After Dumping the Scumbag Top, I Was Relentlessly Chased by a Top-Tier Idol - Chapter 46

Jiang Siyuan and Song Chizheng were the first to finish tying a wooden board.

“Azheng.” Song Chizheng was about to turn and leave when he was called back by Jiang Siyuan from the opposite side of the frame. “Stay here and study how to bind these effectively. I’ll go grab the boards myself to save time.”

Since they needed to create obstacles for the neighboring team and establish an advantage for themselves, researching how to tie the boards to the frame to cause the maximum obstruction was undoubtedly necessary.

Song Chizheng frowned. “Can you manage on your own?”

“No problem,” Jiang Siyuan said as he walked toward the pile of wooden boards. “We’ll take turns. You can go get them next time.”

Song Chizheng nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Lin Yizhou and Shen Xu finished tying a board and walked toward the woodpile together.

Jiang Siyuan stood in the middle of the boards, picked one up, and turned around with extreme speed. Lin Yizhou, who was walking behind him, didn’t have time to dodge and was struck squarely in the forehead by the board.

Fortunately, Shen Xu, who was behind Lin Yizhou, was quick-witted and stepped forward to catch the aggressively swinging board.

However, a gash was still opened on Lin Yizhou’s forehead, and blood began to trickle down his cheek.

Seeing this, Shen Xu’s pale blue eyes instantly deepened, looking like a bottomless dark sea.

He forcibly snatched the board from his hands, swung it up, and prepared to strike Jiang Siyuan’s head without hesitation.

Lin Yizhou realized something was wrong with his state of mind and quickly lunged forward to grab the board, tossing it aside. But Shen Xu only gave him a glance and walked straight toward the woodpile.

Lin Yizhou ran over, wrapping his arms around Shen Xu’s waist from the front and holding him tightly.

“Calm down, Shen Xu, I’m fine.”

Shen Xu glared at the person cowering behind Song Chizheng, gritting his teeth as he spoke in a heavy voice, “Captain, let go of me. Blood for blood is only natural.”

Jiang Siyuan slowly poked his head out from behind Song Chizheng, his brow slightly furrowed and his fox-like eyes drooping slightly, looking pitiable. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Lin Yizhou pressed Shen Xu’s head down, trying to make him rest his forehead on his shoulder to avoid seeing Jiang Siyuan, but Shen Xu refused to lower his head and even tried to break free.

“My forehead hurts a bit, Shen Xu. Can you take me to get it cleaned up?”

The body in his arms trembled and stopped struggling.

Shen Xu: “Right, we should find a doctor first.”

“Yes.” Lin Yizhou immediately let go of him and pulled him outward. “Take me to find a doctor.”

Director Tu blew a whistle and announced, “Task suspended for a moment.”

Watching the backs of several staff members following Lin Yizhou away, Jiang Siyuan grabbed Song Chizheng, who wanted to follow: “Azheng, I really didn’t mean it.”

Song Chizheng looked at his slightly trembling hands and cursed himself for being a bastard—his lover was this scared, yet he was thinking about another unrelated man.

He pulled Jiang Siyuan into his arms, stroking the back of his head to comfort him. “It’s okay, Sisi. No matter what happens, I’m here.”

Jiang Siyuan nodded obediently in his arms, but his gaze gradually turned vicious, and his hands, hanging at their sides, clenched into fists.

f*ck, that dog Jiang Siyuan definitely did it on purpose!

I’m pissed! Looking at that force, if Shen Xu hadn’t blocked it, someone might have actually died on the spot!

Are those of you saying Jiang did it on purpose serious? You’re pinning a label like that on an innocent person!

Exactly. Did Lin Yizhou grow eyes in the back of his head? He clearly saw the person holding a board and about to turn, yet he still crowded in.

Right, why not say this was Lin Yizhou’s tactic? To frame Jiang Siyuan and gain Song Chizheng’s attention.

Damn, would you risk your life just to get a man’s attention?

