After Dumping the Scumbag Top, I Was Relentlessly Chased by a Top-Tier Idol - Chapter 4

Lin Yizhou looked toward the sound and saw a person leaning over the second-floor banister. The man’s posture was lazy and relaxed, as if he were in his own home.

His face bore a thirty to forty percent resemblance to Lin’s own—the same seductive, fox-like eyes (though the irises were a colder shade of light brown) and a small, suggestive mole near the edge of his lower lip. They were remarkably similar.

At this moment, a natural curl played at the corners of the stranger’s mouth, adding a touch of brilliance to his features.

So, this is the gentle and well-behaved look that Song Chizheng prefers…

Their gazes collided in the air. Lin Yizhou met the look with a calm expression, offering no answer to the man’s question.

“Looking at him now, he really does look a bit like me.”

The person upstairs spoke as he began descending the steps.

Seeing him come down, Song Chizheng quickly set aside his coffee and rushed over to meet him. Noticing the man was barefoot, Song Chizheng picked him up horizontally without a word, offering a feigned scolding: “Why did you come out without shoes? What if you catch a cold?”

Jiang Siyuan unhesitatingly wrapped his arms around Song’s neck, his tone tinged with a playful grievance: “Who knows who started bothering me at the entryway last night and didn’t even give me a chance to put on shoes before heading up?”

Lin Yizhou’s pupils trembled slightly.

So, Song Chizheng hadn’t just taken this man to the office last night—he had brought him straight home.

What if Lin had been home?

Did Song truly not care about his feelings at all?

The two figures, locked in their intimacy, completely ignored the person standing nearby. Song Chizheng chuckled and pecked Jiang Siyuan on the lips, dotingly saying, “My fault. It’s all my fault.”

Jiang Siyuan pecked him back, then seemed to suddenly realize something. He patted Song’s shoulder and said, “There’s someone else here, put me down quickly.”

Though his words sounded urgent, his arms remained looped firmly around Song Chizheng’s neck.

Song Chizheng kicked off his own shoes and obediently set the man down. “Wear mine for now, baby. I’ll go get another pair.”

As he walked toward the entryway, he brushed past Lin Yizhou. Lin tried to reach for his luggage, but a hand reached out to block him.

With a faint smile playing on his face, Jiang Siyuan strolled leisurely up to Lin Yizhou. He scrutinized him, leaning in closer and closer…

Lin Yizhou’s expression didn’t flicker. He raised his hand, using the tip of his umbrella to press against Jiang’s shoulder, pushing him back. His tone was icy: “Please maintain a social distance.”

Water dripped from the umbrella. Drip. It splashed and scattered across the floor.

Before Jiang Siyuan could say or do anything, the umbrella was violently snatched away and hurled aside. With a clatter, it struck the corner of the wall. Immediately following—

A sharp slap echoed through the living room.

Lin Yizhou’s eyes widened in disbelief. He saw Song Chizheng shouting in a rage: “What are you doing? Who gave you permission to be so violent toward Sisi?”

He was being violent?

He had merely used the handle of an umbrella to push the man away…

For a moment, Lin’s ears felt as if they were buzzing; he couldn’t hear a thing.

“Apologize to Sisi.”

The cold voice cut through the buzzing like a crack of thunder.

Lin Yizhou glanced at him, acting as if he hadn’t heard. He tried to step past him to grab his luggage, but his wrist was seized.

“I said, apologize.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Siyuan stepped forward and pulled at Song Chizheng. “Alright, I’m fine. Don’t be so aggressive.”

Song Chizheng obeyed immediately, releasing his grip on Lin Yizhou’s hand.

Without looking back at them, Lin Yizhou grabbed his luggage and walked to the corner to pick up his umbrella. He never spared them a second glance.

“Wait,” Song Chizheng said coldly.

Lin’s footsteps paused, but he didn’t turn around.

“Respond quickly. Don’t act like you’re the victim here.”

Lin Yizhou’s grip on the suitcase handle tightened. He said nothing.

As he stepped out the front door, a bolt of lightning struck, followed by a roar of thunder that made his ears ring.

The sky was a dull gray, churned by a curtain of heavy rain that made it difficult to see clearly.

Lin Yizhou steadied his nerves and opened his umbrella, only to find that three of the folding ribs were snapped. He began to close the umbrella, intending to walk straight into the rain, when someone grabbed his wrist.

