A Promise in a Thought 111

Chapter 111

Jiang Chenyin and Lan Yuxin had been filming in Jinghe City for half a month. In late March, the temperature gradually rose, and tender green buds sprouted on the branches.

During this time, Jiang Chenyin would send WeChat messages and call Bo Muyu every day. From the beginning, when she had taken the initiative, to recently, when Bo Muyu would also take the initiative to contact her. It was just that Bo Muyu’s words no longer carried the same dependence on her as before. They seemed much more mature, and also a little less intimate.

Jiang Chenyin couldn’t help but wonder if, besides being afraid of being hurt by her, Bo Muyu was also blaming her, or if she didn’t like her anymore. But the next second, she laughed at herself. Other things might be possible, but it was impossible that Bo Muyu didn’t like her. They had held each other for a long time that day.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chenyin’s ears grew a little hot. How could she have lost her composure like that in public?

But at least she had won Bo Muyu back a little bit. Compared to losing her composure, this matter was more important.

She would try to slowly let Bo Muyu let down her guard, not to be afraid of her getting close. She was not going to see her to hurt her again, nor for any other purpose that would make her sad.

And as an elder, it was actually quite difficult for her to do this. She had to take it slow. She herself also had to first completely accept this matter.

Their social circles were different, and their perceptions of things would occasionally be different. This had always been the case. But fortunately, most of the time, when they had different views on things, they would not demand that the other person be the same as them. They both saw each other as equals, and did not care about their seniority.

Jiang Chenyin belatedly realized that this state was very ambiguous. If Bo Muyu were still very young, and they were not living together, it would not have been so serious.

She was both annoyed and a little sweet. As she was resting on the set with Lan Yuxin, she suddenly covered her face and lamented.

“Teacher Jiang, what’s wrong with you?” Lan Yuxin threw aside her script and rubbed her arms, as if to get rid of goosebumps. “You’ve been sighing and giggling all these days. What did the little block of wood do to you?”

“I… nothing…” Jiang Chenyin blinked, avoiding her probing and mischievous gaze, and covered her mouth and nose with both hands, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

“Don’t you rub off your makeup!” Lan Yuxin said with a mixture of disgust and amusement, picking up her script and tapping her arm with it. “Come on, tell me your progress during this time. Your big sister… oh no, your little sister will give you some advice.”

Lan Yuxin knew that something must have happened between the two of them after she had urged Jiang Chenyin to go and see Bo Muyu. These past few days, Jiang Chenyin had been in deep thought whenever she had free time, and it was not the sad state she had been in a while ago. So what she was thinking now was definitely not about those moral and ethical issues, Lan Yuxin was very sure.

Lan Yuxin couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. Hmm, thinking like this, it seems like Teacher Jiang has broken through the moral bottom line!

Jiang Chenyin suddenly felt that her previous words were not right and quickly reined in her thoughts, shooting her a look. “What did you just say? What do you mean, what did she do to me…”

What did she mean, what did Bo Muyu do to her? It sounded strange.

Lan Yuxin was taken aback for a moment, and then she couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Oh my god, are you okay, Teacher Jiang? It’s just a relationship. You don’t have to be so silly, do you? You’re only reacting now.”

Jiang Chenyin’s face grew hot from being laughed at, and the words “in a relationship” in Lan Yuxin’s words made her unable to help but curve her lips up.

This feeling was a little strange. When she had been dating Meng Yi’an in university, she had lacked this feeling of an involuntary longing. Now, it was a little shy and a little sweet, but she was very sure that this was what she wanted.

“Come on, tell me the progress,” Lan Yuxin said excitedly, moving her chair to sit beside Jiang Chenyin and tugging at her costume. “Let me give you some advice. You’re old and don’t know what the little one is thinking. If you go wrong somewhere, you can just cry.”

Jiang Chenyin touched her abnormally warm cheeks and thought carefully. “We’ve just been sending WeChat messages and calling each other, chatting about work and life.”

“That’s it? Just that?” Lan Yuxin’s eyes were wide.

Jiang Chenyin nodded. “Mmm, just that.”

They really hadn’t talked about their relationship. There had been a very close conversation, but it was just her telling Bo Muyu on the phone not to be afraid of her, that she wouldn’t be like before.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chenyin suddenly became worried. Their current relationship was a bit ambiguous, but it was not entirely a romantic ambiguity. The unclear part was more. Then would Bo Muyu not know her intentions? Would she just be planning to repair their previous familial love?

Her thoughts were in a jumble, and the shyness and the smile on her lips disappeared, her expression turning grave.

“You haven’t had a single sweet word in half a month? The little block of wood doesn’t look like the type to flirt, and you’re still dawdling and not making a move. How can a love master like me have a pig teammate like you?” Lan Yuxin said in a huff, and with a look of disappointment, she rolled up her script and slammed it on the table, startling the two assistants who were standing guard nearby.

Jiang Chenyin couldn’t hear her complaints and asked in a daze, “Will she not know what I mean?”

Lan Yuxin was so annoyed she almost slapped Jiang Chenyin’s thigh. She barely held it in and asked, suppressing her anger, “Then have you made it clear to her?”

Jiang Chenyin shook her head. “Not yet. I’m afraid she’ll be scared of me.”

“I’m speechless,” Lan Yuxin muttered, and thinking of their two personalities, she swallowed her anger and nudged Jiang Chenyin’s arm with her elbow. “Then when are you planning to say it? I see that you two have been in this state for so long. It’s hard for the little block of wood to take the initiative with you, right?”

“Let’s take it slow. To suddenly…” Jiang Chenyin’s features were all scrunched up, and she was about to rub her face. “I’m not used to it either.”

“Don’t rub your face!” Lan Yuxin quickly slapped her hand away.

