After Dumping the Scumbag Top, I Was Relentlessly Chased by a Top-Tier Idol - Chapter 49

From the moment of his birth, Lin Yizhou was never wanted.

In the year he turned six, he accidentally overheard the family servants gossiping:

“Before I came to this house, I heard the master of the house favored daughters over sons. I thought it was fake, but looking at the young master’s situation, this…” A servant sighed softly. “In this era where favoring boys over girls is rampant, I’ve lived many years and this is the first time I’ve seen someone favor girls over boys.”

“Live long enough and you’ll see anything.”

“The young master is truly too pitiful, loved by neither father nor mother.”

“Isn’t that the truth? As long as the Master dislikes him, the Madam only hates him more.”

“Still, they can’t just leave a child neglected like this. He’s only a six-year-old boy. The Master isn’t home nine days out of ten, and the Madam goes out to enjoy herself every day. She even forbids us from cooking anything for the young master to eat. This is…”

“I advise you to say less. Don’t meddle in the masters’ business. Just do as they say. Don’t go looking for trouble if you want to keep this job.”

Before he was six, Lin Yizhou spent most of his time at home alone. Since the servants didn’t dare to cook for him, he had to search the house for food himself every time.

In truth, there were many delicious snacks and desserts at home because Gu Lan liked to eat them.

Once, he was so hungry he couldn’t stand it and secretly ate a piece of dessert from the fridge. It was so, so sweet. After eating one piece, his stomach was still growling, so he couldn’t help himself and ate another.

When Gu Lan found out after returning home, she slapped him twice across the face and immediately threw him into the pitch-black basement, telling him to reflect on his actions.

After that, he never dared to steal Gu Lan’s snacks or small cakes again. If he was hungry, he drank water; if he was desperately hungry, he went to sleep.

Until one day, unable to bear the hunger any longer, he sneaked into the pantry and found a box filled with long, thin noodles.

Since so many were piled together, it wouldn’t matter if he cooked just a little bit to eat, right? He happened to have seen how to cook them on TV.

He knelt before the large box, rubbed his growling stomach, and took a small bundle with his tiny hands. Keeping an eye on the servants’ movements, he scurried back to his room like a thief to hide the noodles.

Around ten o’clock that night, once the servants had gone to sleep, he sneaked into the kitchen. He moved a small stool to the front of the stove, climbed up, took down a pot, moved the stool to the sink, washed the pot, filled it with water… repeating this process several times, he finally got the noodles cooking.

Just as he relaxed, he heard footsteps behind him. His body jolted. He yanked open a cabinet and scrambled inside to hide.

Before long, he heard a voice from outside: “Young Master, is that you?”

It was the servant who had called him pitiful.

They all said he was pitiful, but none had ever actually taken pity on him. He couldn’t be caught.

Little Lin Yizhou curled up in the corner of the cabinet, holding his breath tightly, not daring to make a sound.

The sound gradually approached. Lin Yizhou hugged himself tightly, wishing he could shrink, turn invisible, or make everyone unable to see him…

The cabinet door was opened, and a sliver of light shone in, illuminating a corner of the dark cabinet.

Lin Yizhou looked up with tear-blurred eyes, sobbing uncontrollably: “Auntie, please… don’t take me to the basement. It’s so dark there, I’m so scared. I’ll… never steal food again.”

The hand opening the door paused, then pushed it completely open. The woman smiled and held out two eggs: “Young Master, look at what these are.”

Lin Yizhou froze, letting out a sob-hiccup: “E-eggs.”

“That’s right, the Young Master is so smart.” The maid smiled. “Come out quickly, I’ll teach you how to cook the eggs with the noodles. It’s delicious.”

A flicker of hope lit up Lin Yizhou’s face, though he hesitated: “Is Mother back?”

He was afraid this was just a trick to get him out so they could easily drag him to the basement.

“Madam hasn’t returned yet,” the maid urged with a smile. “Quickly now.”

Lin Yizhou climbed out hesitantly. The maid picked him up, sat him on the stool, wiped his face with a tissue, and whispered: “Young Master, let’s move fast before Madam gets back.”

Lin Yizhou nodded with red eyes, stood up on the stool, and listened intently to the maid’s instructions on how to cook noodles.

In less than ten minutes, a bowl of steaming noodle soup was ready.

Lin Yizhou’s stomach growled right on cue.

The maid patted his head: “You must be starving, Young Master. Eat up.”

The next day, the maid secretly took him to the pantry and showed him a hidden spot: “Young Master, from now on, I will secretly put some simple foods here things where the quantity isn’t easily noticed. I’ll write down the instructions on small slips of paper. You can cook them with your noodles.”

“This is our little secret, okay?”

Lin Yizhou nodded vigorously, his ink-black eyes brightening.

Since then, Lin Yizhou began receiving beef, shrimp… from that “secret base.”

This situation lasted for a year, because a year later, Lin Yidan was born.

Lin Shaode was overjoyed. For a long time, he left early and came home early, coaxing Lin Yidan to eat and playing with her.

Lin Yizhou was very grateful for his sister’s arrival; it brought a lot of peace to the house. Even though he still felt like an outsider, he was content as long as he wasn’t being beaten by his parents and could eat his fill.

But what he didn’t expect was that later, his sister would become his next nightmare.

Naturally, Lin Yizhou didn’t tell Song Chizheng all these things in detail. He only mentioned them briefly, wanting the other to be part of his past and understand him better.

He believed that in a relationship, mutual understanding and trust were the most important things.

