A Promise in a Thought 73

Chapter 73

After getting the answer that Jiang Chenyin was not against homosexuality, Bo Muyu still woke up in a daze. It was as if she were in a dense, foggy forest, with several paths faintly visible ahead, but she didn’t know which one to choose, or how to walk it.

Because between them, there was not just the wall of “homosexuality,” but also a huge age gap, and Jiang Chenyin’s friendship with Ye Xialan.

No matter how you looked at it, the possibility of Jiang Chenyin being willing to accept her and continue with her was very small. And this was based on the premise that Jiang Chenyin liked her. But now, she didn’t feel at all that Jiang Chenyin had any romantic feelings for her.

She had many emotions hidden in her heart—impulse, sourness, sweetness. They were all mixed together, and only at certain times would one of them be particularly obvious. For example, she would feel sour when she heard Duan Zhiheng’s name from Jiang Chenyin’s mouth, and she would be happy when Jiang Chenyin was still good to her, and after the happiness would come even heavier considerations.

And the result of her considerations could effectively suppress her impulses, making her grit her teeth and not reveal a single word to Jiang Chenyin. If she couldn’t get what she wanted most, at least she couldn’t lose what she had now.

She was like at a crossroads. She knew where she wanted to go, but she just didn’t know how to get there. She felt that she needed a definite way forward, not just a planless desire to move forward.

So, how should a love with such an age gap develop?

On a summer night filled with the chirping of cicadas, Jiang Chenyin was working out in the gym, while Bo Muyu was pacing around her room. She went from one corner to another, and then back again.

“Novels…” Bo Muyu suddenly realized, and in her slippers, she quickly climbed onto the bed to find her phone. “That’s right, novels!”

She opened the few yuri novels she had collected and found that none of them had an age gap. She quickly used the search function to check the tags, and after selecting the sexual orientation, she scanned down, ten lines at a time.

Age gap… age gap… no age gap!

But there was a tag for “older woman/younger woman.” She thought for a few seconds, then clicked on it. The novel synopses that appeared all had a large age gap, from a few years to more than ten.

She collected a few that were already completed and chose the one with the highest popularity. She then huddled under the covers and started to read. Her mind was filled with the thought of understanding how others’ age-gap love had succeeded. In the dark of the covers, her face was illuminated by the light of her phone, her two canine teeth so white they were dazzling.

Coincidentally, the novel she was reading started with a secret crush, and then the younger protagonist slowly tested her mother’s friend, the other protagonist, whom she called “Auntie.”

Auntie…

Bo Muyu pressed her lips together and smiled under the covers. A perfectly suitable relationship.

As she saw the younger protagonist secretly observing the older protagonist’s every move, feeling shy and unable to control her fluttering thoughts, she even savored the sweet and sour words in her heart.

“I can’t help but always look at her, whether she’s smiling at someone or working quietly. Every one of her expressions and actions is a picture that’s hard to describe in words. How I wish her smile was for me, that the hand she holds a pen with would gently stroke my hair. All of her, I wish it could be related to me.”

Bo Muyu licked her lips, feeling the temperature in the covers rise.

“I once thought that my feelings for her should be the kind of familial love I have for other uncles and aunties, but now I don’t think so anymore. Because when I found out that she had had a boyfriend before, and had been so gentle to him, my first reaction was that I also wanted her to treat me like that, to give me everything she could give.”

Bo Muyu held her phone with both hands, her thumbs trembling as they gently skimmed over the following paragraphs on the screen.

“I love her. This is the love of romantic love. My heart has never beaten so strongly before. I want to have her, and I want to belong to her. I feel like I’m about to lose control. But will she accept me? Are her feelings for me the same as mine…”

This feeling was the closest description of Bo Muyu’s feelings for Jiang Chenyin. When she didn’t understand, she could be as close as she wanted. Once she understood, she would subconsciously hold back, for fear that her feelings were too intense and would push the other person away.

She could clearly feel her cheeks burning. Every word displayed on the phone screen had a huge magical power.

