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

Chapter 194 She knew she couldn't do that.
"Oh, then go ahead and tell me." Meng Youyou gave me an expression that said, "You're the one who insisted on telling me, I'm just listening casually."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan couldn't help but smirk. Meng Youyou glared at him and asked threateningly, "What are you laughing at?"

Huo Qingshan's smile faded, and he said seriously, "It's nothing, I just think it's cute."

"Stop with the nonsense, you smooth talker. This beauty will not accept any bribes, not even bullets or cannonballs." Meng Youyou adopted the demeanor of a cold-faced judge, and casually shook off the hand she was holding.

Huo Qingshan hesitated before asking, "What did Xiao Li tell you about that dancing soldier?"

Meng Youyou sneered, "Battalion Commander Huo, are you trying to put me in this position? Are you planning to tailor your words and remedy based on how much information I have?"

"No," Huo Qingshan said calmly, telling the truth: "She is the wife of my college classmate. Her unit, the General Political Department's Art Troupe, organized a large-scale performance to comfort people at the grassroots level near the end of the year. We met backstage and exchanged a few pleasantries."

"Then why are you giving her money?"

Huo Qingshan's eyes twitched. He hadn't expected that Xiao Li would notice such a detail. After only a moment's hesitation, he continued without changing his expression, "I'm giving a gift. My classmate invited me to his wedding, but I had a mission at the time and couldn't take leave, so I couldn't go. I just happened to run into him this time, so I'm giving him a gift."

I thought she would continue to press for confirmation, but to my surprise, after biting her lip and thinking hard for a long time, the next question she asked was: "If... I... have just turned eighteen this year, and you are almost ten years older than me, would you still like me?"

Huo Qingshan: "..."

Meng Youyou, whose thought process was quite peculiar, was staring at him with wide curiosity.

After a few seconds of contemplation, under the pressure of the intense gaze from the other party, Huo Qingshan could only reply, "I can't answer such a hypothetical question."

Meng Youyou was not surprised by this answer, especially hearing it from him.

Feeling disappointed? Perhaps a tiny bit. A young girl's heart is often filled with longing, and she might occasionally hope that her lover will say something like, "No matter what you are like, as long as you are you, as long as I have met you, I will fall in love with you countless times."

But if he were to actually say such a thing one day, Meng Youyou would probably pinch the flesh on her arm hard with a mixture of fear and disgust, desperately wanting to figure out if she was having some strange dream right now.

……

The commendation ceremony was organized and hosted by the public security authorities, but the venue was still the medium-sized auditorium on the first floor of the anti-drug brigade's base office building.

Above the square meter white wall on the front, twelve large red characters are hung: "Sharp sword to cut through poison, safeguard peace, duty without hesitation."

On the left side of the stage stood a tall black microphone. Below the stage, dozens of rows of dark brown wooden benches were arranged in an orderly manner, without any superfluous decorations, and the setup was quite simple.

The majority of the crowd consisted of police officers in olive green uniforms, intermingling with soldiers in dark green uniforms. They filled the entire auditorium in small groups.

Standing in the crowd, Chu Yao saw Huo Qingshan pushing Meng Youyou in and immediately walked over.

"The infirmary has been very busy lately, and I haven't been able to find time to visit you. How are you feeling now? You look much better than the last time I saw you."

"If they hadn't insisted on me using a wheelchair, I would have loved to stand up and perform a set of military boxing for you right now."

Chu Yao smiled and said with relief, "That's good."

The minor incident on the way meant that the two arrived just in time, and the opening ceremony of the commendation meeting began not long after they took their seats.

The director took the stage and read the opening address. The atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and everyone's expressions were solemn. "Comrades, fellow soldiers, good afternoon!"
Today, we gather here with immense excitement and pride to solemnly convene the commendation meeting for the 2.13 anti-drug operation in Fanzhou. On behalf of the Fanzhou Public Security Bureau, I would like to extend my highest respect to all the personnel who fought bravely in this operation!
Drugs are a social scourge, a major culprit endangering people's lives and property and undermining social stability and harmony. In recent years, drug-related crimes in Fanzhou City have become increasingly rampant. A large drug lord gang led by Xu Penggang has long been entrenched in the area, seriously threatening the health and safety of citizens and social morality.

