Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 11
Jiang Yutang mentioned a KTV place, which happened to be the same one Zhou Shiluo used to frequent during his school days.
Back then, as the head of the publicity department, he often attended department gatherings, and after every meal, they would head there to sing. The main reason? It was close to campus, making it convenient to return to the dorms afterward.
Because of how often he went, he even got himself a lifetime membership card. He still remembered Liu Linshen trying to stop him, insisting that there was no guarantee the place would still be around after graduation, so why waste money on it?
But Zhou Shiluo got the card anyway. He figured he’d keep coming back, and after a few visits, it would pay for itself. Anything after that would be a bonus.
However, after getting into grad school, the group scattered—some started working, others continued studying. Zhou Shiluo himself hadn’t been back since, and that membership card had been tossed into a long-unused drawer.
He briefly considered asking if they needed a membership card, but then remembered Jiang Yutang had already sent him the specific private room number. That probably meant the payment was already settled. Bringing it up now would just be unnecessary.
After exchanging WeChat contacts, Jiang Yutang casually suggested lunch together, but Zhou Shiluo declined without hesitation.
For one, Jiang Yutang had only mentioned it as a polite gesture rather than a genuine invitation. And two, they weren’t familiar enough—forcing a one-on-one meal would just be awkward.
Zhou Shiluo found a random excuse, and Jiang Yutang, understanding the situation, didn’t press the issue. He simply reminded him about Saturday’s event one last time before bouncing away.
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On Saturday morning, at 8:30, Zhou Shiluo forced himself out of bed.
Lately, he had nothing going on at school, so weekends were his time to rest. He loved sleeping in—if it was a holiday, he wouldn’t get up until lunchtime at the earliest.
The only reason he was up so early today was that the bed he ordered online was being delivered, and the delivery guy had told him it would arrive around 9 AM.
Not wanting to be caught half-asleep, Zhou Shiluo got up half an hour early to freshen up.
The downside of waking up early? By 8:50, he was starving. He rummaged through the kitchen for a while and only found two raw eggs in the fridge.
He rarely cooked, and he had no idea when he had bought those eggs. But after thinking for a moment, he figured they were probably still good.
Between ordering delivery and waiting while starving, or just frying the eggs now and eating immediately, he picked the latter without hesitation.
He was confident he could fry and eat two eggs in ten minutes.
Quickly, he turned on the stove, poured oil, waited for it to heat up, and cracked an egg into the pan.
Just as he was about to scoop out the first egg and crack the second, his phone rang.
Turning around, he grabbed his phone with one hand while keeping an eye on the pan with the other.
“Mr. Wu, are you home? This is Jia’ai Furniture. We’re downstairs. Can we come in?” The delivery guy’s polite voice came through as soon as he answered.
Zhou Shiluo glanced at the wall clock—8:55. They’re early.
“Yeah, come on up,” he replied.
The guy on the other end responded with a cheerful “Got it,” and hung up. Almost immediately, the intercom at the entrance buzzed.
Must’ve called me right from the building entrance.
He didn’t have time to deal with the eggs, so he quickly turned off the stove and went to open the door.
In his hurry, his sleeve accidentally knocked over the second egg that hadn’t been cracked yet.
Smack.
It hit the floor, the yolk and whites spilling out into a messy puddle.
Zhou Shiluo frowned, clicked his tongue in annoyance, and summed up this series of unfortunate events with just two words—bad luck.
The doorbell kept ringing, so he had to ignore the mess and stride toward the entrance.
The intercom screen showed two people. The man in front looked to be in his forties, practically shoving his face into the camera like he was trying to crawl through the screen. Behind him, the other man was the complete opposite, his baseball cap pulled low, covering most of his face.
After a quick glance, Zhou Shiluo opened the door.
His apartment was on the fifth floor. Originally, he had preferred higher floors, but when he was house-hunting, the only available units were the fifth floor of Building One and the eighteenth floor of Building Four.
The eighteenth-floor unit was nearly 20 square meters bigger for the same price, and its three-bedroom layout instantly caught his eye. But because of the number eighteen, people around him kept advising against it, influenced by traditional superstitions.
He found it a bit ridiculous, but in the end, he went with the majority opinion and bought the fifth-floor unit.
The delivery guys soon arrived. Standing by the door, he nearly jumped when the elevator doors opened—the entire cabin was packed with large packages.
The delivery guy squeezed his way out, standing on his toes. Seeing Zhou Shiluo, he confirmed, “Mr. Wu?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” Zhou Shiluo responded naturally, then rolled up his sleeves to help move the disassembled bed pieces from the elevator.
He was already used to being called “Mr. Wu.”
This name had a long history—it dated back to his first online shopping experience.
When online shopping first became popular, people were wary about privacy and didn’t want to use their real names.
He remembered how girls in his class would use cute names like “Little Fairy” or “So-and-So’s Wife” (usually referring to celebrities).
At the time, Daniel Wu (Wu Yanzu) was the hottest celebrity, and every class had at least seven or eight girls claiming to be “Daniel Wu’s wife.” The only way to differentiate their deliveries was by checking the last digits of their phone numbers.
Seeing this, the boys joked that they’d start naming their packages after Daniel Wu the next day. But in the end, only Zhou Shiluo actually did it.
Not because he wanted to take advantage of the name—he simply believed his looks were on par with Daniel Wu’s.
He had been using that name ever since, much to Liu Linshen’s frequent complaints about his shamelessness.
With the help of the installation guy, they quickly moved all the bed parts inside.
The guy, slightly overweight, was sweating a little. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and introduced himself with a smile, “I’m Yang. Good thing there’s an elevator—carrying this up by hand would’ve been brutal.”
Zhou Shiluo chuckled slightly. The bed was made of solid wood, so it was definitely heavy. As he caught his breath, he realized something was off. Curious, he asked, “Master Yang, weren’t there two of you earlier? Where’s the other guy?”
Yang slapped his forehead as if he had just remembered. “Oh, right! The mattress didn’t fit, so I brought the bed up first. My nephew’s watching it downstairs.”
Seeming reluctant to go back down, Yang simply took out his phone and called, “Hey, Jin, the elevator’s clear. Bring the mattress up.”
After hanging up, he turned to Zhou Shiluo with a smile.
“Mr. Wu, can I smoke in the hallway?” He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Zhou Shiluo. “Want one?”
Zhou Shiluo froze for a second, shaking his head absentmindedly. He had no mind for smoking right now—Jin and Yang? That combination instantly reminded him of someone.
A bad feeling crept up on him. His thoughts paused for a moment. No way. If it really is him, I should go buy a lottery ticket today.
Yang mistook his hesitation, thinking he was strict about smoking indoors. Since rich people often had more rules, he quickly dropped the idea.
Just then, the elevator arrived.
A figure emerged from behind the mattress, tugging off his hat irritably due to the heat. As he lazily glanced up—he suddenly froze.
Yang Jin couldn’t believe his eyes. Am I hallucinating from the heat, or is Zhou Shiluo really standing there?
Seeing his reaction, Zhou Shiluo had only one thought—Yep. Definitely buying that lottery ticket.
Yang, oblivious to the tension, urged, “What are you standing around for? Hurry up and take the mattress inside for Mr. Wu.”
That only made Yang Jin even more determined.
He stared straight at Zhou Shiluo, scanning him up and down before sneering, “You’re going by Wu Yanzu now? Since when did you change your name?”