A Promise in a Thought 80

Chapter 80

Bo Muyu blinked several times, her expression one of barely suppressed happiness. “How can you believe me without even hearing me out?”

Jiang Chenyin flicked her forehead lightly with her fingertip. “Let’s go home first. We’ll talk at home. There’s no rush for these things.”

“Okay, we’ll talk at home,” Bo Muyu said, obediently linking her arm through Jiang Chenyin’s.

Seeing her satisfied look, Jiang Chenyin still suppressed the discomfort she had felt just now. Bo Muyu’s insensitive nature probably wouldn’t have felt anything, and besides, Su Man needed to be rational from a manager’s perspective.

Back at home, they didn’t rush to talk about things. As soon as Jiang Chenyin entered the house, she relaxed a lot, her body full of fatigue, her eyes filled with sleepiness.

Bo Muyu urged her to take a nap first. She said that it was almost noon, and that they would take a nap together after lunch and talk in the afternoon.

So Bo Muyu told her to sit at home for a while and went out to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients. When she came back, Jiang Chenyin, unable to sit still, went to the kitchen to cook lunch with her.

Lunch was minced pork with eggplant and soy-braised chicken with congee. Bo Muyu was cutting the chicken, and Jiang Chenyin was watching the simmering congee, stirring it from time to time with a ladle. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of fresh congee.

After all the ingredients were chopped and arranged neatly, Bo Muyu stole a moment, tiptoed to Jiang Chenyin’s back, leaned forward, and after a few seconds, bit her lip and rested her chin on Jiang Chenyin’s shoulder.

With the added weight on her shoulder, Jiang Chenyin turned her head and chuckled softly. “Why aren’t you cooking your dish yet?”

Bo Muyu was very close to her ear. “Are you hungry?”

“A little. The breakfast I had this morning wasn’t to my taste,” Jiang Chenyin said in a helpless tone.

Bo Muyu was quiet for a moment. After Jiang Chenyin had turned her head back, she clenched her fists, reached out, and gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Chenyin’s waist, then quickly said, “Then the dish I’m making will definitely be to your taste. You should have an extra bowl of congee later to make up for not eating enough this morning.”

“So confident. Then you can cook dinner too,” Jiang Chenyin said, one hand stirring the congee with a ladle, the other naturally resting on the back of Bo Muyu’s hand.

This action was very natural. Not only did Jiang Chenyin not feel the slightest bit of awkwardness, but she was even used to it, because Bo Muyu had hugged her many times. But what Bo Muyu wanted was not this kind of habit. She couldn’t help but want to hug her tighter, to hold the whole of Jiang Chenyin in her arms and confess her feelings.

She held back so hard that her fingertips were trembling, and she almost had to tighten her grip, to concentrate all her strength in this action.

“Okay, I’ll cook dinner too. You can have a good rest. Leave it all to me,” she said, her voice deepening as she swallowed all the words she really wanted to say, her body tense, her temples throbbing.

The corners of Jiang Chenyin’s lips curved up, and she patted the back of her hand. “Alright, hurry up and stir-fry the vegetables. I’m waiting to eat.”

“Mmm, it’ll be ready soon,” Bo Muyu replied, and as she spoke, she reluctantly and slowly moved her hand away from Jiang Chenyin’s palm, taking another deep look at the back of her with her long, curly hair spread out.

After they had finished lunch and returned to their room, Bo Muyu changed her clothes and turned to look. Jiang Chenyin was still changing.

Her gaze, for a moment, did not know how to restrain itself. It started from Jiang Chenyin’s side profile, to her smooth, round shoulders, and then fell to her full, undulating chest, which had just been freed from the constraints of her bra… a sudden heat rushed to her head. She quickly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the bed. She found that the scene was still before her eyes.

That mature and beautiful face, that seemingly weak but strong shoulder that gave her a great sense of security, and those full breasts wrapped in a black bra.

Bo Muyu quickly covered her face, the temperature she felt in her palms not at all normal.

Jiang Chenyin’s footsteps approached, and she sat down beside her. “I’m done.”

“Oh…” Bo Muyu licked her lips, and after making sure that her expression was normal, she let go of her hands and deliberately rubbed her temples.

Seeing this, Jiang Chenyin reached out an arm to wrap around her, and with the other, she rubbed her temples and asked, “Let’s take a nap first. You must have been very tired these past two days.”

“I’m not tired. I slept in this morning,” Bo Muyu smiled, took the hand Jiang Chenyin was using to rub her temples, and held it between her own, gazing at her. “You were supposed to be on an afternoon flight, and you would have been home just in time for dinner with me. But you came back so early, and you even found so many seniors to help me.”

The corners of Jiang Chenyin’s lips lifted as she waited. Bo Muyu paused for a long time, squeezed Jiang Chenyin’s hand, and then lowered her eyes, her voice low. “You’re the one who’s the most tired.”

Bo Muyu could imagine that yesterday, Jiang Chenyin had gotten the news that she had been framed during a break from work, and then she had immediately had her assistant change her flight and contacted those seniors to come forward.

Jiang Chenyin trusted her so much, and she was so thoughtful. Not only did she want to clear the rumors, but she also wanted to suppress the other party fiercely, not letting her suffer a single bit of grievance.

“I’m not tired,” Jiang Chenyin tightened her arm around her. “As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. I can’t let this kind of thing affect your future. Since the other party has the ability to do such a thing, then they should be prepared. Just because you’ve climbed to a high position doesn’t mean you have the right to slander others at will.”

