Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH47

Chapter 47: Jiang Lin

The fleeing survivors had long since frozen in their tracks. Huddled together in a sheltered hollow nearby, they watched the one-sided massacre unfold with wide, disbelieving eyes, their faces pale with shock and lingering terror. It took a long while for reality to sink in.

“We’re… we’re saved… Good heavens, I really thought my life was over this time…” An older man with graying hair, wrapped in a tattered, padded coat, felt his knees give out. He sank heavily into the snowbank, burying his face in his trembling hands as his shoulders shook violently—whether from the biting frost or raw panic, no one could tell.

“My god… how are they so strong? All those monsters… wiped out in just a few minutes…” A young woman who looked like a college student clutched her friend’s sleeve with white knuckles, staring at Chu Yang and his group with overwhelming awe once the initial fear subsided.

Among the ragged crowd, however, a strikingly pretty young woman in a clean white down parka kept her eyes locked onto Chu Yang. The terror in her gaze steadily dissolved, replaced by sudden, incredulous realization.

It was Jiang Lin.

Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to run into Chu Yang out here in the middle of nowhere. This was the same boy who had once followed her around like a lost puppy, trying every trick in the book to win her favor—the devoted admirer she had kept on the hook as a convenient backup.

When they had separated back at the university, she had naturally assumed Chu Yang had died in some forgotten corner of the city. Yet here he was, not only breathing, but thriving.

Watching the sharp, ruthless efficiency of his blade work just moments ago, he seemed like a completely different person from the timid boy in her memory who had always worn an eager, fawning smile.

While Jiang Lin’s mind raced with a whirlwind of calculating thoughts, Chu Yang and the others finished sweeping the field, methodically harvesting every last crystal core from the fallen infected.

Chu Yang flicked his wrist, sending the dark, tainted blood flying off the steel before sliding his dao smoothly into its scabbard.

Turning toward the refugees huddled behind the rocks, he waved a casual hand, his voice carrying the relaxed calm of a seasoned fighter. “Alright, the road is clear. The immediate area should be relatively safe for now. If you know of a shelter or a survivor camp nearby, you’d better move out immediately. Don’t linger out here in this freezing blizzard.”

Before his final words had fully settled on the wind, the young woman in the white coat suddenly shoved past the people in front of her, bolting forward with reckless abandon.

Under the stunned gazes of the entire crowd, she stumbled through the snowdrifts straight toward Chu Yang. Opening her arms, she threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face against his chest!

Chu Yang felt a sudden, soft warmth press against him, bringing with it a delicate fragrance of expensive perfume—a scent utterly surreal against the rancid stench of the wasteland.

His entire body locked up on the spot. He threw both hands high into the air, his brain short-circuiting with sheer bewilderment. His first absurd thought was pure disbelief: What on earth is happening?! Sure, she’s gorgeous… but why is there a ‘damsel throws herself into the hero’s arms’ trope in this grim apocalyptic survival story? Did the original owner of this body leave behind some messy romantic debt?!

“Chu Yang! It really is you! You’re alive! Thank goodness… I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t leave me behind so easily!” Jiang Lin tilted her face upward, her eyes brimming with tears, fine snowflakes clinging to her trembling, dark lashes.

She looked up at him with a perfect mix of breathless relief and fragile vulnerability, her voice thick with emotion: “Ever since we were separated, I’ve worried about you every single day, terrified that you’d get hurt, terrified that… I regretted everything so much, I should never have—”

“Whoa, hold on, hold on!” Chu Yang stammered, his hands hovering helplessly in mid-air, not knowing where to put them. His face flushed bright red with awkward panic.

He frantically searched the memories of the original host, but the details were a total blur!

“Miss… are you sure you didn’t mistake me for someone else?” he sputtered, trying to lean away. “Do… do we even know each other? Could you please let go first…”

Beside him, Jiang Jue’s face darkened instantly. The atmospheric pressure around him plunged to a freezing point, turning the surrounding air heavy and suffocating.

He fixed an icy, venomous glare on Jiang Lin as she clung to Chu Yang, his dark eyes brimming with pure, undisguised disgust.

Stepping forward without a single word of warning, Jiang Jue reached out, grabbed the back of Chu Yang’s collar, and yanked him backward with absolute force!

Already caught off balance on the slick ice, Chu Yang stumbled backward, crashing solidly against Jiang Jue’s broad, firm chest before finally regaining his footing.

Sensing the chilling aura radiating from the man behind him—far colder than the howling winter wind—Chu Yang felt a shiver run down his spine. Completely ignoring Jiang Lin, who had lost her balance and fallen into the snowdrift, he spun around, frantically waving his hands in defense.

“Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, hear me out! I swear on my life I don’t know her! I don’t even know her name, I have no clue how she knows mine, and I have zero idea why she suddenly… lunged at me like that! This is a complete and total misunderstanding!”

Just then, Lin Xiao and Su Mubai finished off the last stragglers and jogged over. Taking in the bizarre scene, Lin Xiao let out a sharp, teasing whistle, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up! Isn’t this the famous ‘Goddess Jiang Lin’ our third brother used to worship every single day, treating her like the center of the universe? What’s the matter? Has the goddess fallen on hard times and remembered how good her devoted admirer was, chasing him through the snow to rekindle old flames? That was quite the enthusiastic greeting!”

Goddess? Jiang Lin?

The name triggered a sudden spark in Chu Yang’s memory. This was the campus belle the original host had sacrificed his very last rations for right after the outbreak began—Jiang Lin!

Chu Yang couldn’t resist taking a closer look at the woman sitting in the snow. She truly was stunning—pale, porcelain skin and delicate, refined features. Even with her hair slightly tousled by the wind, flecks of snow on her cheeks, and tears glistening in her eyes, she possessed an aura of pure, delicate helplessness that naturally stirred a man’s protective instincts.

No wonder the original host had been so utterly infatuated, willing to starve just to keep her fed.

At that moment, however, Jiang Lin’s attention had completely drifted away from Chu Yang. Her gaze was locked onto the man beside him—the man who had just hauled Chu Yang back and was now looking down at her with cold, suffocating disdain.

As Jiang Jue’s sharp features came into clear view, Jiang Lin’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. The delicate expression on her face froze in place, pure shock and disbelief spilling from her eyes.

That face… Though more mature, harder, and colder than in her memories, exuding an imposing, lethal presence, she could never mistake it.

It was the illegitimate son from her uncle’s family who had been cast out years ago—Jiang Jue!

Years ago, that desperate woman whom her aunt had constantly cursed as a “jinx” and a “homewrecker” had brought a silent, dark-eyed young boy to kneel on the cold marble floor of the Jiang family mansion.

Jiang Lin had been just a young girl back then, hiding behind the heavy mahogany staircase, peeking down in quiet curiosity.

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