A Promise in a Thought 25

Chapter 25

Before the National Day holiday, many people were enthusiastically discussing where to go to relax. But when the holiday actually arrived, it seemed that not many people around her went out.

Going out at this time was not relaxing, but adding to the burden.

After all, Bo Mingliang and Ye Xialan had just returned from a trip in September, so they didn’t join the rush. Bo Muyu also stayed at home with her parents because she was about to move in with Jiang Chenyin.

The entire Jiang family, led by Old Master Jiang and Old Madam Jiang, also decided not to go out, as the two elders were unwilling to suffer in the crowds.

Jiang Yingzong’s family and Jiang Gaojun’s family, on the other hand, went to some scenic spots around Qinzhou for a few days to relieve their sons’ academic stress.

Jiang Chenyin hadn’t been home to spend the holidays with the elders in a long time. With Ye Xialan not going out and Lan Yuxin abroad, she returned to the old residence to spend the holiday with them.

After the National Day holiday, everyone put their minds back to work.

The sky outside was gloomy, the bright sunlight from just a moment ago gone without a trace.

Jiang Chenyin rubbed the space between her eyebrows, closed the folder, and stood up, walking out of the office to get some fresh air.

In the years she was away, Jiayi’s development had maintained a good upward trend, securing a place in many fields.

No wonder Xu Zijun said Jiang Yingzong had many social engagements. It would be strange if he didn’t.

She sighed, rubbed her forehead again, and turned to go back to the office.

“Chenyin.”

Not far away, a low, gentle male voice slowly called her name.

Jiang Chenyin’s footsteps stopped. She stood there quietly, her eyes captivating as they moved.

Since Meng Yi’an had come to see her last time, they had not met again. It wasn’t that she was intentionally avoiding him, but now, unless it was deliberate, there were almost no opportunities for them to meet.

Right after they broke up, Meng Yi’an had asked her out many times, but she had never agreed. As time went by, Meng Yi’an stopped asking, but he would appear from time to time, letting her know that he had never given up.

Even during the years Jiang Chenyin was abroad, he had tried every means to find time to visit. Even if it was just to stand under her residence for a few hours before leaving, he had never grown tired of it.

Jiang Chenyin smiled. “Is there something that brings you here?”

Meng Yi’an nodded. “Mmm, I’m here to see Brother Zong about something.”

There was some distance between them. Meng Yi’an unconsciously took a few steps closer.

Jiang Chenyin said, “My brother’s office is one floor up.”

“I know,” Meng Yi’an said, his gaze never leaving her. “I specifically stopped on this floor.”

His meaning was clear.

Jiang Chenyin’s lips curved. “Yi’an, go back.”

Her voice was a little softer, and there seemed to be a faint sigh at the end.

Meng Yi’an was not without charm. He was tall and handsome, and many girls had admired him in university.

It is said that a man’s best years are after thirty. He already had the looks, and after being sculpted by time, his every move was steady and measured.

The current Meng Yi’an was such a man.

But the past was the past. No one could go back, and there was no possibility of going back.

“Chenyin,” he called her name again. “I don’t mean to pressure you, and I won’t. I just hope we can be friends, even just ordinary friends. That’s all.”

Jiang Chenyin crossed her arms, her expression turning a little grim. But after a moment, she looked into his eyes and said, each word clear, “Yi’an, do you know what’s really good for you? Since there’s no possibility, there’s no need to keep holding on. It will only make you sadder. And that’s not what I want to see either.”

“Chenyin…”

“Alright,” Jiang Chenyin said softly but firmly. “My brother should be waiting for you. You should go.”

She didn’t say any more, nor did she linger, turning to go back to her office.

Meng Yi’an didn’t move a step, watching her turn and leave, watching her office door close with a soft “thud.” The sound was like a direct blow to his heart.

After the National Day holiday, Su Man and Bo Muyu flew to Lingzhou, with only one assistant accompanying them.

On the plane, Bo Muyu was still brainstorming her script, spending most of her time in meditation with her eyes closed.

Su Man sat beside her, her gaze only falling on her when she closed her eyes.

Many times, Su Man felt fortunate to have signed Bo Muyu. Not because of Bo Muyu’s screenwriting talent, but because she could watch this girl walk from campus to society, watch her put on a well-fitting, slim suit, and sit quietly and attentively in the conference room, listening to her speak.

Her eyes were still so clean, not a speck of dust on them.

In the future, this girl would become more and more mature and steady. By then, even if her brow was furrowed with dust, she would brush it away for her.

Bo Muyu suddenly frowned. Su Man subconsciously leaned a little closer, reaching out to smooth her brow.

As if sensing a source of heat approaching, Bo Muyu opened her eyes.

“President Su.”

Su Man’s hand unhurriedly changed direction, tucking a stray strand of long hair behind her ear, and said with a smile, “I saw your hair had fallen forward. I was afraid it would affect your thinking.”

“Thank you,” Bo Muyu said softly.

Su Man withdrew her hand. “Even though we’re on a business trip, there are no outsiders. Why are you still so formal?”

Bo Muyu lowered her head, her voice a little lower. “I’m just used to it sometimes.”