The warmth of the palm made his body instinctively recoil.

He turned his head, but it wasn’t the person he had hoped for.

Heh. What am I still expecting…

Jiang Siyuan stuffed a black umbrella into his hand, his warm smile appearing flawless. “The umbrella is broken, right? Take this one. Just return it to me next time.”

He placed a deliberate emphasis on the word “me.”

As the words landed, he suddenly reached out and pinched Lin Yizhou’s chin, tilting it up. His tone was slow and suggestive: “The more I look at this face, the more I think we look like a married couple.”

Lin Yizhou looked at him expressionlessly and struck his hand away with the umbrella handle. Then, he let go, allowing the black umbrella to fall to the ground, and turned to walk directly into the rain.

Jiang Siyuan rubbed the spot where he had been struck, watching the figure disappear into the curtain of rain with great interest. He muttered to himself, “This… seems quite interesting.”

Reaching the entrance of the residential complex, Lin saw the taxi driver still waiting in the same spot. He opened the door and climbed in, handing the umbrella to the driver. “I’m sorry, Master, the umbrella is broken.”

Hearing the young man’s voice—slightly choked and trembling—the driver quickly comforted him: “It’s no big deal, lad. Don’t worry about it. If an umbrella breaks, you just get a new one.”

“So, where to? I’ll take you there.”

Lin Yizhou froze. He didn’t know where he could go…

Gu Lan was in a nursing home, and his younger sister lived in a school dormitory. Before moving in with Song Chizheng, he had been renting, but he had given up the lease after they moved in together.

He had nowhere to go…

“Lad?” The driver called out when he saw no reaction.

Snapping out of it, Lin Yizhou quickly said, “One moment, please.”

He took out his phone and tried calling his former landlord. Fortunately, the landlord informed him that the apartment had remained empty. If he wanted to rent it again, the price would stay the same, and the key was in the usual spot.

After hanging up, Lin Yizhou gave the driver the address. The car started and moved forward. Outside, the rain was torrential, burying the world in water. Lin Yizhou stared out the window, mesmerized, sitting motionless for half an hour.

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. The jolt brought him back to reality. He unlocked the phone to see a friend request from an account named “Yuan is not Yuan,” with a white feather as the profile picture.

The verification message read: Hello, I’m Jiang Siyuan, Azheng’s boyfriend. We just met.

Lin Yizhou ignored the message. Suddenly remembering something, he opened Weibo and clicked on his profile. The pinned post was the one he had written a year ago about leaving the industry for love.

Scrolling down, his finger paused at the top-rated comment.

[Running toward Lin Yizhou with everything]: If possible, please post more about your daily life. Let us know you are happy.

When he had first gone public with the relationship, he had shared that sentiment. Unfortunately… he hadn’t posted a single Weibo since then.

His finger hovered over the user’s ID. He let out a self-deprecating smirk and whispered to himself, “Will there really be someone…”

Before finishing the thought, he shook his head. He clicked the menu in the top right corner. He initially intended to hit the delete button, but his finger hesitated. He changed his mind and set the post to “Visible only to myself.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he posted a very brief, official response: I wish for peace.

As soon as the post went live, a flood of comments rushed in. He closed Weibo and uninstalled the app immediately.

Back at the rental apartment, Lin Yizhou tidied up the place simply and took a hot shower. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, the phone on the desk vibrated violently. Seeing it was a call from the nursing home caregiver, he answered at once.

The caregiver’s voice sounded frantic: “Mr. Lin, please come to the nursing home right away. Your mother is refusing to take her medicine and is threatening to kill herself.”

Lin Yizhou frowned, tossed his towel onto the sofa, grabbed his keys, and hurried out. “I’m on my way.”

At the nursing home, just as he opened the ward door, a water glass flew straight toward his face. Lin Yizhou didn’t have time to dodge; the glass struck him squarely on the cheek before falling.

With a sharp shatter, the glass smashed against the floor.

Gu Lan shrieked at him, “Get out! Don’t foul the air in my room!”

Lin Yizhou ignored her words. Stepping over the broken glass, he took another cup from the side, filled it with warm water, took the medicine, and held them out to Gu Lan.

Before he could speak, the cup was swiped out of his hand. It slammed against the wall and shattered—the second one.

