137 Red Promise Bracelets (1/2)

After the filming of the TV series had ended, Hui Yin stayed in Shanghai for another week.

She spent her mornings jogging along the less traveled sidewalks, and used the rest of the day touring around the city. But no matter where she went, and no matter what she did, Hui Yin could see the two of them everywhere.

Lu Shen and Nian Zhen.

Their faces were on the newspaper stands, on the television screens plastered against the display glass of the appliance stores, and on various social media sites no matter how much she tried to avoid them. Even when she couldn't see their faces, the two of them were being talked about by almost everyone.

Even <Captive> had been overshadowed by their engagement.

Su Jing was enraged by all this when she called Hui Yin once again.

”Those arrogant second generation heirs! Can't they choose to get engaged on another day? Why do they have to pick a week that coincided with the release of the PV? Damn it!”

Hui Yin was amused by this. ”Calm down, Sister Su. After this fuss about the engagement has settled, <Captive> will get popular once again. They're both in two different categories after all. They won't cancel each other out.”

Su Jing was slightly consoled by this. ”Fine, fine. It's not as if I can do anything about it anyway. When are you coming back to Beijing? We need to decide your next project.”

”I'll be back tomorrow. I'm just taking a break for now.”

”Alright then.” Su Jing exhaled a sigh of relief. ”Be safe.”

”You too, Sister Su.”

After Su Jing hung up, Hui Yin stared blankly around her surroundings for a moment. She was resting in a park bench, trying to recover her breath from jogging. After drinking from her water bottle, Hui Yin stood up and stretched her legs.

She was exiting the park when she took notice of a beggar sleeping underneath a large dawn redwood tree. Hui Yin slowed down. The beggar looked familiar to her.

Recognition flashed in her eyes, and Hui Yin approached the beggar. Crouching down, she poked his arm with a finger.

”Senior?”

He still didn't wake up.

”Senior Yue Lao?”

There was not even a twitch in his prone form. He looked to be deeply asleep.