In order to eradicate this scourge, the Panzhou Anti-Drug Brigade, in conjunction with the 624 Border Defense Force, meticulously planned and carried out the Panzhou 2.13 Anti-Drug Special Operation.

……

Ultimately, a major victory was achieved in this battle against drugs.

The complete success of this operation is inseparable from the selfless dedication and heroic efforts of every participant.

Here, I would like to give special commendation to Comrade Meng Youyou, the translator from the 624 Border Defense Force. During the final operation, she promptly discovered the criminals' intentions and took effective action, sacrificing her own life to prevent even greater casualties. This selfless dedication is worthy of emulation by all of us present.

Hearing this, Meng Youyou felt her cheeks burning, especially when she received admiring or inquisitive glances from all directions, which made her even more embarrassed.

"I propose that we give a warm round of applause to the groups and individuals who have made outstanding contributions to this operation and express our heartfelt congratulations!"

In an instant, thunderous applause resounded in the small auditorium, and Meng Youyou joined in, cheering for everyone.

……

Meng Youyou went up to receive the award with Chu Yao. After they came down, Huo Qingshan crouched down and came over to say a few words to her, asking if she felt uncomfortable anywhere. Meng Youyou urged him to hurry back to his seat, saying, "I was only on stage for a few minutes. Don't be so delicate. Everyone is watching us. You should go back quickly."

When he came to his senses, he realized that Chu Yao was gone, and the award ceremony on the stage was still going on.

Meng Youyou turned her head to look at the back row and saw a person walking out of the back door of the auditorium. It was Chu Yao.

As Chu Yao left the office building, she glanced back at the lively awards ceremony through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the auditorium. Lu Feng was standing there, giving his acceptance speech, surrounded by his colleagues, each one exuding confidence and integrity.

She walked out of the brigade base alone and wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys.

Before I knew it, I had wandered into a community square. In one corner of the square, a few old men were playing chess. During working hours on a weekday, there weren't many people in the square; it could even be described as deserted.

Suddenly, two women walked past Chu Yao. They were walking in a hurry. One of them looked very anxious. As the other passed by, Chu Yao seemed to hear her say, "It's just ahead. You'll see when you get there. How could I lie to you about this?"

Chu Yao saw the middle-aged woman, who looked slightly younger, leading a woman with a worried face to the notice board in the square. She pointed to a piece of paper with black characters on a white background and said something. From a distance, the woman looked very confident.

The older woman looked up and her body went limp instantly. She collapsed to the ground and wailed. As she cried, she stubbornly looked up at the notice that had shattered her will. She sat on the ground, crawled closer, and looked more closely, as if she couldn't accept what she was seeing. She even reached out a trembling hand to touch it, touch it again and again, trying to confirm whether it was real or fake.
Or rather, it's more like trying to find some false traces in the face of irrefutable facts?
Driven by some unknown impulse, Chu Yao walked over. When she saw the contents of the announcement, a tear unexpectedly fell and landed on the red, thick-covered certificate of honor she was holding in her arms.

The announcement's title, prominently featuring the three large characters "Wanted," is eye-catching and easy to understand.

Jiang Zheng's photo was prominently displayed at the top, on the left, while Li Yasong's photo was placed next to him on the right.

The air was filled with the woman's desperate cries: "My son, how could you do such a thing?"

With the prize she had just received tucked in her coat pocket—a gold fountain pen—Chu Yao suddenly felt an urge to take out the pen and cross out his photo. He shouldn't be on this piece of paper; he should be standing in that clean and tidy auditorium, more than anyone else.

But Chu Yao didn't. Her knuckles gripped the pen so tightly that the pen shaft trembled uncontrollably. She knew she couldn't do that.