Bo Muyu was stunned as she listened, and she looked up and asked, “You believed me from the very beginning when you heard about this?”

Jiang Chenyin was also a little taken aback by her question. “Yes. What’s wrong?”

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked in a small voice, “You didn’t have any doubts? What if you had trusted the wrong person? What if the result of what you did was not what you believed it would be? What would you have done then?”

Jiang Chenyin’s heart ached as she listened. Why was she so disbelieving? Had something happened before this?

Jiang Chenyin no longer let her hold her hand, but instead pulled her into her arms. “That won’t happen. There are no what-ifs, no ifs. I know very well what kind of person you are. The nature of plagiarism is very vile. It’s taking someone else’s work as your own. You would never do such a thing.”

Bo Muyu buried her face in the crook of Jiang Chenyin’s neck, finally receiving a comfort that was not the natural kind from her parents after this incident. She was indeed not angry, but she remembered everyone’s attitude towards her in this matter.

Su Man had known her for several years. Their relationship had always hovered on the border between familiarity and strangeness, so Su Man’s rationality could not be said to be wrong. It was just from the standpoint of a manager, and also because she didn’t know her well enough.

Besides her parents, only Jiang Chenyin knew her so well, trusted her, and could understand her at the first opportunity.

“Auntie Yin, thank you,” Bo Muyu’s eyelashes were lowered, and she let herself be immersed in Jiang Chenyin’s tenderness at this moment, murmuring in a low voice, “I was angry when I first heard about this yesterday, but I was only angry because why would someone follow the crowd without even seeing the evidence? Besides my parents, no one explicitly expressed their trust in me yesterday. Even the people in the company were saying that the other party is a famous author, and what she says is right.”

Jiang Chenyin bit her lip, unable to even imagine the kind of criticism Bo Muyu had suffered before she had left the company yesterday. She lowered her head and lifted Bo Muyu’s face. Fortunately, Bo Muyu had really grown up. There was no anger in her eyes, only helplessness and melancholy.

Her hands cupped Bo Muyu’s face, her fingers gently running through her soft black hair, her tone light and slow. “Muyu, you must have heard this before. Society respects famous people, so they think that a famous person’s words are famous words, but they forget what kind of knowledge or career made them famous. This was once said by Lu Xun, and the nature of this matter is very similar. Many people now admire someone for some reason, and among these people, there will be a group who blindly pursue them, without asking right or wrong.

Such a person’s personality is not independent, because they have already entrusted their own judgment to the object of their admiration, and their consciousness follows the object of their admiration, completely losing their autonomy. So we don’t need to be troubled. We just have to return what we should to the other party.”

“Mmm, I know,” Bo Muyu laughed softly. How could she say something related to revenge in such a gentle tone?

Jiang Chenyin’s heart was stirred. She rubbed Bo Muyu’s temples with her thumb and asked with a smile, “Big screenwriter, can we take a nap now?”

“Mmm, you’re very tired. You should sleep,” Bo Muyu said with a smile, biting her lip and giving Jiang Chenyin a little push.

This time, Jiang Chenyin did not deny it. She was indeed very tired.

After Jiang Chenyin got into bed, Bo Muyu tucked her in, and only then did she get under the covers herself.

Jiang Chenyin, who was exhausted, quickly fell asleep. Her beautiful eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings in the sunlight streaming in from the window. Her breathing was regular and gentle, and her side profile was exquisite and beautiful.

Bo Muyu opened her eyes, not a trace of sleepiness in them.

Jiang Chenyin trusted her, but at the same time, she was not at ease with her. Even though she was now a screenwriting supervisor, even though she had repeatedly emphasized not to treat her as a child, Jiang Chenyin still subconsciously did not feel at ease with her facing any unexpected situation alone, and even prepared everything for her herself.

What on earth could she do to make Jiang Chenyin treat her as an adult, an adult who could be responsible, an adult who Jiang Chenyin could rely on, an adult who could make Jiang Chenyin worry but not have her arrange everything for her?

Bo Muyu sat up slowly, leaned over slightly, and gazed at Jiang Chenyin’s sleeping face, letting her heart race in this quiet moment. Her gaze moved down from Jiang Chenyin’s forehead to her closed eyes, lingering on the corners of her eyes where she had once gently stroked away her tears, and then down to her nose, and finally to her alluring red lips.

She stroked Jiang Chenyin’s hair, her fingertips gently brushing over the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, and finally resting on the side of her lips.

That was the place she had once touched with the corner of her own lips, and also the place she wanted to taste again.

Jiang Chenyin was sound asleep. Bo Muyu lowered her head, her long, flowing hair almost brushing against Jiang Chenyin’s face. At this moment, all the moments they had spent together flashed through her mind, one after another, and were suddenly pulled from her heart, the sharp pain making her stop all her thoughts.

What she wanted was to maintain this state, or to take a step forward, not to push away what she had with her own hands.

The tide in her heart was surging, and it did not subside for a long time. She remained in this position for a long time, looking at Jiang Chenyin, imprinting her defenseless appearance in her heart, and then her fingertips greedily moved to Jiang Chenyin’s lips, taking away a little of the warmth she wanted.

Bo Muyu reluctantly lay back under the covers, her movements light as she hugged Jiang Chenyin.

How could she make Jiang Chenyin truly see her as an adult? If it was always like this, how would Jiang Chenyin realize that she was a person who could be a lover? Did she have to wait until that so-called day when she would leave? But she wanted to stay forever, not to leave.

She buried her head in the crook of Jiang Chenyin’s neck, a sense of reluctance welling up in her heart at this moment.