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

Chapter 187 Impure motives
A dark green figure flashed past the doorway. Meng Youyou, sitting on the bed, craned her neck to look and couldn't help but smile. But she quickly suppressed her smile, hiding her inner joy, and turned her head to glance at Ms. Hu Shulan, who was standing at the table with her back to her.

"Mom, the oranges are all gone," Meng Youyou called out.

Hu Shulan turned around. "Do you still want to eat it? I'll go buy some."

Meng Youyou nodded, "I want to eat it."

"Where did you buy those oranges last time? I tried one, and it tasted really good."

Meng Youyou's eyes darted around, and she said vaguely, "Just go to the fruit stall outside the hospital to buy it. These were brought over by my colleagues when they came to visit me at the hospital last time, and I'm not quite sure where they bought them."

Meng Youyou lied without batting an eye. These oranges were picked fresh by the fruit farmers at an orchard in Huaning County, dozens of kilometers away, just a few days ago, after she had Huo Qingshan make a special trip. They were extremely fresh and tasted great.

Hu Shulan walked to the cabinet, opened the door, took out her bag, and reached in to rummage for change while reminding him, "I'll be right back. Your dad is really something. He just invited someone to dinner at the cafeteria, how come he hasn't come back yet after so long?"

"Hey, if you need anything before I get back, just call the nurse."

"understood."

Hu Shulan stopped at the door, turned around and asked, "Besides oranges, is there any other fruit you'd like to eat?"

"Then let's buy some more bananas."

……

Huo Qingshan hid at the end of the corridor, watching Meng's mother's figure disappear around the corner before emerging from the emergency exit.

As soon as I came out, I saw a small head peeking out of the door of ward number five, looking around.

Meng Youyou turned her head and saw a man standing at the end of the corridor, a smile on his lips, walking towards her.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly pulled her head back in and slammed the door shut behind her.

Huo Qingshan knocked on the door with an air of seriousness. The door was quickly pulled open from the inside, and the next second, the man's wrist was grabbed and he was forcefully pulled into the room.

Huo Qingshan watched Meng Youyou frantically trying to lock the door, puzzled, and asked, "Why are you locking the door?"

After locking the door, Meng Youyou turned around, leaned against the door panel, and looked guilty. "It seems my dad has found out about our affair!"

Upon hearing a strange word, Huo Qingshan's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, but he didn't correct him. Instead, he asked, "And then?"

The man's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the girl's bare feet. "From what I've observed, my dad..." Suddenly, a large hand gripped her waist, and then her body was abruptly lifted into the air. In a moment of panic, Meng Youyou instinctively reached out and grabbed the man's neck.

Huo Qingshan carried the girl to the bedside. "It's cold. It's one thing not to wear socks, but why aren't you wearing shoes either?"

Meng Youyou said with a grin, "I'm afraid my ex-boyfriend, who isn't well-liked by my father-in-law, will have no one to confide in if he's wronged."

Huo Qingshan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Your dad... doesn't like me... because I'm too old?"

"That shouldn't be the main reason. I was just about to say that, based on my observation, my dad probably already knows about your relationship with the Huo family."

Huo Qingshan put Meng Youyou on the bed, then got up to get the enamel basin under the table, picked up the thermos on the table, poured out some hot water, soaked a towel in it, and wrung it out.

A steaming, damp towel was wrapped around Meng Youyou's dirty feet, and the man carefully wiped the soles of her feet with meticulous movements.

Meng Youyou observed his expression and tentatively asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?" The man tucked one of her clean feet into the blanket, then wiped the other foot. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I'll find a suitable time to talk to your father."

The man kept his head down, his hands moving without stopping, his voice gentle and calming: "Your priority right now is to stay in the hospital and recover. Don't think too much. Leave everything else to me."

He looked up into her eyes and said earnestly, "Yoyo, trust me, okay?"

Meng Youyou rushed over and hugged the man tightly, whispering in his ear, "Yes, I believe you."

……

When Mencius' mother returned with a bag of oranges and a bag of bananas, she found the door to the ward tightly closed and the room dark, with no lights on.

Meng's mother was startled. She put her hand on the doorknob but found that she couldn't turn it at all, and she panicked even more.

But... I could faintly hear my daughter's voice coming from the room, which put my mind at ease. I wondered: Why are the lights out so early today?
Just as I was about to call out to her to open the door, I suddenly realized that the sound seemed a little off... "whimpering and sobbing."

Hu Shulan looked into the room through the glass. The room was pitch black, but the curtains were not drawn. If she stared into the room for a while, she could still vaguely make out two figures outlined by the moonlight pouring down.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, the girl sat on his lap, the two of them were tightly embracing, kissing passionately, reluctant to part.

Realizing what she had seen, Hu Shulan was so startled that she almost dropped the two fruit bags she was carrying.

……

When Meng Zhengping went upstairs, he saw his wife pacing back and forth at the top of the stairs on the fourth floor, carrying two bags of fruit.

Meng Zhengping strode up the steps. "What's wrong? Why are you standing here, leaving Youyou alone in the ward?"

Hu Shulan replied irritably, "Your daughter isn't alone in the hospital room right now."

Meng Zhengping understood the meaning behind her words almost instantly. He knew perfectly well who else would be in the ward besides Youyou. He made a move to go over, but Hu Shulan stopped him.

"What's wrong? You're stopping me again. I've already told you about that kid's family background. For the sake of Youyou's injury and hospitalization, I've held back from saying a word these past few days, just in case my daughter gets upset."

But leaving this matter unresolved isn't a good idea either. The longer it drags on, the deeper their feelings will become, and the more complicated things will get. It's better to cut things off quickly and decisively.

Hu Shulan couldn't describe what she had seen, so she could only comfort her, "Don't get agitated. Think things through before you act. Besides, Youyou isn't a child anymore. Even if we care about her, we have to respect her own thoughts."

Meng Zhengping sighed, took the bag of fruit from Hu Shulan's hand, and continued, "My father did things that wronged the Huo family back then, but even if there is a debt to pay, it should be paid by me, as his son, brother, and father."

No matter what, I will not push my daughter out into the world.

Hu Shulan hesitated: "But I don't think Youyou's boyfriend seems to have impure motives as you said. I think he might genuinely like our Youyou."

"So what if I really like her? Huo Zhenbang promised me back then that he would take good care of Niao Niao."

But in the end, how much suffering did my sister endure during all these years of marriage?

How did the Huo family treat her? No one took her seriously, and Niao Niao never complained to us; she always swallowed her grievances alone.

Besides, given Huo Qingshan's attitude towards Youyou—running away from home to show his defiance and not returning to the Huo family for years, with outsiders spreading rumors that my sister drove away the eldest grandson of the Huo family, saying the most awful things—how can I possibly believe he truly cares for Youyou?
In short, I absolutely have to get involved in this. If my daughter wants to hate me in the future, let her hate me. I can't just stand by and watch her jump headfirst into a fire pit.