“Or rather,” Song Chizheng continued to himself before Lin Yizhou could react, “do you think there are too many personal grudges between us, and you don’t want to accept food from my hand?”

Lin Yizhou gave a cold laugh and lazily looked up at Song Chizheng: “Why don’t you elaborate, CEO Song? What exactly are the ‘personal grudges’ between us?”

Song Chizheng’s eyes narrowed. Before he could speak, a piece of peeled shrimp was held to his lips. Jiang Siyuan smiled at him: “Come on, open up.”

Song Chizheng glanced at him and ate it.

“How does it taste?” Jiang Siyuan asked with a smile.

“Since you peeled it, it tastes great naturally,” Song Chizheng smiled slightly.

“Are you tricking me into peeling shrimp for you?” Jiang Siyuan joked.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Song Chizheng pushed the noodle bowl toward him and picked up a shrimp. “I’ll peel one for you.”

Jiang Siyuan kissed him on the cheek: “Thanks, hubby.”

Song Chizheng’s hand paused. He hadn’t intended to respond, but feeling Lin Yizhou’s gaze on them, he instantly curled his lips and leaned his face toward Jiang Siyuan: “Not enough sincerity.”

Jiang Siyuan laughed and leaned in to kiss him again.

Pei Yutai was busy eating, but when he looked up and saw this, he shivered. He couldn’t help teasing: “Brother Jiang, aren’t you guys being a bit too mushy?”

Jiang Siyuan didn’t mind the teasing and smiled: “Is little brother jealous?”

Pei Yutai didn’t speak, but if he were to say if he was a little bit jealous… he felt he was.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Jiang Siyuan laughed. “Not that I’m afraid of you laughing, but I was the one who pursued Ah Zheng first.”

Pei Yutai had just taken a mouthful of rice; hearing this, his mouth hung open in shock.

“Really?” A moment later, he swallowed and looked incredulous.

“Truer than pearls.” Jiang Siyuan glanced at Song Chizheng. “He was so hard to chase. At first, he even said he didn’t like guys. It took me a lot of effort.”

“Stop talking.” Song Chizheng said expressionlessly, holding a shrimp to his mouth. “Eat.”

Jiang Siyuan ate it, pretending to glance casually at Lin Yizhou, only to find the other completely unmoved.

He could see that Lin Yizhou truly had no feelings left for Song Chizheng. However, the man’s current posture was somehow… an eyesore.

Just then, Nan Qiguang’s team returned. Hearing the commotion, Pei Yutai stopped eating and looked over. He saw Jiang Yi walking toward him with a slight frown.

Jiang Yi reached out and brushed a grain of rice off Pei Yutai’s face: “You’re a grown man, and you still get rice on your face while eating.”

Without waiting for a reaction, he turned and left.

Pei Yutai froze on the spot, blinking several times. Internally, he was howling: That wasn’t a grain of rice he took, it was my heart! Waaaah!

He tried his best to suppress his racing heart and sat up straight as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Siyuan looked at him: “Little brother, don’t go thinking about giving him food. Keep your head clear.”

Pei Yutai:

Song Chizheng’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.

After finishing lunch, Lin Yizhou patted Shen Xu’s arm and stood up, signaling for him to follow.

Shen Xu didn’t know why, but he obediently followed.

Lin Yizhou walked to the wooden shed and sat cross-legged on the straw mat, then patted the spot in front of him.

Shen Xu wasn’t shy; he strode over, sat down in the same way, and leaned forward slightly. He smiled like the bright morning sun: “What is it, Captain? Do you want to have a heart-to-heart with me?”

A warm breath brushed against his cheek, but Lin Yizhou remained as steady as a mountain: “Turn your injured hand toward me. I’ll massage it for you.”

“So that’s what this is about.” Shen Xu shook his head slightly, grabbed Lin Yizhou’s shoulders, and pushed him down to lie down. “I’m fine. You didn’t rest last night. Take this chance to get some sleep.”

Just as Lin Yizhou was about to sit up, the experienced Shen Xu quickly pinned him back down and whispered in his ear: “Captain, there are so many cameras right now. It’s not good for us to be struggling like this, right? Be good and sleep, okay?”

The summer sun hung high and hot.

The wind blowing through the jungle swirled into the shed, tossing their hair. As it brushed against his face, Lin Yizhou’s calm heart felt as though a breeze had been stirred within it.

Without waiting for Shen Xu to get up, Lin Yizhou closed his eyes and turned on his side, his back to him: “Remember to massage your hand. I’m sleeping.”

Shen Xu let out a soft laugh: “Okay.”

Then, with one hand behind his head, he lay down beside him.

Pei Yutai, sitting at the wooden table, watched the two of them lying together. He leaned toward Wen Yue’s ear and whispered: “Sister Yue, don’t you think the vibe between Brother Xu and the Captain feels even sweeter than the actual couple in our team?”

Wen Yue smiled and nodded in agreement, whispering back: “And I think they’ll probably become the real deal.”

Pei Yutai nodded vigorously. He took a breath as if to say something more, but then seemed to remember something and held it back. His gaze flickered to Song Chizheng, who was staring at the shed. Lowering his voice even further, he said: “Sister Yue, don’t you think this CEO Song is a bit… unusual?”

Wen Yue sighed softly and said: “For some people, it takes a long time to see their own feelings clearly.”

“You mean…” Pei Yutai suddenly realized the volume of his voice and covered his mouth, but he still felt a cold gaze land on him.

It felt like an ice blade.

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