counted the money, her delicate makeup making her look young and beautiful under the light. "I've carefully nurtured you for so many years, hoping you could give me a happy old age."

It's clear now that we can't count on that.

We can't just not take any reward at all, can we?

Here, this is for you.

Five thousand yuan is enough for you to find a rural place, hide your identity, and start over.

A friend introduced me to a new boyfriend; I can't waste any more time on your dad.

She got up, put the money in her wallet, picked up her already packed luggage, and left.

Yin Luoxi's gaze remained fixed on the roll of cash, her face expressionless.

"Huff, huff..." Du Zigui curled up and bent over, panting heavily by the roadside.

He had no other choice but to seek help from the relief department. As a person with no income, no medical insurance, and no relatives, he was placed in a relief station.

Although the three meals a day are not lavish, they are enough to fill one's stomach;

A large communal bed, where all sorts of homeless, mentally challenged, or seriously ill people like him, who are destitute and helpless.

They receive free medicine every day, which helps them relieve the pain and barely keep them alive.

Du Zigui was lucky; he encountered a donation of supplies from a charity organization, which allowed him to have some medicines barely survive.

The weather was nice today, and he wanted to go for a walk, but he was in so much pain that he bent over and gasped for breath as soon as he got to the front door.

A group of people were chatting around a well-off old man under the shade of a big tree at the entrance.

Du Zigui had heard of him; he was very wealthy and owned several houses in a nearby upscale residential area, supposedly acquired through fortune telling.

With nothing else to do, he bent over and slowly moved closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"Your face is quite interesting, kid." The wealthy, well-to-do old man looked at him with some curiosity. "Let me see your palm."

"Master, can you tell me if there's any chance I can turn things around?" Du Zigui asked with a grin.

The old man looked at it carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Your fate is very special!"

Normally, you would either not live past the age of three or live a life of poverty and hardship.

But some people just happen to change your fate and enjoy wealth and luxury for more than a decade.

You faced a calamity here; if you could overcome it, you would enjoy wealth, honor, and a long life. Unfortunately, your good fortune was cut off by a thread, and you used up all the good fortune you were born with.

It's impossible to continue; the benefactors who could have helped you have either left or gone. It's such a pity you were so close...

The old man shook his head, clicked his tongue, and sighed.

The people gathered in a circle chattered amongst themselves, and Du Zigui, feeling a headache coming on, had no choice but to stand up and continue slowly moving back.

"Hey, why don't you charge him for telling his fortune?" someone asked curiously.

The old man fanned himself and lowered his voice, "There are rules. We don't charge money for divination for people who are dying. He won't live more than two days. This fate is truly rare. I've never encountered anything like it in all the palm readings I've ever done."

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postscript.

The Beginning of Summer is an auspicious time for weddings and prayers.

On this day, Jiang Chen and Shu Muyu held their engagement ceremony in Kyoto.

One was extremely wealthy, the other exceptionally good-looking; they came from similar backgrounds and were deeply in love, receiving heartfelt blessings from a large gathering of friends.

The little white cat muttered to itself as it ate its cake, "Eating engagement cakes and drinking wedding wine have almost become standard practice in every mission world of my host."

Quickly take a picture and post it on the forum, so that other systems living in dire straits can be envious!

The title is simply—On the Importance of Choosing the Right Host!

Two days later, Du Zigui died of illness on a small bed in the shelter.

He was unable to speak before he died, and no one knew what he was thinking in his last moments. His hands were tightly gripping the blanket and no one could pry them open.

Despite facing constant setbacks and having various videos posted online, Yin Luoxi, even after hiding in a mountain village, couldn't escape the gossip and criticism.

In the age of internet information, some unscrupulous self-media outlets occasionally dig up their past, add a few striking photos to attract attention, and as a result, almost everyone knows about their past.

With no source of income, living in a basement on her father's charity, Yin Luoxi recalled her once bright life for the nth time. After feeling regret and despair, she dressed up, changed into her favorite clothes, took a car to the suburbs, found a beautiful spot, chose a tree, and ended her short life with a rope.

Mrs. Yin, who was eager to marry a rich man, hastily went through divorce proceedings.

Less than half a month later, she returned dejectedly. The man was a complete fraud who had swindled her out of her remaining savings and jewelry, and then made her serve other men just like she had treated her daughter.

She barely managed to escape.

"Husband! Husband!" After waiting for a long time in front of the company, she finally saw Yin Bowen, rushed over, and cried with her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Luo Xi is dead, what should I do!"

Now we only have Jiang Chen as our child…

Yin Bowen coldly interrupted her, "We are already divorced; we have also signed relevant documents with Jiang Chen, and he has no relationship with us now."

Even if he meant well, think about how you treated him all those years ago. Don't you feel like taking his money is a waste of your time?

Luo Xi's death is a relief.

I have reflected on myself and realized that I have made many mistakes in my life.

If he hadn't been so indecisive back then, and had taken on the responsibility of being a father to Jiang Chen, and had helped him gradually integrate into the family, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.

It's all too late, far too late.

"But he is, after all, our own child! I carried him for ten months and gave birth to him!" Mrs. Yin covered her face and cried. "After we took him back, we brought him to the United States and raised him all these years!"

He shook his head, his voice filled with deep loneliness, "I'm too ashamed to go see him again."

Go if you want, if you can find a place to go.

After being discharged from the hospital, he left Renjin City, probably because he was afraid of being ambushed by Luo Xi again. I don't know where he went.

I heard he got engaged to the daughter of the Shu family in Kyoto. He might have gone to the United States or the South, who knows?

I will bear the consequences of my mistakes.

I failed as a father. I didn't raise him when he was young, I didn't protect him from the wind and rain, and I even morally blackmailed him into signing a letter of forgiveness for the sake of my daughter.

I don't expect him to support me in my old age.

He pays me a lot of money every month. I used to support Luo Xi, and now I have to pay off her debts.