An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 105 "Oh, alright then."

Huo Qingshan dragged Meng Youyou onto the train.

After boarding the train, Meng Youyou leaned against the carriage wall, bent over with one hand on her knee, panting heavily, and exclaimed, "Thank goodness, I almost missed it."

Huo Qingshan reached out and flicked her nose, teasing, "Who was it that insisted on finishing the last sip of beef soup?"

Meng Youyou slapped his hand away without any mercy. "That's because you didn't taste it and missed out on that soup. Tsk tsk~ Battalion Commander Huo, I really feel sorry for you."

At this moment, a man in his fifties, dragging a huge duffel bag in each hand and carrying a shoulder pole under his armpits, struggled to move sideways.

He seemed to be trying to move his luggage to a corner. As he turned around with difficulty, the carrying pole under his arm suddenly swung out and swung straight towards Meng Youyou.

Huo Qingshan's eyes narrowed, and he instantly pulled Meng Youyou closer inside. At the same time, he quickly turned to the side, his movements fluid and agile.

Suddenly, before Meng Youyou could even realize what was happening, she heard a muffled "bang".

The carrying pole struck Huo Qingshan on the back.

The middle-aged man was quite startled by what he saw. He quickly put down his luggage and said with a face full of regret and apology, "Oh dear, what should I do! I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to!"

"Young man, are you alright?" the middle-aged man asked, his voice weak.

"It's nothing," came a strong, resonant voice.

The uncle felt a little relieved.

The flight attendant noticed the commotion and came over, reminding the man to put the two large suitcases on the ground somewhere else and not to keep blocking the aisle.

The flight attendant picked up the carrying pole from the ground and guided the man away.

Meng Youyou's face was still pressed against the man's chest. "Wow, Battalion Commander Huo was so handsome when he rescued me! He almost mesmerized me!"

Some of the sound was muffled by the fabric.

Huo Qingshan chuckled softly: "Shouldn't you be concerned about whether your boyfriend is hurt right now?"

"I heard it. The sound wasn't very loud, not even half as loud as when you throw someone to the ground during your usual combat training."

Huo Qingshan was always good at grasping the key points: "You were secretly watching my training?"

Meng Youyou denied it, saying, "No, I just glanced at it casually when I passed by."

"Do you want to get up? They all seem to be watching us," Huo Qingshan reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou took a step back almost as if she had been ejected.

After getting past Huo Qingshan's figure and passing through a narrow door, they unexpectedly met a pair of probing eyes from the carriage in front of them.

Meng Youyou pulled her head back, quickly covered her face with her hands, stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, and whispered reproachfully, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The man said casually, "I just saw it too."

She then added, "And I thought you didn't care. Last time at the movie theater, you got angry when I let go of your hand."

Meng Youyou ignored him and walked away, covering her face.

Fortunately, their assigned seats were not in this carriage. Since they were in a hurry after boarding, the two chose the nearest carriage to board.

……

Meng Youyou found her seat and sat down, feeling a slight discomfort in her lower back.

He reached out to touch it, then remembered that he hadn't returned the man's wallet.

She took her wallet out of her pocket, held it in her hand and played with it, but didn't open it.

Just then, the man who had been walking behind her sat down. Meng Youyou held up her wallet and waved it in front of him. "Can I open it and take a look?" He raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's all yours now. Do you need to ask me?"

"That makes sense."

She opened her wallet, and in the inner compartment, besides stacks of banknotes arranged by denomination, the most eye-catching item was a small red soft plastic notebook.

Meng Youyou had never seen this before, and was immediately intrigued, pulling out the red softcover notebook.

The cover features a golden Tiananmen logo at the top, occupying half of the page, and below are two rows of large golden characters: "People's Republic of China" and "Motor Vehicle Driver's License".

Upon opening it, the inner pages were slightly yellowed, and the one-inch black and white photo in the upper right corner was slightly faded.

Meng Youyou took the photo closer to examine it. "When did you take this photo?"

"Eighteen years old."

Meng Youyou muttered under her breath, "Who's this serious when they're eighteen? They don't even smile when taking pictures."

"But... he's so handsome!"

The boy in the photo had much more youthful features than he does now, and his eyes inevitably still carried a touch of childishness, or perhaps more accurately, a boyish air, even though he had a cold face and an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Meng Youyou still couldn't help but wonder what Huo Qingshan would have been like back then.

She nudged the person next to her with her elbow, and said, her beautiful eyes darting around, "Hey, what kind of girls did you like when you were in school?"

“I didn’t think about these things at that time.”

Tsk tsk tsk, that's the standard answer all men give~
"When you were in high school, did any girls pursue you? Did anyone write you love letters?"

Meng Youyou was genuinely curious and suddenly wanted to learn about his past life, the part of his life she hadn't been a part of.

Huo Qingshan seemed to think about it seriously for a while before replying, "Back then, most girls in school were quite reserved and wouldn't express their feelings so directly."

Wow! Who's being subtly implying this?! Who's lacking restraint?!
Meng Youyou gave a casual "Oh," and then added, "So, Battalion Commander Huo likes reserved and demure girls~"

Her tone was sarcastic, a uniquely Meng Youyou-esque blend of yin and yang.

Huo Qingshan noticed this, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "No, I only like you the way you are."

Meng Youyou's ear tips were tinged with pink, a little itchy, and she wanted to scratch them.

But at the same time, she suddenly got angry and started bringing up old grievances: "I was the one who pursued you in the first place. If I hadn't mustered up the courage to pursue you back then, would you have even confessed to me?"

Huo Qingshan found it somewhat amusing, and he patiently corrected him, "You only touched my hand a few times, and I immediately took it back, didn't I? How did it become that you were the one who pursued me?"

Meng Youyou retorted logically, "But I was the one who asked you out to the movies!"

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Qingshan suddenly took her hand and placed it on his lap. "From now on, I'll be the one to invite you out to the movies, okay?"

His voice was deep and mellow, yet his tone carried a strange, indescribable solemnity.

Such an ordinary sentence, when spoken by him, had the flavor of a vow.

Could it be my imagination? Meng Youyou felt as if she were hearing an echo from a distant, spacious white church, over and over again—"From now on... I'll make all the dates with you... okay?"

At the very front of the church, a pastor asked her, "Are you willing?"

Meng Youyou awkwardly turned her head to one side, looking out the car window, and replied, "Oh, okay then."

Perhaps realizing belatedly that she was being unreasonable, she became hesitant and awkward.

The hand that was clasped with his tightened its grip without him even realizing it.

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