Kiss you at Sunset (BL) - Chapter 4

Miao Xiaoqing seemed to be hooked on the topic and wouldn’t let it go. “How did he deceive you? Did he cheat you out of money or put a green hat on you?”

Yang Jin wasn’t angry. He just shifted his gaze, his dark eyes briefly locking onto Zhou Shiluo before quickly looking away.

But that one glance sent a shiver down Zhou Shiluo’s spine.

Yang Jin’s next words came immediately after: “He tricked me… out of my body.”

His tone was casual, yet within that casualness, there was a faint trace of grievance. Zhou Shiluo froze, his heart skipping a beat. Combined with Yang Jin’s gaze, it made Zhou Shiluo wonder—could the “deceiver” he was talking about actually be him?

But he quickly dismissed the thought. After all, in all the years he had known Yang Jin, their relationship had always been one of brotherhood—nothing more. Besides, during that incident two years ago, he was clearly the one on the bottom.

Miao Xiaoqing chuckled, putting away the iodine, removing her gloves, and writing down a prescription for antibiotics as she said, “A girl’s innocence was taken by you, yet you’re the one complaining? Sounds more like you took advantage.”

Yang Jin didn’t respond. Even when Miao Xiaoqing continued giving instructions about his wound care, he only replied with a few perfunctory grunts. Then, he paid for the medicine and left.

Zhou Shiluo quickly followed him and blocked his path. This time, surprisingly, Yang Jin didn’t curse. Instead, his eyes, filled with unreadable emotions, looked at Zhou Shiluo for a moment before he said indifferently, “Mr. Zhou, my injury has been checked, and I’ve bought the medicine. Can you step aside now?”

The sorrow in Yang Jin’s eyes caused an unexpected ache in Zhou Shiluo’s chest. He wondered if he had unintentionally brought up some painful memory. He hesitated for a second before stepping aside. It wasn’t until Yang Jin had walked over ten meters away that Zhou Shiluo suddenly snapped back to his senses and called out, “Don’t forget to apply the medicine!”

Yang Jin ignored him, instead quickening his pace as if he would catch the plague if he stayed any longer.

Zhou Shiluo cursed under his breath, “Damn bastard.” He felt he had already been kind enough—if it were anyone else, they would’ve beaten Yang Jin up a hundred times over for what happened two years ago.

Without returning for his coat, Zhou Shiluo got into his car and drove home.

At the beginning of the year, he had bought a two-bedroom apartment near the school. It wasn’t big—just 80 square meters—but it was expensive.

He had originally planned to take out a loan, but somehow, his father got wind of it. Upon learning that his son wanted to buy an apartment, he immediately paid for it in full. Zhou Shiluo initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought, if he really didn’t take anything from his father, wouldn’t that just benefit some random woman outside?

So, not only did he take the apartment, but he also took a 400,000-yuan car and an overpriced parking space in the community.

When Zhou Shiluo returned home, the first thing he noticed was how empty the place felt. He had planned to buy a sofa and a bed for the second bedroom today to make the space feel more like a home, but things didn’t go as planned.

He hadn’t bought a thing, and instead, he ran into Yang Jin.

Zhou Shiluo went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of warm water, and downed it in one go. Water dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away carelessly with the back of his hand.

Then, suddenly, he remembered what happened two years ago.

Back then, he had rushed back to the capital afterward, deliberately filling his schedule with work, subconsciously blocking out the memory, forcing himself not to think about it. At some point later—he wasn’t sure exactly when—he suddenly thought of Yang Jin again and realized that the anger he once felt had already faded.

Perhaps his resentment toward Yang Jin had only lasted for that one day when they had slept together.

Just as Zhou Shiluo was lost in thought, his phone rang.

When he pulled it out and saw the caller ID, it was his mom.

Three years ago, when his parents divorced, he had thrown a fit—refusing to eat or drink, even dropping out of school and running away from home. He hated his father for cheating, but he also resented his mother for not fighting for the family.

He could lash out at Zhou Chongde without hesitation, but when it came to his mother, he could never bring himself to be harsh.

“Comrade Xiao Zhou, no classes today?” Tan Cui had served in the military for two years, and ever since Zhou Shiluo started working, she had been calling him this.

“Comrade Xiao Tan, your son has had Wednesdays off since he started teaching.”

On the other end of the line, the woman let out an exaggerated “Oh,” pretending to be surprised. “Oops, I forgot.” Then, without wasting time, she got to the point—though she tried to make it sound mysterious. “Guess who I ran into today?”

Tan Cui loved to travel. If Zhou Shiluo had to guess where she was now, he probably wouldn’t even get that right, let alone guess who she had met.

“Who?” he played along.

Tan Cui clicked her tongue, calling him boring, then finally revealed the answer: “Your Aunt Lingling.”

Aunt Lingling? Zhou Shiluo froze. He searched his mind for any relative with a name related to “Ling” but came up empty.

Just as he was about to ask, his mother impatiently gave him a hint. “My best friend from school, the neighbor from your grandma’s house—the one with a son six or seven years younger than you.”

She paused, and then after a whispered comment from the other end, she rephrased, “You know, the kid who used to run straight to you as soon as he opened his eyes—Xiao Jin. Do you remember?”

Zhou Shiluo suddenly remembered. Yang Jin’s mother was indeed named He Lingling.

He didn’t have a bad memory—he had just always called her Aunt He when he was younger, never “Aunt Lingling.”

“Aunt Lingling” sounded… wrong.

He responded with a simple “Mm” to show that he remembered, then suddenly found it ironic. What kind of day was this?

He ran into Yang Jin, and his mother ran into Yang Jin’s mother.

Tan Cui and He Lingling had been best friends in their youth. Tan Cui had once described He Lingling to Zhou Shiluo as a kind, warm, and gentle woman who couldn’t even bring herself to squash a bug. She often urged young Zhou Shiluo to visit her.

But the He Lingling that Zhou Shiluo knew was nothing like that. He disliked people who were two-faced and always wondered what kind of spell she had cast on his mother.

Now, years later, one was widowed, and the other was divorced. Naturally, their rekindled friendship only grew stronger.

“You went back home?” Zhou Shiluo asked.

Tan Cui chuckled. “No, I’m at the beach. I just happened to run into your Aunt Lingling. We were catching up and realized something interesting, so I had to call you right away.”

Zhou Shiluo was amused. “What could possibly be so important?”

Tan Cui’s voice turned even more excited. “Xiao Jin is in the capital too! And guess what? He’s studying at the same university you did! You’re teaching right next door—have you run into him?”

Zhou Shiluo thought of the battered Yang Jin he had just seen and hesitated. He finally settled on saying, “I saw him today.”

Then, after some rustling sounds, a new voice came on the phone. “Hello, Xiao Luo, this is Aunt He.”

Zhou Shiluo greeted her politely.

He Lingling immediately asked, “You saw Xiao Jin? How is he? Is he eating well? Has he lost weight?”

Zhou Shiluo thought, How would I know?

He forced a vague answer, “He looked fine.”

Then, his mother made things worse. “Shiluo, take care of Xiao Jin while he’s in the capital, okay?”

Minutes later, she even added him and Yang Jin into a new family chat:

“Loyal Cui Cui” changed the group name to: One Big Happy Family.