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

Chapter 162 Warehouse Turmoil (Part 2)

Chen Biao strode closer and closer, until his chest was just two inches away from Chu Yao's line of sight.

The massive body blocked the light filtering through the gaps, leaving only a dark, moving silhouette in sight.

Chen Biao glanced down at the dusty canvas inside the cargo box and said with disdain, "Forget it, it's all moldy."

Thankfully, it was a false alarm, and Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Biao turned his head and glanced at the tarpaulins piled up at the door. "These should be enough. The cabin itself can hold some cargo. We can squeeze the extra cargo into the cabin."

There will be some trouble when unloading cargo at the dock.

"Tsk—" As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a hint of annoyance, took one out and put it in his mouth, then rummaged through his other pockets for a long time without finding anything.

Seeing this, Xue Hai, with keen insight, stepped forward, took out a lighter, and bent down to light it.

Chen Biao bent down to borrow a light, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a thick white smoke ring.

The smoke was pungent and kept seeping in through the gaps. However, Chen Biao was standing very close to her. Chu Yao didn't dare to move at all. She could only purse her lips tightly and hold her breath, her cheeks turning red.

Xue Hai spoke up at the opportune moment, praising, "Brother Biao, this cigarette is really strong! I've been smoking for so many years, and I've never smelled a cigarette with such a strong smell. This cigarette is just like you, strong and admirable."

Chen Biao was clearly pleased to hear this, and his mood improved slightly. He chatted a bit more: "It's a foreign product. When I went to rent a boat a couple of days ago, the owner was an old foreign man, and he gave me one for free."

As they talked, perhaps getting carried away, he tossed the pack of cigarettes in his hand aside, saying, "There's half left in this pack, you can have it."

The tone was like a bestowal.

The black and white packaging, printed with a long string of foreign characters and a striking logo, looks somewhat odd. Light blue and dark blue intertwine to form a shape resembling the capital letter B.

The cigarette pack hit Xue Hai's shoulder blade, bounced off, and fell downwards. Xue Hai reacted quickly and stretched out his arms to catch it.

A smile spread across his face: "Thank you, Brother Biao!"

Chen Biao waved his hand and continued to boss people around: "Move all these things piled up at the door into the car."

The footsteps faded away, and the warehouse door was closed again. After a while, making sure there was no movement outside, Chu Yao carefully climbed out of the cargo box.

……

Chu Yaozu begged Chen Biao for a long time before he finally got permission to bring him to the manor. He made up a pretext, saying that his sister worked at a hospital and her workplace required her to extend her leave, a half-true, half-false excuse.

He dared not tell Chen Biao that Chu Yao actually worked for the border defense forces, unless he didn't want to die. Knowing Chen Biao as he did, in a fit of rage, he really would stab him and then leave him to fend for himself on the street.

He waited for ages at the top of the stairs on the third floor, but a guy named Da Niu wouldn't let him go over and knock on the door.

They say Miss Chu has a habit of taking a nap every day, and you can't disturb her before 2:30 pm, otherwise, when their brother Zheng finds out, he'll be in big trouble.

Chu Yaozu waited patiently until 2:30, then stood respectfully at the door of his sister's room and knocked on it—something he had never done in his eighteen years of life.

Going back, from childhood to adulthood, he felt more comfortable entering Chu Yao's room to "take" things than entering his own room. He wouldn't even knock or say hello, let alone knock on the door.

He was mischievous at school and lost all his newly bought pencils, so he secretly sneaked into Chu Yao's room and silently took the only half-pencil from her pencil case. Chu Yao had excellent grades, and the school's end-of-term reward was sometimes a beautiful pencil case, and sometimes a finely crafted fountain pen.

In the end, without exception, all of these things ended up in Chu Yaozu's schoolbag, even though he had no idea how to use a fountain pen.

Such incidents are commonplace.

The door was pulled open from the inside. When Chu Yao saw him, her face showed obvious disgust. Her expression was cold, and she made a move to close the door.

Chu Yaozu reacted quickly, squeezing through the crack in the open door while shouting, "Sister, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me in, I have something to tell you."

……

Chu Yaozu didn't expect that Chu Yao would actually agree to write the application. It seems that his mother really hit Chu Yao's weak spot. Kneeling down and crying was actually so effective.
Chu Yaozu looked at the densely written application for extended leave in his hand, then at another piece of white paper with strange icons and a string of incomprehensible characters.

Thinking of what Chu Yao had just said: "Oh, it's a foreign ointment. The name is a bit long, but it's very effective for frostbite."

When you give it to her, remember to tell her that there are many medications with the same name, but she must buy this brand for the best effect.

Chu Yaozu didn't take it to heart, folded the paper, and put it in his pocket.

……

Meng Youyou opened her umbrella, walked out of the school, closed it, and got into the car.

He glanced at the torrential rain outside the car window, remained silent for a few seconds as if thinking about something, then turned back to his head and said, "Xiao Li, could you please take me to Shitang Town in Xiangyang County?"

Xiao Li asked, puzzled, "Why go to Xiangyang County? It's quite far away. By the time we get back, it'll probably be completely dark."

"When I went to Chu Yao's house last time, I promised Chu Yao's mother that I would help her give Chu Yao's leave extension application form to Director Qi of the infirmary."

But it's raining today, and her brother probably won't be able to come to the camp. I thought we'd take a car and go over. If we're delayed and don't explain the situation to the organization sooner, it will negatively impact Chu Yao."

Xiao Li grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Translator Meng, you and Medical Officer Chu seem to have a pretty good relationship."

"Medical worker Chu usually seems quite aloof and not easy to approach, but she's the one who gives the least painful injections in the clinic, and she's always gentle and tender..." Xiao Li rambled on, opening up a floodgate of conversation.

Why do they all feel that they have a good relationship with Chu Yao?

Is it just because I went to Chu Yao's house several times and promised to submit her application?

Chu Yao always gave Meng Youyou a strange and strong feeling; this girl was like an isolated island.

Complex yet simple, indifferent yet gentle, contradictory yet opposing, or rather, struggling repeatedly, wavering back and forth between reason and nature.

She would scheme against Huo Qingshan by any means necessary, even though she disliked him utterly; she would also coldly tell Meng Youyou, "Zhou Xiaobei will not be coming back."

But at the same time, she would also say to Meng Youyou in a gentle voice, "I used the finest sutures in the clinic, so the chance of scarring will be slightly smaller."

That little bit of gentle kindness in her was enough to move people.

Meng Youyou prefers to believe that the latter is the real her.