“After she put her coat on me, my desire for her became even more uncontrollable. But I didn’t dare to confess. I was afraid she would push me away, and then I wouldn’t even be able to keep her coat. That was the only scent of hers I could have, and a scent I could never get enough of. I put on her coat and imagined her hugging me from behind, her gentleness imprinted on the back of my neck…”

Bo Muyu’s breathing trembled. This protagonist’s thoughts were even bolder than hers. She couldn’t even imagine Jiang Chenyin kissing her, a kiss driven by love.

That passage was almost directly branded into her heart…

She not only wanted Jiang Chenyin to hold her face, but she also wanted a kiss. Not the kind of kiss where she had to beat around the bush and push the boundaries like last time, but a kiss initiated by Jiang Chenyin, a gentle and lingering one, not just a touch and go.

The blanket was suddenly pulled away, and fresh air filled her lungs. Bo Muyu was so startled that she gasped, and immediately stuffed her phone into her embrace.

The bed beside her dipped, and Bo Muyu felt a weight. Then Jiang Chenyin patted her arm. “Muyu, what are you doing? Why are you hiding under the covers?”

“Nothing, I was just scrolling through Weibo…” Bo Muyu didn’t dare to turn around. Her chest was still heaving from being under the covers and from her excitement just now.

Jiang Chenyin glanced suspiciously at the phone Bo Muyu had quickly thrown into her embrace, but on second thought, she probably had something of her own that she didn’t want to share with her.

She was a little disappointed, but she still lay down and pulled the blanket back over them.

Her scent surrounded her, and Bo Muyu only felt her body stiffen, her body growing hotter.

Jiang Chenyin only left a bedside lamp on, then moved closer to Bo Muyu, her hand casually resting on her waist. “I was thinking when I was showering just now, after your contract with Hongsheng expires, you shouldn’t come to Jiayi.”

If Bo Muyu came over, although she could be under her protection, she would actually be more influenced by the company, and many things would have to be decided by the company. But she wanted Bo Muyu to be free to do what she wanted. Of course, even so, the Jiang family and the Bo family would still be behind her, just not as obviously as the former.

The excitement Bo Muyuan had felt just now instantly cooled down. She turned over to face Jiang Chenyin and asked with a frown, “What do you mean?”

Jiang Chenyin could tell that she might have misunderstood and explained with a smile on her lips, “What are you thinking? I mean, I want to open a studio for you. You can write whatever you want, without being restricted by the company, without having to worry like you do now, where you have to report everything. If you have your own studio, as long as it can pass the review, you can write whatever you want. No matter what story you write, I’ll produce it for you.”

Bo Muyu paused, then murmured, “So that’s what you meant…”

“Of course,” Jiang Chenyin pinched her cheek. “You’re getting more and more fierce now. You don’t even let me finish.”

“I just thought…” Bo Muyu suddenly stopped. The dim light hid the pinkness of her cheeks.

She thought that Jiang Chenyin felt she had grown up, so she didn’t want her to be so dependent anymore, didn’t want her anymore.

“Thought what?” Jiang Chenyin was quite interested. What had her words been misunderstood as?

“Nothing,” Bo Muyu murmured, her eyes gazing at Jiang Chenyin, and then the corners of her lips suddenly lifted.

She found that her impulses were really getting stronger and stronger. It always felt as if in the next moment, they would be released like a runaway horse. But every time Jiang Chenyin said a few words, or had some casual physical contact, she would quickly calm down.

Because she knew that if she couldn’t have it all, at least she shouldn’t push away what she had now.

“What are you smiling at? Go to sleep. Come closer,” Jiang Chenyin said, pulling the blanket up a little, and then reached out to wrap her arms around Bo Muyu’s body.

This time, Bo Muyu reached out and hugged her, letting her scent surround her more fully. The younger protagonist in the novel just now had the same impulse as her, but they also had the same restraint, and similarly, they would be easily tamed.

As long as the person in her heart was close, all the restlessness would temporarily subside, quietly waiting for the next time she could have more.

“Auntie Yin…” she called out in a low voice, but didn’t know what to say.

“Mmm, I’m here,” Jiang Chenyin said, gently stroking Bo Muyu’s back and letting out an almost inaudible sigh. “Be good. Go to sleep. You have to work tomorrow.”

