A Promise in a Thought 39

Chapter 39

“Don’t worry,” Jiang Chenyin’s hand on her waist moved up to her long hair. She was reluctant to let go, her fingertips running through her hair as she said softly, “I’ll handle it. I know his intentions, and I’m clear about my own thoughts. I know what to do.”

Bo Muyu narrowed her eyes. It seemed that Meng Yi’an had indeed troubled Jiang Chenyin, but fortunately, Jiang Chenyin remained firm in her approach.

But…

“Now that your work is back on track and your life has stabilized, if he’s interested, there will be many opportunities for him to get close to you.”

“Of course I know,” Jiang Chenyin said with a smile, a faint hint of worry in her eyes. “It will be much better after my birthday. Let me just tell him one last time that I was indeed wrong to him back then.”

Hearing this, Bo Muyu replied quickly, “No, you weren’t wrong.”

Jiang Chenyin was surprised. “What?”

Bo Muyu said seriously, “Isn’t it the right thing to do to stop the loss in time when you realize you can’t give the other person more? If you force yourself to give, what the other person gets is not what they really want, and you will be hurt at the same time.”

Jiang Chenyin was even more surprised. Why did she feel that Bo Muyu suddenly understood so many things? She had clearly not talked much about love with her. She herself had a knot in her heart, so how could she talk about these things with Bo Muyu? The most she had mentioned about her own feelings to Bo Muyu was that day when Meng Yi’an had come to see her and Bo Muyu had seen them.

Other than that, she had once told Bo Muyu that when she grew up and fell in love, she had to remember that it had to be mutual. Unrequited love was very hurtful to both herself and the other person.

But today she found that this child seemed to know quite a lot.

Bo Muyu looked at her very seriously, her delicate brows furrowed. “Auntie Yin, am I right?”

“You are. Of course you are,” Jiang Chenyin smiled and reached out to gently smooth the wrinkles between her brows. “You seem to be getting smarter and smarter. Did your parents tell you these things?”

“Not entirely,” Bo Muyu shook her head.

Their current posture was very intimate. Although Bo Muyu was sitting on Jiang Chenyin’s lap, her action of massaging her temples also made it easy for her to hold Jiang Chenyin’s head in her arms.

Thinking this, she did just that the next second.

This reliance was particularly attractive to Jiang Chenyin, who was a little uncomfortable after drinking. Coupled with the fresh scent from the girl, she contentedly nestled into Bo Muyu’s embrace.

Bo Muyu lowered her head slightly and whispered, “Auntie Yin, you said just now that you’re going to have a clear talk with him on your birthday.”

“Mmm,” Jiang Chenyin nodded. “My dad intends to invite him over.”

Although Old Master Jiang let Jiang Chenyin have her way in everything, he clearly still had hopes for her and Meng Yi’an. Because of the impact of the past, Old Master Jiang couldn’t say too much, so he just started the conversation, and the rest was up to Jiang Chenyin’s own decision.

Bo Muyu found that after she had sorted out her thoughts, many things became easier to understand.

“On your birthday, I’m going to sleep in your room at night,” Bo Muyu said in a low voice.

Jiang Chenyin held back a laugh and looked up. “Is there any day when you’re not in my room?”

“That day is different,” Bo Muyu said with certainty. “That uncle will definitely look for you. With me waiting for you in the room, your chances of getting away quickly will be higher.”

Jiang Chenyin’s eyelashes trembled. She had to admit that Bo Muyu’s consideration was completely correct. No matter what the old master intended to hint at that day, or what Meng Yi’an wanted to say to her, having Bo Muyu waiting in her room would make it easier for her to get away than if she were in another room.

“Okay, I know,” Jiang Chenyin said, her eyes gentle as she tightened her embrace, then let go. “I’m going to take a shower. After that, we’ll go to sleep. We have to work tomorrow.”

As she spoke, she patted Bo Muyu’s leg, signaling her to get down.

Bo Muyu withdrew her hands and grabbed Jiang Chenyin’s clothes. “Auntie Yin, and…”

“And what?” Jiang Chenyin looked at her with a smile.

