AMRWFA -Chapter 409 Every Unfortunate Life Has Its Own Misfortune

After entering the restroom, Shi Jinyu burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

Completely disregarding the presence of others, she leaned against the wall, slid down to the floor, hugged her knees, buried her face, and cried her heart out.

There were people of all ages inside—some young, some older—and they all turned to look at her, unsure of what had happened.

“Miss, are you okay?”

“Little girl, don’t be afraid. Just say it—let it out, you’ll feel better.”

“There are so many of us here. Maybe we can help you.”

…

Some silently took out tissues and placed them in her arms so she could wipe her tears and runny nose later.

Anyone who has truly cried knows—when a person is genuinely heartbroken, it’s nothing like the graceful, tearful scenes in movies. It’s messy, with tears and snot everywhere, not a pretty sight at all.

The plainclothes female officer, having received the signal, arrived just in time. With an apologetic expression, she told everyone that her friend had gone through something upsetting and needed some space.

Seeing that she had a friend with her, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Another girl who had followed from the milk tea shop was confused: ????

Although she was surprised that her withdrawn colleague actually had a good friend, she still felt happy for her. After watching for a while and confirming everything was fine, she returned to work.

After all, if she could avoid having her salary deducted, she certainly didn’t want it deducted.

Ruan Yaoyao didn’t know how the authorities explained everything to Shi Jinyu. Anyway, when Shi Jinyu came out, her eyes were red like a rabbit’s.

She wasn’t a good actress—she couldn’t help but glance around several times, as if searching for someone.

Ruan Yaoyao played on her phone, pretending not to notice.

Sigh… life isn’t easy for me either.

Acting all the time—who knows when it will end.

But what can I do? I’m just too kind-hearted.

Shi Jinyu, who had never taken a day off in all her years of part-time work, actually asked for leave today—it was unprecedented.

The shop manager looked at her several times, worried something might happen to her. She even comforted her, saying that no matter what happened, nothing was more important than herself. As long as she stayed alive, any problem could be solved.

If there really was something she couldn’t handle, she could turn to family, relatives, or friends—and if they weren’t reliable, she could go to the police.

Better to live poorly than to die.

Shi Jinyu walked absentmindedly, barely paying attention. Her mind was filled with a single thought—

I’m really not my parents’ biological child?!

I was stolen by them?!

My real father… how pitiful. His wife died, his child was lost, and he doesn’t even know that one of them was stolen…

If he knew that in the future I would jump off a building in front of him, he would be heartbroken, wouldn’t he?

When her mother and younger sister died, he was already in agony. If he later found out he still had a daughter—and that this daughter eventually jumped off a building right in front of him, without him even recognizing her—wouldn’t he also want to jump?

Thinking of such a tragic future—an old man driven to suicide—Shi Jinyu felt deeply distressed.

He was such a good person. Why should he suffer like this?

Heaven is too cruel!

As for her being “stolen,” why her adoptive parents treated her this way, and what they would do to her in the future—Shi Jinyu couldn’t even bring herself to think about it. All her attention was focused on her biological father, Luo Yingwei.

She might doubt others, but she would never doubt the words of the authorities.

She wished she could go find her real father immediately.

But the officials told her that her biological father had already seen her—he just didn’t know it was her, because he had been deceived into thinking she was his “wife’s ghost.”

Shi Jinyu: “……”

So… a scammer who knew both her and her father took her photo to cheat her father out of money, claiming she was her mother’s ghost?

Her dad didn’t seem very smart… a bit impulsive too. What should she do?

He wouldn’t have been scammed out of all his money, would he?

“…Mm.”

Shi Jinyu: “……”

I knew it.

I need to go back and check how much money I have. I won’t give it to my adoptive parents anymore—I’ll save it for my real dad.

He’s already so old and still working at construction sites. How can his body handle that?

I’ll save more money in the future and take care of him in his old age.

…

Muttering to herself, Shi Jinyu returned home—just in time to see her younger sister, Shi Qionghua, at the door receiving a milk tea delivery.

Oh—and it was from the same brand she worked for.

Shi Jinyu glanced at it, then went inside.

Calling it a “room” was generous—it was just a bed set up on the balcony, partitioned off with cardboard and bedsheets.

The reason was simple: her younger brother was growing up. As a boy, he couldn’t keep sharing a room with her, so she had to move out. As for her younger sister—she “didn’t understand” and wanted a room of her own, so Shi Jinyu couldn’t share with her either and was left to sleep on the balcony.

After entering, she took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and began packing her things.

Since this wasn’t her home, she would eventually leave.

Even if she didn’t know when, it was better to prepare in advance.

Meanwhile, Shi Qionghua acted as if Shi Jinyu didn’t exist. She closed the door, inserted the straw into her milk tea, and sat on the living room sofa drinking it.

At this time, she hadn’t yet gotten together with Lou Caijun. They were still in that ambiguous stage—flirting back and forth without anything official.

It was obvious from her expression—reading his messages made her smile happily, like a mouse that had stolen rice.

Before she knew it, time passed, and their parents returned.

Mother Shi was shocked—the dinner hadn’t been made?

The floor hadn’t been mopped, the coffee table was messy, and a few picture books were scattered on the ground—clearly something her son had done the night before.

“Where’s your sister? She hasn’t come back yet?”

Her first reaction was that Shi Jinyu was “working overtime” again.

With such a low salary, she still dared to work overtime—didn’t she know it delayed household chores?

Shi Qionghua, lying on the sofa playing a mobile game, didn’t even look up. “No, she’s back. She’s on the balcony.”

Hearing this, Mother Shi didn’t even bother checking. Standing in the living room, she began shouting curses—calling her lazy, worthless, a freeloader who did nothing all day, lamenting how unlucky she was to have given birth to such a child…

Her voice was so loud that neighbors upstairs and downstairs could hear everything.

Shi Jinyu’s bad reputation in the neighborhood was largely thanks to her mother.

After all, among three children, Shi Jinyu was the only one constantly being scolded—so naturally, people assumed she was the problem.

Looking closer, the younger siblings had good grades and qualifications, while the eldest, Shi Jinyu, was “hopeless”—dropping out after middle school, refusing to do housework, living off her parents…

Wearing old clothes discarded by her mother and sister, unable to afford even sanitary pads, scavenging cardboard and plastic bottles like the elderly in the neighborhood, always keeping her head down and avoiding greetings—such a stark contrast made it easy for others to dislike her.

Her existence seemed to prove the saying: “A pitiful person must also have something detestable about them.” And so people kept their distance.

But no one ever thought—

Hadn’t Shi Jinyu been like this since childhood?

If someone is constantly belittled, criticized, told they’re worthless, subjected to endless “negative reinforcement,” and compared to their siblings, then over time—even if they wanted to grow and improve—they would inevitably lower their head and begin to doubt themselves.

And when everyone around them says the same thing…

They can no longer lift their head again.

They start wanting to hide from everyone they see.