“Think about it. Although we’ve been separated for more than half a year, to just… right after we got in touch… wouldn’t you not be used to it?”

Lan Yuxin thought for a moment and muttered, “That’s true.”

Jiang Chenyin paused, her hand lowered, a deep worry in her eyes. “And I’m so old, and she’s still so young.”

Even though she had made a decision, the hurdle of the age gap was still in her heart. She had tried to cross it, but she would still look back at it. It would always be in her heart, and she could never get rid of this concern.

What she said was not without reason. Lan Yuxin understood it all and could no longer rush her, so she patted her back comfortingly and said, “Alright, don’t think about it. Since you’ve already decided, what’s there to think about? And you don’t look old either. You’ve maintained yourself so well, thirty at most. And your body is in such good condition, you’ll definitely live a long life. How can the little block of wood’s small body compare to yours? She’ll be blown over by the wind…”

Jiang Chenyin burst out laughing. “It’s not that exaggerated. Don’t say these things in front of her.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know. Your little sister will definitely be on your side and give you advice.”

Lan Yuxin said with a serious face but a frivolous tone. Just then, she heard her assistant call them, and she quickly pulled Jiang Chenyin to listen to the director’s explanation of the scene.

For a rare occasion, Lan Yuxin did not play around with Jiang Chenyin today. Her aura was on, and she did not drag out the scene at all. Even the director praised her for her high efficiency, wondering if she was in a good mood. Lan Yuxin complained inwardly. She was not making a fuss just to let Jiang Chenyin go home early. If it weren’t for the little block of wood waiting, she would have played enough before filming.

In the afternoon, during her break, Jiang Chenyin was in the rest area, looking at Lan Yuxin, who was still filming. Her assistant, Xiao Lu, handed her her phone and whispered, “Sister Chenyin, you have a call.”

“Mmm,” Jiang Chenyin took it and saw that it was a call from Bo Muyu. The corners of her lips lifted, and she waved her hand at her assistant, signaling her not to follow.

She walked to a corner and answered the call. There was some noise on the other end, and before she could ask, Bo Muyu’s clear voice sounded, “Auntie Yin, what are you doing?”

“I’m on the set. What’s wrong?” Jiang Chenyin’s gaze held a soft light that even she herself did not notice. This seemed to be the first time since they had resumed contact that Bo Muyu had been concerned about what she was doing.

During this time, she was the only one who wanted to know what Bo Muyu was doing. Bo Muyu’s replies had gone from concise to now taking the initiative to send her messages, but she had never been concerned about what she was doing.

It was still noisy on the other end of the line, but the smile in Bo Muyu’s clean voice was of course more attractive to her. “Will you be filming until late? What time can you finish?”

“Not very late. Don’t you know?” Jiang Chenyin narrowed her eyes and smiled, the image of the girl with the clear voice and bright appearance hurrying in the sunlight seeming to appear before her eyes.

“Oh…” Bo Muyu’s voice was long and drawn out, as if she were considering something.

“Are you still going to my parents’ house this weekend?” Jiang Chenyin couldn’t read what she was thinking from her short words, so she changed the subject.

“No, I’m not going to Grandpa Jiang’s,” Bo Muyu replied quickly, and after a pause, she said, “I’m out.”

Jiang Chenyin smiled. “Then where are you?”

“Mmm…” Bo Muyu was silent, not answering her.

This question of hers was just a casual one, but Bo Muyu’s hesitation made her a little sad. Had the contact during this period still not made Bo Muyu feel at ease with her? Why wouldn’t she even tell her where she had gone?

Jiang Chenyin felt a sense of defeat, and her mood immediately dropped.

Bo Muyu, on the other end of the line, could not feel her emotional fluctuations. After a few seconds of silence, she said to her, “Auntie Yin, I’m hanging up now. I’ll contact you later.”

Jiang Chenyin wanted to answer her, but the call had already been disconnected. The “okay” that had just escaped her lips had lost its strength and quickly dissipated in the air.

She found a chair in the corner and sat down, her mood heavy, her hand constantly stroking the already dark screen of her phone.

Although she was unwilling to tell her where she had gone, at least she had called her, which meant that she still thought of her, right?

She sat there for a long time, feeling a little comforted by this possibility.

The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed by the night. Jiang Chenyin, with nothing to do, stayed on the set to supervise Lan Yuxin, to prevent her from slacking off again.

Jiang Chenyin did not want to go back to the hotel so early. She would overthink things if she were alone. She would think of Bo Muyu’s hesitation today, and also of the fact that she had not received any messages or calls from her until now.

She couldn’t help but consider, was her method wrong? Or did she need to be a little more direct, like Lan Yuxin? At least she should have made her intentions clear first? But if Bo Muyu was still traumatized by the previous hurt, would such an approach have the opposite effect?

Jiang Chenyin closed her eyes, forced herself to suppress her messy emotions, and annoyedly felt why she had suddenly gone to think of these things.

Xiao Lu, holding her phone, was looking around not far away. When she saw her, she strode over. “Sister Chenyin, you have a call.”

Jiang Chenyin saw the name on the screen, was taken aback for a moment, and all her worries instantly vanished. She answered with a curve on her lips, “Muyu…”

Bo Muyu’s tone was a little light. “Auntie Yin, when are you coming back?”

Jiang Chenyin smiled and said, “Not so soon. Early April at the earliest. I told you.”

“I’m not talking about coming back to Qinzhou,” Bo Muyu said, taking a deep breath, her voice a little softer. “I’m asking when you’re coming back to the hotel. I’m in the lobby of the hotel where you’re staying.”

“What did you say?”

Jiang Chenyin gripped her phone and suddenly stood up, her heart skipping a beat, almost forgetting that she was still on the set.