In her warm and soft scent, Bo Muyu let herself sink, and had a dreamless night.

The next day, Lin Chuwan asked Bo Muyu out to celebrate her promotion.

In a tastefully decorated restaurant, the two of them were old friends and didn’t need to go through any formalities. Bo Muyu had to drive back, so they just had drinks.

Lin Chuwan’s eyes, filled with joy, repeatedly rested on her. “Xiaoyu, you’ve really impressed me. You’ve just been working for a year and you’ve already been promoted to screenwriting supervisor, and Hongsheng is such a powerful film and television company.”

Bo Muyu shook her head. “Sister Chuwan, this is actually related to the current situation in Hongsheng’s screenwriting department. Some people haven’t produced any good works, and even the screenwriting supervisor hasn’t been active for a long time. I heard from my senior that she had long had the intention of reorganizing the screenwriting department.”

Seeing her being modest, Lin Chuwan smiled. “But if you didn’t have the ability, Su Man wouldn’t have made you the supervisor. She’s not the type to show favoritism, otherwise there wouldn’t be any rumors in the industry. You don’t have to take the attitude of the people in the company to heart. If these people are really so dissatisfied, why doesn’t anyone dare to stand up? Because they understand that if they stand up, they will definitely be slapped in the face by your achievements.”

Bo Muyu pressed her lips together and smiled. “I know. It’s because of my age and experience that there are rumors.”

“Isn’t that it?” Lin Chuwan raised her glass and clinked it against hers. “Keep it up. I’ll toast you with a drink. I wish you all the best.”

Bo Muyu took a sip of her fruit juice. It was sour and sweet. She licked the corner of her lips.

“By the way…” Lin Chuwan hesitated. “How are things with what you told me last time?”

Bo Muyu was taken aback for a moment, then she realized. She had been very vague with Lin Chuwan last time, but there had been no major progress since then. Jiang Chenyin even had a suitable male friend to date.

She subconsciously took another sip. This time, she felt that the sourness of the fruit juice was more obvious. She shook her head and said in a low voice, “It’s nothing. It’s still the same. It’s just that the possibility is a little bigger.”

Lin Chuwan looked at her silently, and only after a long while did she ask, “Then is there anything you want to tell me?”

Bo Muyu paused, her hands gripping the cup tightly, and she shook her head. “Not for now…”

Lin Chuwan was thoughtful, but she couldn’t figure it out, so she had to give up and then said with concern, “If there’s anything you can’t figure out, don’t keep it to yourself. It won’t help your mood or the situation.”

Bo Muyu nodded and smiled at Lin Chuwan. “Alright, Sister Chuwan. Let’s not talk about this. How have you been lately?”

“I’m okay. I haven’t been out much lately. At most, I’ve just been going shopping with my mom.”

“Then you’re much more relaxed than me…”

As night fell, they ended their gathering.

Bo Muyu walked Lin Chuwan to Song Muqing’s waiting car and gave a polite curve of her lips to Song Muqing, who was looking over from the rolled-down window.

After Lin Chuwan had closed the passenger door, Song Muqing’s cold voice sounded, “You’ve been seeing this junior a lot lately. What, are you interested?”

Lin Chuwan bit her lip, her eyes lowered, her emotions unreadable. Her tightly clenched hands soon relaxed, and she replied in a low voice, “Let’s drive. It’s time to go home. Mom will be worried if we’re any later.”

But Song Muqing turned to look at her, a chill in her eyes. “There’s nothing to hide. Didn’t you already tell your auntie that you like women? Since you like them, what’s there that you can’t…”

“Enough!” Lin Chuwan looked up, her hands clenched again.

“Are you angry?” Song Muqing sneered. “What’s there that you can’t? Just like I thought it would be very difficult to enter your Lin family, that I had to work hard and make money to get in, but aren’t I living very well in your family now?”

“Song Muqing, that’s enough…”

Lin Chuwan’s eyes were a little red. She looked so fragile, yet she had to put on armor to resist the hurt.

Hurt?

Song Muqing’s heart skipped a beat. Another sneer sounded, and then she started the car.