She gazed at Jiang Chenyin, her ink-black eyes incredibly serious, her voice low yet still clear and cool. “I will protect you. I won’t let you be hurt by anyone again. Believe me. I’ve grown up. I can protect you.”

She had said “again.” Jiang Chenyin felt her heart tighten, but more than that, she felt a warmth from her, both strong and fierce.

“Muyu, you…” Jiang Chenyin’s fingers trembled as she held her hand, subconsciously wanting to ask some questions, but she couldn’t get them out.

Does she know something? This was what Jiang Chenyin immediately sensed after feeling Bo Muyu’s determination.

Bo Muyu didn’t realize the turmoil in Jiang Chenyin’s heart. She slowly got up from her lap and then said in a softer tone than before, “Go and take a shower. Your head will feel much better after a sleep. I’ll make breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Chenyin’s mouth opened, but the question from just now couldn’t come out. Instead, a hint of a smile appeared unconsciously. “You… don’t need my help?”

“No need,” Bo Muyu said, going to get Jiang Chenyin’s nightdress and stuffing it into her arms. “Go on. I’ll wait for you to sleep.”

Jiang Chenyin looked at Bo Muyu deeply, and finally sighed with a laugh. “Okay, I’ll be right there. You can change and wait for me in bed.”

Bo Muyu nodded and watched as Jiang Chenyin entered the bathroom and closed the door. The frosted glass reflected the beautiful curves of her body.

First, something terrible had happened over a decade ago, causing Jiang Chenyin to be in constant fear, and her breakup with Meng Yi’an also had some elements of the past. Four years ago, another incident had occurred that was related to the past of over a decade ago, making Jiang Chenyin so panicked that she had left Qinzhou and even gone abroad.

If Gao Yan’s methods of pursuit four years ago were very extreme…

Bo Muyu’s eyes immediately deepened. She seemed to be getting closer and closer to the origin of the matter.

The next morning, Jiang Chenyin was woken up by her phone alarm. She squinted her eyes and turned it off, vaguely remembering that this was the second time it had gone off.

The second time seemed to have been cut off very quickly. To confirm her suspicion, she reached out to feel the space beside her. It was empty, but there was still a slight indentation and a trace of warmth.

Although she wasn’t completely sober yesterday, she wasn’t drunk either. She knew what she was saying and doing, and she was able to shower and wash up. Similarly, she also remembered her slight surprise at Bo Muyu, and she recalled it as soon as she woke up.

The child had spoken so logically last night. She didn’t know where she had learned it from, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing. On the contrary, it was a good thing.

Jiang Chenyin didn’t think much more about it. After getting up and washing up, she changed her clothes and went downstairs. As soon as she approached the kitchen, she smelled the aroma of fresh congee.

She walked closer and asked, “Are we having congee for breakfast?”

“Mmm, you drank last night, so you should eat something light in the morning,” Bo Muyu said without turning her head, stirring the congee in the pot a few more times with a ladle before scooping half a ladle into a bowl on the side.

“It smells so good. It must be delicious,” Jiang Chenyin said, the corners of her lips curving up, her gaze on her.

Bo Muyu had her back to Jiang Chenyin. Her long, straight black hair hung down to her waist, so beautiful and pure that it could calm one’s heart.

As Jiang Chenyin was marveling at Bo Muyu’s beauty, Bo Muyu turned around with a bowl in one hand and a porcelain spoon in the other, then scooped up a spoonful of congee and held it out to her.

Bo Muyu bent her head and blew on it gently, then said, “See if it’s too bland.”

“What, you haven’t tried it yourself?”

Jiang Chenyin’s lips curved into a smile. She raised her hand to tuck a strand of long hair from the side of her face behind her ear, lowered her eyes, and took the spoonful of congee from Bo Muyu, drinking half of it.

Bo Muyu couldn’t help but ask, “How is it?”

It was just a simple vegetable congee, a very plain food on a normal day, but it was very suitable for today. After all, she had eaten heavy, oily food last night. Now, this ordinary spoonful of congee in Jiang Chenyin’s mouth was more to her liking than last night’s delicacies.