When Jiang Siyuan picked it up, Lin Yizhou had already retreated! The spatial distance between them was enough! It was clearly Jiang Siyuan who intentionally stepped back twice and slowed down his turn. Lin Yizhou walked that way to avoid it, which is why he got hit so hard!

The person above is right. No one is an idiot; if you see a pole in front of you, you don’t slam your face into it!

Side note: Did anyone else find Shen Xu terrifying just now? Not just Jiang Siyuan, even I was scared behind the screen.

Me too, first time seeing Shen Xu lose his temper…

In the Medical Room

Lin Yizhou pulled Shen Xu inside and shoved him into a chair, but he wasn’t as strong as Shen Xu; the man in front of him quickly broke free and stood up abruptly.

Looking at the bloody mark on Lin Yizhou’s forehead, his face was full of heartache: “Captain, did you remember wrong? You’re the one who got hit.”

“I’m really fine, you blocked most of the force. Be good.” Lin Yizhou spoke as if coaxing a child, making him sit down again.

Director Tu smacked his own forehead in regret; he should have hired more professional doctors earlier.

“No, I’m the one who’s fine.” Shen Xu stood up again, pulling Lin Yizhou’s hand to try and make him sit, his voice so urgent he sounded like he might cry, helpless as a child. “Captain, don’t argue with me, okay?”

Just as Lin Yizhou was about to speak, the team doctor cut in: “Your name is Lin Yizhou, right? Young man, come here first. I’ll check you over.”

Lin Yizhou realized immediately that if he didn’t get checked first, Shen Xu wouldn’t agree to it either. If they kept stalemating, it wouldn’t benefit anyone.

He sat down.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Director Tu stood by the table, looking at the doctor with a serious expression. Several key staff members who followed stood further away, quiet as cicadas in winter.

The doctor stood up, pressing several spots on his head and asking how he felt, then checked his eyes and ears before putting away the flashlight.

During this process, Shen Xu’s emotions gradually calmed. He asked, “Doctor, how is it?”

Doctor: “It’s fine, no internal injury.”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yizhou immediately stood up and pushed Shen Xu into the seat. “Doctor, please check his hand carefully. He blocked the flying board just now.”

“Captain, I…”

Before he could finish, Lin Yizhou interrupted: “Be obedient.”

Shen Xu sat down quietly.

The doctor had the assistant doctor clean Lin Yizhou’s wound while he pressed on Shen Xu’s palm: “How does this feel?”

“It’s okay, a bit numb.” Shen Xu’s expression didn’t change.

The doctor pressed a few more areas to confirm the condition, then removed his glove. There was a clear, long rectangular red mark on his palm, but no other wounds.

The doctor summarized: “There are no major issues, but there might be some residual shock. His hand might lack strength for the next two days. You can massage the arm to soothe it.”

A collective sigh of relief seemed to sweep through the tent.

Director Tu was completely relieved. “Thank you, doctor.”

He turned around to face Lin Yizhou, looking hesitant.

Lin Yizhou seemed to read his mind: “I don’t need rest. Once the wound is cleaned, we can continue recording.”

Director Tu looked at Shen Xu.

Shen Xu slowly looked up, his aura extremely low. “Is that all you care about?”

“Even if you bump into someone on the street, the other person says sorry. Are you planning to just muddle through this now?”

In fact, Director Tu had already sent someone to negotiate with Jiang Siyuan’s side to get an apology, but Song Chizheng had said: “Does it take two hands to clap? Do you have eyes in the back of your head?”

“This incident is ultimately Lin Yizhou’s responsibility.”

“But an apology isn’t out of the question. Have Shen Xu come over and apologize to Sisi first.”

“Fine, let’s go.” Shen Xu sneered after hearing this, standing up leisurely while gritting his teeth. “Fine, let’s go. I’ll go give him a good apology.”

He walked out.

Judging by his stance, he clearly wasn’t going there to apologize…

Director Tu wanted to stop him, but remembering Shen Xu’s “mad dog” state earlier, he was still fearful. If Lin Yizhou hadn’t stopped him, he couldn’t imagine what would have happened.

He paused and sent a pleading look to Lin Yizhou.