“Do you think you haven’t embarrassed me enough already? Huh?” Gu Lan sat in her wheelchair, highly agitated. Though her body lacked significant mobility, she poked her finger hard into Lin Yizhou’s abdomen, her expression filled with loathing. “Now everyone in the hospital knows you like men and got dumped. Aren’t you disgusting? Ha!”

“You animal… wasn’t it enough that you ruined my life? Now you make people in the hospital look at me with those strange eyes. Get out!”

The interrogation hit him like a rainstorm, but Lin Yizhou was accustomed to it. He walked to the side, took a fresh cup, poured warm water, and offered the medicine to Gu Lan once more. “Mom, take the medicine first. Your health is what matters.”

This time, Gu Lan took the cup, but she didn’t drink.

With a sudden flick of her wrist—splash—the water was thrown directly into Lin Yizhou’s face, not a drop remaining.

The empty glass followed, pelted at his face. With a thud, a dark purple bruise quickly began to form on his pale, almost translucent skin.

As if he couldn’t feel the pain, Lin Yizhou didn’t worry about his face; he moved swiftly to catch the falling cup before it hit the floor.

He pulled out a tissue to dry his face and, without saying much, poured water again and held out the pills. “Mom, for Dan-dan’s sake, please take the medicine.”

Hardly had the words left his mouth when Lin Yidan’s anxious voice came from the doorway: “Mama!”

She rushed in, pushing Lin Yizhou aside. Kneeling before Gu Lan, her tears began to flow almost instantly. “Mama, what’s wrong? Why won’t you take your medicine? Are you going to leave me?”

Seeing her precious daughter crying like this, Gu Lan’s eyes moistened. She gently wiped away Lin Yidan’s tears and said softly, “How could Mama bear to leave my Dan-dan? I’ll take the medicine right now. Go and get it for me.”

Lin Yidan nodded obediently. She stood up, walked to Lin Yizhou, glared at him, and snatched the cup and pills from his hands to feed Gu Lan herself.

Once Gu Lan calmed down, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Accompanying Lin Yidan was her childhood friend, Lan Xingyue. Seeing Lin Yidan settle Gu Lan into sleep, she walked over to Lin Yizhou and whispered, “Brother Yizhou, don’t blame Dan-dan. She’s just… too worried.”

Lin Yizhou didn’t speak; he simply nodded in response.

After her outburst and the effects of the medication, Gu Lan soon fell into a deep sleep.

The three of them left the ward together. At the corner of the stairwell, as if she could finally hold it in no longer, Lin Yidan shoved Lin Yizhou against the wall. She grabbed his collar and screamed heart-wrenchingly, “Lin Yizhou, what exactly do you want?”

“You made me lose my father! Now do you want to make me lose my mother too?”

“You knew Mama was already disgusted by you being with a man. Why did you have to make the breakup public knowledge? You did it on purpose to sicken us, didn’t you?”

Lan Xingyue stepped forward, pulling Lin Yidan back by the shoulders to comfort her. “Dan-dan, calm down.”

Lin Yizhou’s expression remained unchanged. His eyelids drooped slightly, his long lashes casting a shadow over his lower lids. He spoke softly, “I’m sorry, but it wasn’t intentional.”

Lin Yidan tried to break free to lunge at him again, but Lan Xingyue held her tight. “Enough, Dan-dan. Calm down.”

Just then, a nurse walked by. She glanced at the three of them and said to Lin Yizhou, “Mr. Lin, please step over here so we can talk.”

Seeing the nurse trying to avoid her, Lin Yidan said excitedly, “Why avoid me? Is something wrong with my mother?”

The nurse explained calmly, “Rest assured, Miss Lin. Mrs. Gu’s physical condition is very stable.”

Lin Yidan wanted to say more, but Lin Yizhou interrupted, “Yue-yue, take Dan-dan back to school first.”

Lan Xingyue nodded and pulled the girl in her arms toward the exit.

“Wait.” Lin Yidan glared at Lin Yizhou, her voice cold. “I don’t care about anything else, but if it’s about Mama, you had better. Not. Hide. It. From. Me.”

Lin Yizhou looked up directly at his sister and nodded with extreme composure.

Once he confirmed they had left, Lin Yizhou turned to the nurse. “What did you want to tell me?”

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