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

Chapter 193 "Petty"

Huo Qingshan looked at the lonely navy blue tie draped beside the bed and asked, "Don't you want to wear a tie?"

Meng Youyou also looked over, shook her head, "I don't know how to tie this, I'll ask my mom to tie it for me when she gets back." As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Huo Qingshan's collar, and she changed her words, "I think you tied it quite well, did you tie it yourself?"

"Ah."

"Then tie it for me. You can teach me how, and I'll tie it for you after I've learned it."

Huo Qingshan strode to the bedside, picked up the tie near the pillow, patted the edge of the bed, and called to her, "Come sit here, don't just stand there."

Meng Youyou obediently complied, sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together, dangling in the air and swaying back and forth slightly, about two or three inches off the ground. She placed her hands on either side of her body, tilted her head back to look at him, and said with a smile, "Teacher Huo, I'm ready, we can begin."

Huo Qingshan bent down, put the tie under the collar of the girl's white shirt, held the two ends of the tie with both hands, raised it in front of her, and explained softly: "The narrow end is on your right side, and the wide end is on your left side. Leave about 30 centimeters more on the left side than on the right side."

Meng Youyou nodded.

As the man spoke, he demonstrated, “Wrap the wide end over the narrow end, go around to the left and up once. After you’ve wrapped it around, continue to hold the wide end and pass it under the narrow end, going around to the left and up once. After you’ve wrapped it around, the tie will now form a solid Y shape.”

Realizing that she couldn't see anything even if she looked down, Huo Qingshan held the bow tie in place with one hand and took her hand with the other, touching the half-finished bow tie. His voice was gentle: "Feel it yourself, it's roughly this shape."

"Oh," Meng Youyou nodded again.

"Finally, hold the wide end and place it over the narrow end from left to right, then wrap it around the neckline to form a loop. Now you have a basic bow tie shape."

Feel it; there's a small opening here, big enough to fit two fingers.

He asked her to touch it again, and she reached out to touch it again, mimicking his actions. This time she answered quickly, "It's inside."

The next second, Huo Qingshan grabbed her hand, handed her one end of the tie, and guided her, "Like this, thread it through the small loop from top to bottom, and then slowly tighten it. That's how you tie a bow tie."

Along with his words came a fleeting, light kiss on her lips. His face was very close to hers as he asked, "Have you learned it?"

Meng Youyou cupped the face of the person in front of her in her hands, leaned closer, and returned a light kiss, "I've learned it."

As soon as Huo Qingshan was about to make a move, Meng Youyou pressed her index finger against his lips and nose. The girl warned him seriously, "My mom could come back at any time. My parents don't have a very good impression of you yet. We must not let them think you are frivolous. So we have to be careful."

Hearing this, Huo Qingshan was truly at a loss for words: "..."

……

Huo Qingshan pushed Meng Youyou to the car. Meng Youyou sat in the wheelchair and said, "Mom, you can go back now. I'll be back later. Don't worry."

"Okay," Hu Shulan replied, then looked at Huo Qingshan standing behind her daughter: "Little Huo, Youyou can't stand or walk for long periods of time yet. When we get there, please take good care of her."

Huo Qingshan nodded, "I understand, Auntie. Don't worry, I will take good care of Youyou."

The two watched Ms. Hu Shulan walk away. Meng Youyou stood up from her wheelchair. Huo Qingshan wanted to reach out to help her, but Meng Youyou smiled and refused, saying, "It's not that serious. I can walk these few steps by myself."

Meng Youyou walked to the passenger side of the car alone. As soon as she opened the door, a bouquet of bright red roses came into view. The rose petals were layered and faced her, along with a faint but rich fragrance.

Meng Youyou's eyes widened instantly, a look of surprise blooming in them. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she turned to look at the person who was stuffing a wheelchair into the trunk. His eyes weren't looking in her direction; his gaze seemed to be focused on the wheelchair in his hands. But Meng Youyou just felt that this person must have been secretly watching her reaction.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Meng Youyou's lips as she got into the car, hugged the flowers to her chest, and sniffed them.

At this moment, Huo Qingshan, who had placed his wheelchair, got into the car, inserted the key into the ignition, and started the car.

Meng Youyou kept staring at him with her head tilted to the side, one hand propping up her chin, looking troubled. After a while, she finally spoke: "Battalion Commander Huo, I think you've gone astray!"

