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

Chapter 198 Stay away from him?
The car drove out of the brigade base and passed through the streets near the market, where there were stalls selling New Year's goods everywhere.

Snacks such as melon seeds, peanuts, frozen rice candy, and candy are readily available. There are also a variety of decorations such as bright red couplets, window decorations, door god paintings, and lanterns. There are also fireworks and firecrackers piled up in the corner. Just looking at them from a distance, one can imagine the unique festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

Meng Youyou called out, "Battalion Commander Huo."

Hearing the sound, Huo Qingshan, who was driving, turned his head slightly to look at her. "What's wrong?"

What are your plans for Chinese New Year?

"We must stand guard."

"Huh?" Meng Youyou asked in surprise. "You still have to stand guard? I've never seen you on guard before?"

"It has been a long-standing tradition in the military that officers take over the duty on New Year's Eve. This is an unwritten rule that officers take over the duty from the rank-and-file soldiers on New Year's Eve."

"Oh, oh," Meng Youyou nodded knowingly.

What were you originally going to say?

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you could come out of the hospital that day to spend the New Year with me and my mom. If you have work, then it's fine, it's no big deal."

Huo Qingshan glanced at the girl's expression through the rearview mirror; she didn't seem to care much.

……

Prava Bang is the second largest city in Mang State. Located in the northern part of Mang State, it borders the southern part of Nam Ngum Province. Situated in a basin area, the terrain is relatively flat, surrounded by numerous mountains, and the climate is warm and humid year-round.

It was also a major trading port connecting the upper reaches of Mangguo to China.

A few days ago, there was a heavy rain here, and now the rain has stopped and the sky is clear and blue.

Standing on the balcony and looking out, a large expanse of tender green seedlings swayed gently in the breeze, like a sea of ​​emerald grass on the shore of a freshwater lake in early spring.

At first glance, it looks like a pleasing pastoral scene, if not for the guard shacks scattered throughout, and the men standing inside with guns.

In another two or three months, they will not only sprout new shoots, but also bloom with alluring, bright red flowers that are not only beautiful but also highly poisonous.

"Knock knock knock," Jiang Zheng heard the knocking and went back to his room from the balcony to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Li Yasong. "In two days it will be Chinese New Year's Eve. Mr. Wen asked me to come over and ask if there is any hometown dish you would like to eat. The chef here was brought from China, so he might be able to make it."

Jiang Zheng thought for a moment and suggested a dish: "Steamed Chicken in a Clay Pot."

Li Yasong smiled and said, "Okay."

"Does Mr. Wen also celebrate the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes, he is Chinese too."

Jiang Zheng subtly probed, "Is Mr. Wen's wife also like that?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Li Yasong's eyes, but it was not obvious. He was an expert at hiding his true emotions for many years. The man smiled and replied, "Yes, so is she."

Jiang Zheng hesitated before asking, "But when I saw Mr. Wen's wife last time, she seemed...very depressed?"

A cold, shallow smile curved Li Yasong's lips, but his tone was heavy: "The pain of losing a son is inevitable." Not long after Li Yasong left, someone knocked on Jiang Zheng's door again. This time, Qian Zhihu was the one who opened the door.

When Qian Zhihu saw the door open, he was about to walk in without saying a word. Jiang Zheng didn't stop him and let him in. Knowing that he had something to say, he thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Jiang Zheng spoke first, stating his position: "I'm not drinking anymore. I really can't drink with you anymore. I threw up all night yesterday."

Qian Zhihu waved his hand, his voice deep and rough: "I didn't come to see you for drinks. I wanted to tell you that no matter what, you should stay away from Li Yasong."

Jiang Zheng feigned ignorance and asked, "Why?"

After a brief hesitation of two seconds, Qian Zhihu said readily, "Fine, we're brothers, so I'll tell you. Li Yasong is Wen Xiao's illegitimate son, and my sister will definitely not let him go. Getting too close to him won't end well for you. The rest is up to you. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Jiang Zheng continued to feign confusion: "Well, I'm going to die either way, after all. He's Mr. Wen's son, and Mr. Wen is the top leader here."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhihu snorted coldly, his disdain evident in his words, "Without my sister, would he be where he is today? He even dares to keep a mistress outside, what is he anyway?"

Jiang Zheng didn't respond, letting him continue venting: "Let me put it this way, on the surface Wen Xiao is the top leader here, but in reality my sister controls far more resources than him. If he were wholeheartedly devoted to my sister, it wouldn't matter who he gave those things to. Besides, even if they were given to him, they would all end up with Cen Qing anyway. But who could have imagined that things don't always go as planned? Suddenly an illegitimate child appeared, and Cen Qing... just like that, was gone. After that, anything can happen."

"That's all I can say to you," he patted Jiang Zheng on the shoulder and reminded him, "Brother, sometimes choosing the right side is more important than anything else!"

What Qian Zhihu said basically matched the information they had, except for the phrase "much more".

The Qian family ultimately underestimated Wen Xiao's abilities. Since he could keep a mistress behind Qian Xue's back, secretly arrange an identity for his illegitimate child, and openly keep him by his side for so long before being discovered, why couldn't he secretly expand into something else?

This large overseas organization, which integrates drug manufacturing and trafficking, was initially established by Qian Xue's first husband. However, while Qian Xue was with that man, she also took a liking to one of his underlings, Wen Xiao.

When Wen Xiao was young, he was a handsome young man. Among a group of rough and savage men, his temperament was very refined, making him stand out from the crowd.

Qian Xue's husband fell into a police trap during a large transaction and was shot dead on the spot due to his fierce resistance.

Later, with Qian Xue's deliberate support, Wen Xiao gradually became the second-generation leader, and at the same time, she became his second husband.

After seeing Qian Zhihu off, Jiang Zheng lay exhausted on the bed. He had only been here for a few days and was still feeling unwell due to the change in environment. In addition, Qian Zhihu kept challenging him to drinking contests because he was unhappy with him. The hangover headache made him inexplicably irritable.

Although his eyes were closed, he dared not fall into a deep sleep. In his hazy state, he remembered that in the room at the manor, every time Xu Penggang or Huang Zhiqiang got him to drink, she would massage him after he returned to the room. Her slender fingers would probe into his hair, and her fingertips would often be slightly cool at first, but as her fingertips moved, they would bring a tingling sensation, stimulating his nerves.

But... the girl kept a cold expression on her face.

At first, Jiang Zheng thought she was resentful because her hands were sore from massaging, but she didn't dare not stop. She wanted to please him and gain some favor so that if she encountered any problems one day, he would remember her kindness and help her.

So Jiang Zheng thought he was being very considerate and said to her, "If you're tired, don't press anymore. I'm not asking you to press for me."

To everyone's surprise, the girl coldly replied, "Not tired."

Jiang Zheng smiled and said, "Then why do you always have that look on your face that says you want to beat me to death while you're massaging me?"

Chu Yao glanced at him and said, "You don't respect the fruits of my labor."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng immediately understood; she was referring to the injury on his waist.

I forgot to close the door when I came in from the balcony, and now a breeze is blowing into the room, bringing a slight coolness. The climate here is warmer than in Panyu City.

Jiang Zheng recalled her technique, her thumb pushing and kneading upwards along her brow bone with more force than hers. Whether it was psychological or something else, Jiang Zheng seemed to feel the pain gradually lessening.