UM CH 39

Chapter 39

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I felt more and more uncomfortable, but I believed I had to pull myself together. For the sake of being able to live a good life in the future, I would reclaim, item by item, everything I had lost from the Yu family.

After packing my luggage, I left that rental apartment. I placed the key in the landlady auntie’s hand. She was reluctant to part with me and said, “Yan Shuang, come back to visit when you have time in the future. I heard about what happened to you. Auntie feels heartbroken for you. You must forget all the bad things and start over.”

“Thank you, Auntie.” I bowed to the landlady auntie, because over the past few years I had received too much care from her. I was very grateful to her.

But I couldn’t do as Auntie said—start over and live a peaceful life. Because I believe it’s not only Yu Jin’s family in this world that behaves like this. I want to expose them. I want to seek justice for people like myself.

After leaving that place, I went to a shop that sold mobile phones and bought two new numbers. I cut up my old SIM card and threw it away.

Dragging my heavy luggage, I didn’t know where to go, nor did I know how I would walk the road ahead. Looking at the few contacts in my phone whom I could trust, my heart felt even emptier. The road ahead was long, and there was no end in sight…

At noon, I went to the cheapest small restaurant near the company and had lunch. This should be the last time I eat here, I thought.

While looking at news on my phone, I silently scrolled through posts and left comments, using a secondary account to repeatedly post about the evil deeds of Yu Jin’s family—on every website, on every app.

My phone would occasionally receive messages saying that some programs wanted to interview me, but I refused. Because I didn’t want to put myself on screen. I didn’t want everyone to pity me—I wanted the law to punish them.

The power of the internet is truly strong. From just yesterday until now, this incident has already made it onto the trending searches.

I curled my lips, thinking that Yu Jin’s family must now be like rats scurrying across the street.

Wandering while looking at my phone, the battery warning urged me on. I decided to find a place to rent and look for a job.

I randomly boarded a bus. Watching the route it took, it seemed to be heading toward the west side of the city. I sat by the window as night gradually pulled down its curtain, and fewer and fewer passengers remained on the bus.

Finally, we reached the terminal station—a place I didn’t recognize.

After searching the area online, I decided to stay tonight at a place called “Qingguo Apartment.” That apartment allowed you to “move in with just your bags,” so I thought I would try my luck there.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, but with the help of navigation, I quickly found the apartment. When I arrived, the owner was an uncle. His hair was white, his eyes were sunken, and he looked somewhat slovenly.

I asked the uncle, “Uncle, do you have any single rooms available?”

The uncle smoked while reading a newspaper and didn’t respond to me at all. He wasn’t friendly in the slightest—perhaps because he saw from my clothes that I was poor.

I smiled bitterly to myself. Truly, nothing was going smoothly. I politely raised my voice and asked again, “Hello, Uncle! Do you have any single rooms available?”

“What are you yelling for? I’m not deaf!” The uncle slammed the newspaper onto the table and glared at me fiercely.

He really looked like an enraged dog, I thought. Thinking that made me feel a little better.

“Yes. 209, 713, and—no, wait, that’s it.” The uncle checked the list, glanced over it casually, and shot me a few looks. “Those are the ones you can afford.”

His words were full of mockery, and they made me somewhat unhappy.

This discrimination against the poor was far too obvious. Forget it. I’m already in this state—better not cause trouble.

I asked again, “How big are the two rooms? And how much is the rent?”

“209, 600 a month. 913, 400 a month. I think you should just take 713. The rooms are all the same anyway.” The uncle forcefully spat out a mouthful of foul air. Seeing that I didn’t respond, he directly went to get the key to 713.

This uncle is really strange. I never said I wanted that room. Just because 713 is cheaper—what if I don’t rent it?