Just then, Lin Yizhou’s wound dressing was finished. He got up and stopped Shen Xu.

Before he could speak, Shen Xu looked into his eyes, showing no intention of backing down. “Captain, you can swallow this, but the company won’t forgive it. Do you remember the company slogan?”

“If people don’t cross me, we live in harmony; if people cross me, I pay them back twofold.”

Lin Yizhou naturally remembered. “I’m not going to swallow it. Let me handle it myself, okay?”

Shen Xu was slightly surprised but nodded.

The Other Tent

They arrived at another tent one Director Tu had specifically cleared out because Song Chizheng felt Jiang Siyuan was startled.

Inside, Song Chizheng sat on one side of a folding bed, and Jiang Siyuan lay with his head on Song’s lap, hugging his waist, still looking terrified.

Hearing the movement at the door, Song Chizheng looked up. Seeing the gauze on Lin Yizhou’s forehead, he frowned slightly, his thoughts unclear. But his brow soon smoothed out, his expression turning cold and thin as he smirked. “This posture… are you here to apologize?”

Hearing this, Jiang Siyuan turned slightly to look at the group of people.

Lin Yizhou didn’t speak. He walked over gracefully, grabbed Jiang Siyuan’s wrist, and pulled him up.

Before Jiang Siyuan could react, he felt a gust of wind beside him, and the grip on his hand was yanked and released.

Song Chizheng flashed in front of him, tearing Lin Yizhou’s hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Song Chizheng’s eyes narrowed. “Last time you were doing little things behind my back, and now you dare to hurt him right in front of me?”

Last time?

Lin Yizhou quickly realized. It was when he used the umbrella handle to push Jiang Siyuan away…

Before Lin Yizhou could move, a shadow loomed behind him. A hand wrapped in gauze soon appeared on Song Chizheng’s arm. The owner of the hand said in a frigid tone: “Let go.”

Song Chizheng was unmoved, his grip tightening.

His expression changed slightly, and he let go of Lin Yizhou.

Seeing him let go, Shen Xu immediately dropped Song’s hand as if discarding trash.

Song Chizheng surreptitiously moved his hand behind his back, flexing his fingers.

Lin Yizhou took a step forward, shielding Shen Xu behind him. He lifted his eyelids to look at Song Chizheng, his face expressionless and his tone flat. “I didn’t use force on your lover. You don’t need to be so nervous.”

He then leaned toward Jiang Siyuan, ensuring the other could see the bandaged wound on his forehead clearly. In a cold voice, he said: “Mr. Jiang, this is the wound caused by your ‘accident.’ I believe you owe me an apology.”

Song Chizheng stood by and was about to speak when Lin Yizhou, as if anticipating his reaction, stood straight. He was half a head shorter than Song Chizheng; though he was looking up, his eyelids were slightly lowered, his gaze cold. “I know President Song feels for his lover and wants to protect him. But there is a sequence to things. He accidentally injured me first. It is only natural that he apologizes to me first.”

“A great figure like President Song… wouldn’t be so unreasonable as to ignore that logic, right?”

“There are…” Lin Yizhou glanced at one of the cameras, his tone haunting, “so many cameras here.”

The cameras in the tent weren’t live, but they were recording.

With every word Lin Yizhou spoke, the furrow in Song Chizheng’s brow deepened.

The Lin Yizhou before him seemed very familiar, yet very strange.

He vaguely remembered that in his earliest impressions, Lin Yizhou was like this: beautiful, noble, and sharp like a star hanging in the night sky. Even if it was a small one, it was bright and attractive enough.

But there was something else now.

A coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

When he first pursued Lin Yizhou, although the other was indifferent, it felt like a mere sense of distance, not like this.

It gave him a feeling that he could never grasp him again.

He felt inexplicably irritable.

Furthermore, the other had referred to Jiang Siyuan as his lover a statement that should have been perfectly correct.

Why… did it sound so grating to his ears?

“President Song is silent.” Lin Yizhou’s voice remained calm, as if the person speaking wasn’t him. “I’ll take that as your permission.”

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