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

Chapter 116 Jiming Temple (Part 1)
"Would you like to send a regular letter or a registered letter? Regular letters are relatively slower and you can't track or claim compensation. Registered letters are more expensive, but they are safer, you get a receipt, and you can track the mail promptly."

A teller at the Nanjing Post Office BJ East Road branch patiently inquired and explained.

Without hesitation, Huo Qingshan replied, "Send it by registered mail."

After saying that, he placed the file folder he was holding on the table and pushed it over.

The sales clerk took the file folder with both hands, gently placed it on the counter, and carefully checked whether the folder was damaged or properly sealed.

After confirming that everything was correct, the file folder was placed on the scale.

"The postage for your letter to Lianshui City is one yuan and twenty cents, calculated based on weight and distance. Please take a look."

Huo Qingshan took it, glanced at it, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

On the other side, Meng Youyou, bored while waiting on a bench in the lobby, simply stood up and wandered around.

Although it was described as a casual stroll, the entire post office lobby wasn't very big, and the only thing worth seeing was the stamp exhibition area on the wall.

Meng Youyou temporarily took on the role of a stamp collector, standing in front of the wall and looking at it listlessly.

Huo Qingshan appeared silently behind her and suddenly asked, "What are you looking at?"

Meng Youyou put both hands in her pockets, too lazy to take them out, and just lazily gestured with her chin in a certain direction, "Postcard."

"You like it?" He glanced at her expression. "Want to buy it?"

“I don’t have a hobby of collecting postcards,” Meng Youyou answered subconsciously, then added, “I don’t have anyone I want to send them to.”

Not long after, he spoke again: "However..."

Before she finished speaking, she deliberately threw out a prelude, waiting for him to ask further questions.

Huo Qingshan readily accepted the challenge: "But what?"

She winked at him, looking incredibly cute. "But you can buy it and then write it for me." Meng Youyou frowned seriously. "Other girls who are in love will have a romantic confession, receive flowers, and before that, they will receive many love letters."

But I have nothing.

She shrugged and continued, "I'm so beautiful, and you've never written me a love letter or sent me flowers. It feels like you're getting off too easy."

Huo Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle, cupping his right fist to his lips to stop himself from laughing too loudly. After a few seconds, he lowered his fist and asked seriously, "Which one do you like?"

"Are you only planning to write one?" the girl asked, her eyes carrying a hint of threat.

……

The two walked out of the post office, and casually glanced up. Meng Youyou saw the roof of an ancient temple not far away. The roof ridge beasts were all different shapes and lifelike. The eaves and corners were raised high, and the glazed tiles were warm in color and exquisite in design.

She grabbed Huo Qingshan's hand that was holding a stack of postcards, spread his palm out in front of her, and then searched through them before picking out one.

"Is that building in Jiming Temple? It looks a lot like the one in this postcard."

Huo Qingshan glanced down at the postcard in her hand, then looked up at the distance, and decisively said, "Yes."

Meng Youyou became interested. "I heard that wishes made at Jiming Temple are very effective. Let's go check it out."

Huo Qingshan joked, "Are you going to pray for a marriage?"

Meng Youyou rolled her eyes. "I'm going to pray for peach blossoms."

Actually, I know why I'm having writer's block. Sigh, I'm really not good at writing sweet romance scenes between two people. Originally, I didn't plan for this trip to be that long, but because everyone left comments saying they liked to read sweet things, I forced myself to write something sweet.

But! What I've written is tasteless and pointless to discard; I've been dissatisfied with what I've written for several days now.

So I decided to let loose and return to my strengths and original plans.

Actually, this article would be more interesting if its tone were a bit more convoluted, trust me.