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

Chapter 192 "Error" will only be smaller!?

When Meng Youyou woke up, it was just in time for the doctor's morning rounds.

"The wound is healing quite well; the stitches can be removed next week," a middle-aged doctor wearing a mask said, adjusting his glasses.

"Dr. Gong, my daughter is going to an awards ceremony organized by her workplace next Wednesday. I would like to ask if she is in good health?" Hu Shulan asked at the opportune moment.

"It's best to rest for the next two weeks. Attending events is not impossible, but you should try to limit the time spent walking and moving around freely, and avoid standing for long periods of time. You can use a wheelchair to get around, and it shouldn't be a big problem."

Hu Shulan was relieved and followed the doctors to the door, watching them leave.

After everyone left, Meng Youyou lay back down, but inexplicably felt that the pillow on her left side was slightly bulging, as if something was stuffed underneath.

Meng Youyou immediately reached under her pillow and pulled out a bulging, dark yellow envelope with only a few words on the cover: "My secret stash of money. Don't tell your mom."

Meng Youyou suddenly felt a heavy weight in the envelope in her hand.

Hu Shulan turned around and saw her daughter staring blankly at the envelope in her hand. She walked over, glanced at it, and teased her, "Your dad actually hid some New Year's money?"

Upon hearing the sound, Meng Youyou instinctively put away her things, hid them behind her back, and then, after realizing what had happened, suggested, "Why don't you just pretend you don't know?"

Hu Shulan smiled and said, "How many years have I turned a blind eye to this? If it weren't for this, you would have eaten at least half as many candied hawthorns and sweet cakes when you were a child. And where did all those comic books of yours come from? I told you not to read them, so you secretly bought them. Isn't that all thanks to the little bit of private money your father hid?"

After buying the comic books, you were reading them during class. When the teacher found out, they asked your parents to come in. So you went to your dad, and the two of you conspired not to tell me. Did you really think I didn't know anything?

Um... Meng Youyou didn't know what to say.

As if suddenly remembering something else, Meng Youyou asked, "Hey, Mom, back then Grandpa told you to break up with Dad, why did you insist on being with Dad?"

Upon hearing this, Ms. Hu Shulan's face quickly flushed red. "Did your father tell you this? Who insisted on him? He's just being presumptuous. He's so old and doesn't even know how to be ashamed."

I felt sorry for him at the time; he was in the prime of his life but was always listless and had lost his fighting spirit. Your mother took pity on him and reluctantly put up with him.

Meng Youyou smiled, knowing full well but not saying anything, and chuckled, "My dad is really shameless. He actually lied to me and said that you couldn't live without him back then."

……

The highly anticipated Wednesday has arrived as scheduled.

As soon as the nurse removed the IV needle, Meng Youyou, with one hand still pressed against the back of her hand by the cotton swab, turned her head to look in the direction of Ms. Hu Shulan, her eyes sparkling, "Mom, where are my clothes?"

"I hung it in the closet for you on a hanger," Hu Shulan said, walking over to get it for her, then added, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's still early. Aren't you supposed to start at 2 PM?"

"I want to put it on as soon as possible and see if it fits."

Hu Shulan took out a dark green uniform, placed it on the bed, then went over to close the door and asked, "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Meng Youyou mumbled, "Oh, okay. This white shirt is quite fitted. It's hard for me to put on by myself. I might accidentally tear my wound."

"Then don't move," Hu Shulan called to her, and walked a few steps to the bedside.

With the combined efforts of the mother and daughter, Meng Youyou finally managed to get dressed without any major incident.

Excitedly, Meng Youyou put on her slippers, got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked at herself in the mirror by the reflection of the glass.

The clothes fit exceptionally well, as if they were tailor-made. Meng Youyou has a slender waist, and it's usually difficult for her to buy pants that fit properly, but the pants she's wearing fit perfectly, and they don't slip down even without a belt.

Looking at her reflection in the glass window, Meng Youyou said that for a moment, without exaggeration, she didn't even recognize the girl in the glass.
Is she really still the Meng Youyou who wished it would rain every day and couldn't wait for the military training at the beginning of university to end?

Would Meng Youyou feel immense joy at the day she wore the custom-made military uniform that was a special reward for her? Would her eyes shine so brightly? Would she smile so genuinely? ...?
A series of questions kept popping into her mind, but Meng Youyou found that even she herself couldn't answer them. She spent almost half a year in the military camp, living and eating with the soldiers, watching them train hard day after day, never slacking off, patrolling and standing guard without fail, rain or shine, jointly protecting the southern gate of the motherland. Over time, Meng Youyou seemed to genuinely feel that the distance between her and them had narrowed a little bit.

She suddenly felt a little bit of empathy for the weight and significance of wearing this outfit.

"Knock knock knock," a knock sounded on the door. Meng Youyou was startled at first, then her thoughts suddenly returned. She turned around and saw the upper half of someone's face in the small square glass window on the ward door. The person's eyes were smiling gently at her. She didn't know when this person had arrived.

Hu Shulan was originally standing by the bed. After hearing the sound, she moved a few steps away and looked past the blind spot created by the wall before she could see Huo Qingshan.

Hu Shulan walked over and opened the door. Huo Qingshan also straightened his neck and politely greeted her, "Hello, Auntie."

"Little Huo is here, come in and sit down." Hu Shulan's attitude was friendly, neither overly enthusiastic nor distant. This was always her personality; she was kind and polite to everyone.

After pouring a cup of hot water for the couple, Hu Shulan made up an excuse and left, giving the young couple some space.

Before leaving, he quietly whispered something strange to Meng Youyou: "Be mindful of your behavior."

Meng Youyou was completely baffled and didn't understand what her mother meant by that.

After everyone left, Meng Youyou asked, "Did you hear what my mom said to me just now?"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"I suspect I may have misheard."

"So what did you hear?"

"She told me to be careful what I say?"

Huo Qingshan thought for a moment, recalling the Meng family's parents who had been waiting for him in the corridor that night when he came out, and then said, "Then I must have heard correctly."

"You didn't hear me wrong?" Meng Youyou asked, still puzzled. "Then what did she mean by that?"

"I think I should know what it means, but... I think it's best if you don't know."

Meng Youyou: "..."

Huo Qingshan's gaze swept over the girl in front of him, then changed the subject: "Are the clothes suitable? If there's anything that doesn't fit, let me know, and I'll take them back to the military factory to have them altered after today."

Meng Youyou spread her arms and twirled in front of him, then replied with a smile, "It fits perfectly, just right!"

Before she could even finish one turn, Huo Qingshan reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, stopping her. He said seriously, "Don't move around. The stitches were just removed yesterday. Move slowly."

Meng Youyou obediently stopped and stood still, only asking curiously, "But how did the factory know my body measurements?"

Huo Qingshan faced her and replied, "I submitted it."

Meng Youyou blurted out subconsciously, "But I never told you my..." The second half of the sentence rolled to her lips, but she swallowed it back.

Realizing something... an unnatural blush gradually crept up the girl's ears.

Huo Qingshan suddenly had the idea to tease her. He first cleared his throat seriously, and then said meaningfully, "When I was in school, there was a training course called 'jumping eye distance measurement training,' which is a skill of estimating distance and other data without touching real objects. I got full marks in that course every year."

Therefore, if one can handle the actual object, the error will generally be even smaller.

Meng Youyou could tell he was saying it on purpose, so she quickly reached out to cover his mouth.