Huo Qingshan drove without looking to the side, replying, "Where did he go astray?" "My boyfriend suddenly learned so many romantic flirting tricks one day, writing love poems and sending flowers. He's self-taught and uses them with great skill, one after another, leaving me overwhelmed."

Logically speaking, shouldn't I be starting to feel a sense of crisis?

"How to say?"

"Tell me the truth, have you done something wrong?"

Huo Qingshan knew she was joking, but simply said, "It's just... someone told me that girls like these things and will be happy to receive them."

Meng Youyou narrowed her eyes slightly. "Who said that?" she asked, leaning her head back against the chair. Her tone was casual. "Your childhood sweetheart? Or that ballet-dancing soldier?"

Huo Qingshan's nerves tightened, and he immediately sensed that something was terribly wrong. He was about to ask when he thought about it again and realized that during this time, besides Xiao Li, she had only been in contact with Lu Feng. However, Lu Feng didn't know all this, so he asked, "Did Xiao Li complain about you?"

Meng Youyou turned to look out the window and replied listlessly, "What do you care who told me? It's all your own doing anyway."

Before we knew it, the car slowly came to a stop, and the scenery outside the window changed from flowing to still.

Meng Youyou turned her head and found Huo Qingshan looking at her.
"Oh, I know that last time Xiaoyan specially wore the bracelet that I asked her to pass on to her grandmother in front of you, and that she told you that the two families had arranged a marriage between them since they were children. You are a little bothered by these two things."

I also have a responsibility to give you an explanation.

First, let's talk about the arranged marriage. I watched Xiaoyan grow up since she was a child, and I'm almost ten years older than her. Emotionally speaking, I've always treated her like my own younger sister, and I could never have any other thoughts.

Then there's Xiaoyan. Her upbringing was somewhat complicated, and I can't say too much about it. Basically, her father ignored her, so it was like she didn't have a father at all. Her mother passed away when she was in junior high school.

Our two families were neighbors. When we were little, her mother and my family often helped each other out. My father was always very busy with work and rarely home. In the early years, my maternal grandfather's traditional Chinese medicine shop business went up and down, and they were often short-handed. My mother and maternal grandmother would help out. If no one was home, Xiaoyan's mother would cook an extra meal and invite me to her house for a meal. Once, I was sick with a high fever, and it was Xiaoyan's mother who found out and took me to the clinic. There were many similar incidents.

I was just eleven years old when my mother passed away. That same year, my father was transferred to a job and spent most of his time in the capital. I didn't go to the capital until I was in junior high school.

I remember the winter of sixth grade very clearly. That year, it snowed heavily in Panzhou, a rare occurrence. My grandparents were old and their eyesight wasn't good. My cotton-padded coat had a hole in the back, and it was Xiaoyan's mother who first noticed and mended it for me.

Huo Qingshan was still talking when his right hand was suddenly grasped. He felt a soft and warm touch on the back of his hand. Huo Qingshan heard the girl say, "If you don't want to talk, then don't. I believe you."

Huo Qingshan grasped her hand in return, his voice calm and gentle: "It's nothing."

She continued, "Xiaoyan and her mother are my relatives. When I was in junior high and high school, I would go back to my maternal grandfather's house every winter and summer vacation. Xiaoyan was still very young then. During my four years of university, the school's management was very strict, so I rarely went back."

After graduating from university, I came to work at 624. Since it was close to home, I would take the time to go back and visit my maternal grandparents. By then, Xiaoyan was already in junior high and high school. Her mother had passed away, and she had no one to rely on. Her maternal grandmother took care of her every day. Every time I went back, I would buy her some school supplies and daily necessities, and if I had time, I would also tutor her for a while.

Looking back now, I realize that I may not have done a good enough job. She is young and has not received much love growing up, so she may not be able to distinguish between dependence and liking and love. I was too careless and did not consider this point, neglecting to provide her with positive guidance in this regard.

As for why she did that that day, I've thought about the reasons. It might be because there aren't many people in this world who are good to her, so she doesn't want to lose the important people around her, and in response, she will show hostility towards you.

This time, she came to the military base with her grandmother to bring me some things. I'll find a chance to have a proper talk with her later.

Meng Youyou took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, gently rubbing it, and murmured, "Okay, I understand. This matter is over for me."

"And then there's that female soldier in the arts and culture troupe, she..."

Meng Youyou interrupted sharply, "Stop talking, I don't want to know anymore. You're making me seem petty!"

Huo Qingshan retorted earnestly, "No, it's me who wants to tell you, I want to tell you."

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