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

Chapter 140 Re-training

In the stillness of the night, the main European-style villa in the manor stands out clearly in the darkness, its windows mostly dark.

In the distant stables, the occasional snorting of horses could be clearly heard, and the sound of their hooves pounding on the hay was dull and rhythmic.

Chu Yao tossed and turned in the newly changed velvet quilt, unable to fall asleep.

That person hasn't come back yet, it's so late.

The auditory nerve unconsciously enters a hypersensitive mode, focused and sensitive, paying attention to the subtle movements in the corridor and at the door.

In the first half hour of her insomnia, Chu Yao attributed the culprit to the Simmons mattress she was lying on and the camel hair duvet cover against her body. The mattress was too soft and the duvet cover was too light, which was very different from the hard wooden bed and thick cotton quilt she was used to sleeping on in the army.

But as time went on, the man's face kept appearing in her mind, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Despite her repeated attempts to drive him away, it was to no avail. Chu Yao finally had to admit that she seemed to be worried about him.

A few hours earlier, the two henchmen who brought her dinner stood at the door chatting for a while. They didn't shy away from talking to her, as if they thought that such a weak woman was destined not to cause any trouble. Their voices were loud, and every word they said reached Chu Yao's ears.

The tall, thin guy complained, "It's so damn annoying. All the brothers went out tonight, leaving just a few of us here to do odd jobs."

A man with a buzz cut quickly chimed in, "Tch, they're all out risking their lives tonight. Doing odd jobs is better than losing your life!"

The tall, thin man was clearly intrigued and eagerly pressed, "What do you mean? What do you mean? Is something big happening tonight? How come I didn't know?"

"Have you heard of Master Kun from the next city?" The crew-cut man paused deliberately at this point. "The remnants of Brother Qiang's former employer have slowly grown stronger in the past few years after they moved to another place."

A couple of days ago, they disguised themselves as gangsters and made a deal with us, but they robbed us of the goods and refused to pay. They also injured more than a dozen of Brother Biao and Brother Qiang's men.

The boss wasn't about to swallow this insult, so tonight he sent Brother Zheng with some men to settle the score.

The tall, thin man asked with a hint of surprise, "Why is it that when Brother Biao and Brother Qiang suffered losses, it was Brother Zheng who ended up settling the score?"

"Tsk, are you stupid? The capable should do more work. You've been following the boss around doing odd jobs for the past few years, so you must have learned a thing or two."

Brother Biao is closest to the boss; he's incredibly strong but lacks strategy and cunning, and is impulsive and easily tricked. Brother Qiang is shrewd, but he can only use his brain; he's not capable of leading a gang in a brawl or causing trouble. As for Brother Zheng, anyone with eyes can see he's a skilled fighter, a killer, and also intelligent.

"..."

Chu Yao turned over again. The words "fight to the death" and "risking one's life" echoed repeatedly in her ears, and worry rose in her heart. After all, to some extent, he had saved her twice, and it was only right to show some concern for the safety of his "savior".

On second thought, the jumbled thoughts turned back to the "batch of goods" they were talking about.

"Goods"? What kind of goods could they be?
She knew that in his previous life, Xu Penggang owned three food factories, two machinery factories, and a transportation company.

If it's just ordinary food and manufactured machine parts, is it really necessary to escalate to the point of violence?

"Huff and puff—" A soft rustling sound came from outside the room, interrupting Chu Yao's thoughts. She immediately pricked up her ears to listen, and the noise sounded like someone was moving around in the living room.

A complex mix of suspicion and anxiety sustained Chu Yao, who didn't hesitate for a moment before getting out of bed and walking to the door.

She gently pulled the door open from the inside. As soon as she took a step out, in the pitch-black room without the lights on, her sense of smell, ahead of the other four senses, was the first to detect the presence of a second person in the space.

A pungent, bloody smell suddenly filled her nostrils; it was a very strong stench. Years of experience as a military medic allowed Chu Yao to instantly assess the extent of the man's injuries based on the concentration of the blood emanating from him in the confined space.

The injuries were so severe that they could easily have killed him if he wasn't careful.

She instinctively reached out to touch the wall, and just as her fingertips touched the edge of the light switch, she heard a hurried but weak voice trying to stop her: "Don't turn on the light."

Chu Yao's fingertips trembled slightly from fright, but she still obediently did not press the switch for the living room ceiling light.

She groped around in the darkness, slowly walked to the man's side, then squatted down and softly asked, "Are you hurt?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I be so bored at night that I'd smear pig's blood all over myself?"

"He still has the energy to argue with her, so he shouldn't die anytime soon." Chu Yao began to doubt whether her earlier judgment was accurate.

"The first-aid kit is still in the same place as last time. You should remember it. Please get it for me."

Chu Yao nodded blankly and hurriedly followed the man's instructions to find the first-aid kit. In the darkness, her vision was blurry, and she could only use her hands to feel the outline of the coffee table to find her way.

He groped forward with his hands clasped together, his feet following a step behind, moving mechanically.

As she moved forward, Chu Yao accidentally tripped over an unidentified object, only realizing half a second later that it was probably a man's leg.

"Hiss!" A muffled groan, barely suppressed, pierced the silence of the room. At first glance, it sounded like the owner was trying his best to grit his teeth and endure, but still lost control.

Or perhaps... it was more like a harbinger of impending utter defeat.

Chu Yao's heart tightened, then sank in an instant. At that moment, she realized for certain that his condition was not optimistic.

While quickening her movements, she also became more cautious. Chu Yao carried the medical kit back to his feet, adopting a half-squatting, half-kneeling posture.

"Where are you injured? I'm a medical student, I can help you," she said, her voice trembling slightly, a tremor she herself wasn't even aware of.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Jiang Zheng still had the energy to laugh at this moment. Chu Yao couldn't see his expression in the darkness, but she could tell from his tone of voice that he was definitely laughing, that kind of lazy, unreliable smile.

This person seemed indifferent to everything, even when his life hung by a thread.

Just as Chu Yao was about to retort, she heard the man continue, "Looks like your professional skills are just so-so. A little blood makes you this scared. Which school did you graduate from? I suggest you go back to school for a refresher course."

Chu Yao was furious, but she couldn't argue with him at this moment. After placing the first-aid kit at her feet, she turned around and touched the coffee table behind her. She remembered that a couple of days ago when she was searching for usable self-defense tools in the room, she had seen a few white candles in the drawer.

A dozen seconds passed. "Do you have a lighter on you?"

Before he could answer, Chu Yao reached out and touched him. Having lived under the same roof for a few days, she had figured out some of the man's basic habits. He wasn't a heavy smoker and always carried a lighter, which he would put in his right trouser pocket when not in use.

Her movements were exceptionally gentle and cautious. Considering that she had just tripped his leg and aggravated his wound, as well as her professional instincts, she had basically determined that the man was injured in his waist and abdomen.