Jiang Chenyin looked up with a smile in her eyes. “It’s very good. Not too salty, not too bland. Just right.”

The frown that had unconsciously appeared on Bo Muyu’s brow finally relaxed, and her smile widened, revealing her small canine teeth. “Okay, then Auntie Yin, go and wait in the dining room for a bit. I’ll go upstairs and change, and then we’ll have breakfast together.”

“Go on,” Jiang Chenyin said, taking the bowl from her hand.

Bo Muyu went back to her room and changed. When she went to get her phone, she found that Jiang Chenyin’s phone was also not taken downstairs. Just as she picked up Jiang Chenyin’s phone, it rang. The screen showed Meng Yi’an’s name.

Her expression turned a little cool. She stared at the name for a few seconds before swiping to answer.

Before she could speak, Meng Yi’an’s concerned greeting came from the other end of the line, “Chenyin, good morning. Is your head feeling uncomfortable?”

Bo Muyu replied in a flat tone, “Auntie Yin is not in the room.” She paused, then quickly added, “She wasn’t drunk last night.”

“Are you Xiaoyu?” Meng Yi’an was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see if Chenyin was feeling uncomfortable.”

Bo Muyu said placidly, “Thank you. She’s fine.”

“That’s good,” Meng Yi’an smiled. “Then I’ll hang up now. Goodbye.”

He had to hang up quickly. If it were a cheerful and lively girl, he would have chatted a little longer, since she was someone close to Jiang Chenyin. But this child, Bo Muyu, always gave him an indescribable feeling. She was too quiet, so quiet that it made one feel an inexplicable sense of unease.

After hanging up on Meng Yi’an, Bo Muyu went downstairs to the dining room. Jiang Chenyin had already filled two bowls of congee and was waiting for her.

“Hurry up and eat breakfast. It’s almost time to leave,” Jiang Chenyin said, pushing the bowl a little closer to her.

“Auntie Yin, your phone,” Bo Muyu said, placing Jiang Chenyin’s phone in front of her after she sat down, then quietly watching her. “That uncle called just now. I wouldn’t have had time to answer if I had brought it down to you, so I answered it for you.”

“Mmm, what did he say?” Jiang Chenyin asked, drinking her congee, seemingly unconcerned.

Bo Muyu took a spoonful of congee with her spoon and looked up at her. “He asked if you were feeling uncomfortable. I said no.”

“Mmm…” Jiang Chenyin took another mouthful of congee and then her eyes curved with satisfaction. “Hurry up and eat breakfast. If we dawdle any longer, we’ll be late. If you’re late for work at Miss Su’s, I can’t help you.”

Bo Muyu carefully observed the emotions in her eyes, stamping her own actions from just now with a “correct” seal, and then the corners of her lips lifted to reveal a small, white canine tooth.

“Is the congee I made delicious?”

“Of course,” Jiang Chenyin praised generously. “I feel like I could eat this for several days. A social engagement is really too greasy.”

Bo Muyu reminded her in a cool tone, “You didn’t work out yesterday.”

Jiang Chenyin gasped, and a spoonful of congee she had just put in her mouth was not yet swallowed as she said indistinctly, “Oh right, I didn’t work out yesterday…”

Bo Muyu pressed her lips together, couldn’t help but drink her congee from the bowl, the corners of her mouth, hidden by the bowl, uncontrollably lifting a little.

After breakfast, they left for work. Jiang Chenyin went to get the car and waited at the door for Bo Muyu to lock up.

Through the car window, Jiang Chenyin saw the door being locked and Bo Muyu walking towards her. The girl with the pure gaze was tall and slender, a hint of very faint sternness on her slightly pursed lips.

Her thoughts flickered, and she remembered the scene from last night when Bo Muyy had sat on her lap and massaged her temples, her elegant charm alluring, her gentleness thoughtful.

Bo Muyu was really not a child anymore. Jiang Chenyin inexplicably repeated this fact that she had long since known in her heart.