“It’s okay. Take your time. You’ve only just started working. It’s inevitable that you’ll be more focused on the work atmosphere.”

Su Man didn’t want to dwell on this. What she needed now was time. It was necessary to eliminate the vague sense of unfamiliarity between her and Bo Muyu, but it couldn’t be done abruptly, or it would be counterproductive.

“By the way,” Su Man said, looking at her wrist. “Do you like the birthday gift I gave you?”

Bo Muyu was immediately stunned.

She hadn’t even opened the gift Su Man had given her. She had put the box with the gifts from her other colleagues, and after returning home, her attention had been completely taken by Jiang Chenyin.

That night, after watching the meteor shower and going home, she had been preoccupied with the string of tiger’s eye stones on her wrist for a long time, looking at it over and over. The thought that Jiang Chenyin had bought it with her in mind made her forget about everyone else’s gifts even more.

During the entire National Day holiday, Bo Muyu hadn’t thought about those gifts at all.

Seeing her stunned, Su Man couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. “Hmm? You don’t like it?”

“No, that’s not it,” Bo Muyu shook her head. “It’s very nice. I don’t dislike it.”

“I thought of you when I saw that bracelet,” Su Man said with a low, gentle laugh. “I was taking a gamble, hoping you would like it. I was a little nervous when I gave it to you.”

Bo Muyu said, “Mmm,” her voice betraying no emotion. “But I didn’t wear it out.”

Su Man chuckled dismissively. “It’s okay. As long as you like it.”

Bo Muyu felt guilty and said no more, closing her eyes to continue her thoughts.

Su Man didn’t disturb her, only occasionally looking at her from the side, thinking of her sometimes-cool replies, feeling helpless yet very fond of her.

In the afternoon, Su Man, her assistant, and Bo Muyu landed in Lingzhou. Today’s itinerary was just to arrive at their destination and check into the hotel. The rest of the schedule was set to begin tomorrow.

Su Man’s room was right next to Bo Muyu’s. If they both went out onto their balconies, they could even chat with each other.

After having dinner and returning to her room in the evening, Bo Muyu had nothing to do. Just as she opened her laptop to continue writing her script, there was a knock on the door.

It was Su Man, a gentle smile on her face. Because she had changed into casual clothes after arriving at the hotel and had let down her long hair, she looked a little more radiant than usual.

Bo Muyu let her in. After closing the door, Su Man covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

“Xiaoyu, why haven’t you changed your clothes? Aren’t you tired of wearing a suit all day?”

Bo Muyu had only taken off her suit jacket. She had been planning to work, so the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows, making her look quite serious. But with her collar slightly open and her sleeves rolled up, and a hint of fatigue in her placid expression, she had a somewhat carefree air.

“I was just about to work. I was thinking of showering and resting right after I’m done.”

Su Man nodded, walked a few steps into the room, and turned her head to smile. “Am I disturbing you then?”

“Of course not,” Bo Muyu shook her head. “I was only going to work because I had nothing else to do.”

“That’s good.”

Bo Muyu followed her to the coffee table, poured her a cup of tea, and then turned to say, “Senior, please have a seat.”

Su Man went to where she was standing and sat down, then patted the spot next to her.

After Bo Muyu sat down beside her, Su Man asked, “You’re going to meet many famous domestic screenwriters tomorrow. Are you nervous?”

“A little,” Bo Muyu answered honestly.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” Su Man comforted her in a soft voice. “Just follow me. I’ll tell you who you should talk to. As long as you concentrate, you’ll be fine.”

“Have there been gatherings like this before?” Bo Muyu asked.

Su Man shook her head. “This is the first time since I took over the company, so it’s a rare opportunity. This is also why I wanted you to attend. You have talent, but you lack experience. Although listening to the teachings of your seniors won’t allow you to fully digest everything immediately, it will at least be helpful for your future development.”

Bo Muyu looked at her for a long while and asked, “Senior, you already know that I’m very close to Auntie Yin, and you must also know that she is the Deputy General Manager of Jiayi. My contract with Hongsheng is only for three years. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take everything you’ve given me and leave?”

This gathering was a very good learning opportunity, and she might even get to know other screenwriters. If she handled it well, it would be very beneficial for her future development.

“What am I afraid of?” Su Man’s smile held not a trace of doubt. “I don’t know what will happen in three years, but for these three years, you are my person, and I have a share in all your achievements. Don’t I?”

Three years should be enough for her to walk into the heart of the person before her. If she couldn’t, then she would have lost. And if she had lost, what was the use of those ethereal things?

With things having come to this, Bo Muyu could only agree. “I know. Thank you, Senior. I will do my best.”

Su Man slowly shook her head and chuckled softly. She really couldn’t help it and reached out to gently tap her nose.

“Xiaoyu, I suddenly feel that you’re not just very cute, but also a little dense…”

Bo Muyu instinctively sat back a little, subtly moving away from Su Man’s finger.

She was still not used to Su Man being so close to her. Although she knew that Su Man was very good to her and took care of her, her body still subconsciously resisted Su Man’s touch.