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

Chapter 150 "Come Here!" (Part 2)
On Friday evening, as usual, Xiao Li picked up Meng Youyou and drove away from the west gate of Fanzhou University.

Just when I feared it, a sudden cold struck. Meng Youyou felt dizzy and heavy-headed all day.

He had lost his usual talkativeness and remained silent the whole way.

Xiao Li noticed that the translator, Meng, didn't look too well. He first asked her a couple of questions, and received a slight smile in response—"It's nothing, just a little cold." After that, he didn't say anything more and just drove quietly.

The car drove through Pingyuan Street, the only route Meng Youyou took to travel between the camp and the school.

She glanced out the window absently, then her gaze suddenly froze as a somewhat familiar figure appeared in the distance.

Meng Youyou quickly searched her memory for relevant information. She had just seen this person not long ago at the camp entrance. Later, Chu Yao got on a motorcycle and left with him.

Meng Youyou also recalled the last time she saw him losing money gambling and being chased and beaten, which was also near this street.

It must be Chu Yao's younger brother. At this moment, he was leaning against the wall at the entrance of an alleyway, looking as if his bones were broken, and he was counting money in his hands.

They were quite far away, so I couldn't see their facial expressions very clearly.

The car continued straight, getting closer and closer to the alley entrance. Meng Youyou saw the man's mouth wide open, revealing two rows of large teeth that were hard to ignore. He looked extremely happy.

Suddenly it turned a corner, and the alley disappeared from sight, along with the man's wide grin that stretched to his ears.

Meng Youyou couldn't help but turn her neck and look back.

Seeing this, Xiao Li quickly asked, "What's wrong? Translator Meng, did you see someone you know?"

Meng Youyou was immediately filled with doubt, but she couldn't figure it out for the time being, so she just shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I must have just seen things."

……

Jiang Zheng went out again.

Chu Yao couldn't do anything with him; no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it was no use.

Chu Yao had never seen anyone who cared less about their body than him.

Several times she almost suspected that there were nails on the bed, as if letting him lie down and rest was taking his life.

However, before he left this morning, Chu Yao thought about the wounds on his body that had repeatedly cracked and become inflamed when he returned last night.

Unable to hold back, I blurted out my question: "Would it kill you to let me rest in bed for a day?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Chu Yao regretted them; she had no right to speak to him like that.

To everyone's surprise, the man wasn't angry when he heard this. He just glanced at her lazily and said, "It will take your life."

Chu Yao assumed he was just trying to shut her up again; this man never had a kind word to say.

He would come back around noon, have lunch downstairs with Xu Penggang and the others, go upstairs again after lunch, take a short nap, go out again in the afternoon, and come back in the evening.

Chu Yao really didn't understand. He had been living in the manor for quite some time now. Although the facilities here were complete and had everything he needed, he had already visited so many places over the past few days. Where did he get so much interest in going out for a aimless stroll every day despite his injuries?

The wall clock in the living room pointed to 1:10. The door was pushed open from the outside, and Jiang Zheng strode in leisurely.

The door was closed and locked in one smooth motion.

Seeing this, Chu Yao skillfully walked to the sofa cabinet, squatted down, and took out the first-aid kit.

Jiang Zheng, as usual, found a place to sit down, pulled open his clothes, and looked down at the gauze on his waist. Chu Yao slowly walked over and sat down next to him. What she saw was a blood-stained gauze, a scene she had faced every day for the past two days, in the same spot, all too often.

Removing gauze, stopping bleeding, changing dressings, and re-bandaging – the same process is repeated at least three times a day.

Logically, this shouldn't be the case. She believed the surgery that night was fairly successful, as long as she recovered properly afterward...

At least it wouldn't be like this now. How come the wound is still inflamed today?
This wound really does resemble its owner's temperament, just as disobedient!
Jiang Zheng noticed the girl's bitter and resentful expression, and with a smirk, he teased, "What? So worried about me?"

Chu Yao glanced at him, nodded lightly, and agreed with him casually: "Yeah, I'm worried. I think you really don't want this back anymore. I'm worried that you'll completely lose your right to choose a partner in the future."

Jiang Zheng choked up: "..."

Chu Yao packed her things, ignoring his reaction, and picked up the first-aid kit, heading towards the sofa cabinet to put it back.

Jiang Zheng followed the girl's gaze and vaguely sensed something was wrong. His gaze shifted downwards and settled on the girl's right foot, which wasn't exerting much force.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

Chu Yao had just put away the medical kit and stood up when she heard this.

He paused, taken aback. Would he even notice such a small detail?

Chu Yao didn't look at him, and lowered her head somewhat uncomfortably, saying in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing."

"Come here, let me take a look." The tone was commanding, with a hint of force, but not much.

"It's really okay."

"come over!"

Chu Yao gave in and obediently moved over. He patted the spot she had just sat in, and Chu Yao sat down obediently.

As soon as I sat down, someone wrapped their arms around my ankles, lifted up my trousers, and I could see that my ankles were bruised and slightly swollen.

"how did you make it?"

As soon as he said it, Jiang Zheng realized what he had done and continued, "That night?"

"Ah."

Why didn't you tell me?

Chu Yao was a little confused and didn't understand: "What?"

Why didn't you tell me you hurt your foot?

Chu Yao was stunned: "You're not a doctor, what's the use of telling you? Besides, no bones are broken. I checked myself, it's not serious."

Jiang Zheng sighed, leaned over to pull out a drawer from the coffee table, and took out a bottle of safflower oil.

Chu Yao watched as the man unscrewed the cap and poured a little safflower oil into his palm. Alarm bells rang in her mind, and she hurriedly said, "I can do it myself."

The man ignored her and only held onto her ankle. Chu Yao subconsciously tried to pull her foot back, but he pulled it closer to her even more forcefully.

Warm palms were placed on the skin of her feet, and safflower oil was applied as well. It felt cool, slightly hot, and itchy. Chu Yao couldn't find the right words to describe her complex feelings at that moment.