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

Chapter 185 Long term plan
Before going to bed that night, Meng Youyou didn't hear the lullaby that called her "baby".

In the evening, after getting off the plane, Meng's father and mother went straight to the hospital.

As the two walked up the hospital stairs, Meng's mother continued, "Meng Zhengping, do you remember what I told you? When you see your daughter later, don't give her a hard time, and don't say anything irrelevant."

This time, my daughter has been away from home for so long, and she's been holding a grudge and hasn't contacted the family. You clearly had a way to contact her workplace, but you stubbornly refused to tell me.

"Now look what's happened. Even though our daughter was injured and hospitalized, she didn't plan to let us know. If Shen Xi hadn't told us..."

"I know, I know, you've been nagging me about it the whole way."

After getting the ward number at the nurses' station, the two went straight to Meng Youyou's ward.

The door to the room was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow crack. The two women peered through the crack, their heads close together, and saw a handsome man feeding his daughter dinner. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious, and anyone who saw them would praise them as a perfect couple.
Of course, Meng Zhengping is an exception!
The man's face immediately fell, and he made as if to push the door open and barge in, but Hu Shulan stopped him.

Hu Shulan dragged Meng Zhengping to a corner of the corridor and demanded, "What do you want to do? Haven't you ruined your relationship with your daughter enough?"

Meng Zhengping was a little agitated: "This girl is getting bolder and bolder. She hasn't contacted her family for so long, and she's even secretly started dating behind our backs!"

“Youyou is already twenty-one. What’s wrong with dating at this age? I was the same age as her when I married you.”

"How can that be the same? We've known each other since we were kids, we know each other inside and out. That kid doesn't look like a good person at all, he looks shifty-eyed, do you think he's good enough for our Youyou?"

Hu Shulan retorted in disagreement, "I think that young man is quite handsome. He's a little less handsome than our Youyou, but he's much more handsome than you were when you were young."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhengping became even angrier, his eyebrows almost standing on end.

Hu Shulan repeatedly instructed, "Once you're inside, don't give her a hard time. You have to listen to me and do what I say. Our daughter is in the hospital, don't you feel sorry for her as her father? Just be considerate of her now, don't go out of your way to make things difficult for her!"

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Meng Zhengping could only compromise: "I heard you."

……

Meng Youyou swallowed a mouthful of steamed egg custard and looked up to see two middle-aged people, one dressed in a low-key but extraordinary manner, pushing open the door and entering. Both of them wore winter hats to keep warm, which covered most of their faces.

Meng Youyou felt a jolt of realization. These two must be Meng Youyou's parents, right?
Although I had rehearsed the scene of meeting them a hundred times in my mind beforehand, and prepared what to say to be the safest thing to do.

But when the person actually got closer, she took a closer look and forgot to make the rehearsed reaction. Instead, she froze on the spot.

It was so shocking! How could they look exactly like their parents?!

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She had inexplicably arrived in another world in a different time and space, all alone, and was now injured and hospitalized. How could she not miss home?
Huo Qingshan was stunned. His right hand, which was holding the soup spoon, suddenly stopped in mid-air, neither moving up nor down.

When Hu Shulan saw her daughter crying, she immediately turned away and secretly wiped away her tears. Meng Zhengping stepped forward, patted his wife's shoulder gently in a comforting tone, and whispered, "Alright, alright, don't cry. What would it look like if the child saw you like that?"

……

Hu Shulan replaced Huo Qingshan, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her daughter's hand and expressing her longing. The two grown men stood by the window, staring at each other.

Meng Zhengping looked the young man up and down, then suddenly asked, "What do you do, young man?"

"A soldier."

Meng Zhengping was not surprised by the answer. Although he said that the young man looked shifty-eyed, Meng Zhengping had to admit that the young man in front of him was upright and had straight shoulders and back, and did look like a soldier.

He gave a curt "Oh," and then asked, "Is she in the same company as our Youyou now? What's her position?"

"Battalion Commander." Huo Qingshan answered whatever the other party asked, his attitude not enthusiastic, but still polite and respectful.

Meng Zhengping raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, his prejudice slightly lessening.

Well... I guess you could call him young and promising.

After asking several rounds of questions, Meng Zhengping finally remembered to ask the most basic information: "What's the young man's name? How old is he? Where is he from?"

"Huo Qingshan is 27 years old this year and is a native of Fanzhou City."

Huo Qingshan... As soon as the name was mentioned, Meng Zhengping felt that it sounded very familiar, but he couldn't remember where this sense of familiarity came from for a while.

Meng Zhengping thought for a moment and realized that it was quite common for boys to be named Qingshan or similar names in this day and age. He was a local, so he probably had no prior interaction with him.

So I didn't think much of it, but instead focused on her age—twenty-seven? That's a bit old for our Youyou... isn't it?

Meng Zhengping reversed the slight increase in favorability he had just gained, returning it to square one.

After thinking for a moment, she asked a crucial question: "How long have you been with our Youyou?"

Before Huo Qingshan could answer, Meng Youyou, lying on the hospital bed, interjected, "Dad, what are you saying? He's our boss. He came to the hospital today to show concern for his subordinates. Don't ask him so many strange questions; it's impolite!"

Meng Youyou interrupted him just in time, successfully stopping Huo Qingshan from giving the answer he was about to blurt out.

The mother and daughter on the side seemed to be confiding in each other, but in reality, ever since the "interrogation" by the window began, they had been absentmindedly listening to the conversation.

As soon as the words were spoken, both men looked in the direction of the voice.

Meng Zhengping was about to expose this utterly untenable lie: "What leader would feed...", but he was stopped halfway through his sentence by a glare from Hu Shulan.

That look seemed to say—whatever your daughter says goes. If she doesn't want to admit it now, so be it. Don't go against her!
Meng Weiping swallowed all his words and turned to Huo Qingshan, smiling as he said, "So this is our Youyou's leader! Commander Huo is so busy, yet he still took the time to come see our Youyou. What a good leader!"

"It's getting late, and there must be a lot of things waiting for you at the military base. You need to be there. Why don't you go back first?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan looked at Meng Youyou again. The girl winked at him, her eyes conveying a pleading look.

The tacit understanding that the two had developed made it easy for Huo Qingshan to understand her intentions—this matter should not be rushed. I will first sound them out and then make a long-term plan.