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

Chapter 201 Be a Princess~
Nanyu Town.

The car stopped in front of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Huo Qingshan unbuckled his seatbelt, and suddenly his right arm was grabbed. Meng Youyou tilted her head and asked him, "Is this outfit appropriate? Does it look too informal?"

"There aren't many rules; my maternal grandparents are very easygoing people."

"Is my makeup too heavy?"

"No, it's just right, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it."

Meng Youyou looked conflicted. "But... isn't being too beautiful a bad thing?"

Huo Qingshan smiled, reached out and pinched her cheek, and gently comforted her, "Don't be nervous, I've already spoken to them, they won't ask you any strange questions."

Meng Youyou let go of his arm, scoffed, and refused to admit it, saying, "Who's nervous?"

Huo Qingshan conceded: "It was my nervousness."

After the two got out of the car, they walked to the trunk and took out a mountain of gift boxes. Huo Qingshan couldn't help but exclaim again, "You really bought too much. These must have cost you two months' salary!"

Meng Youyou pouted, her tone nonchalant: "My dad left me his little savings before he passed away, and I received three big red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. Battalion Commander Huo, don't worry, your girlfriend is quite wealthy now."

"Besides, my mother said that when visiting the man's family for the first time, we must be polite."

Huo Qingshan carried all the things himself. When Meng Youyou saw this, she wanted to help carry two of them, but Huo Qingshan refused, saying, "You were just discharged from the hospital, don't tire yourself out."

Meng Youyou snatched the lightest gift box from Huo Qingshan's hands, winked at him, and smiled mischievously: "I still have to put on a show~"

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Meng Youyou stood at the entrance of the clinic and looked up. The wooden plaque was engraved with the words "Ruizhixuan" in clerical script with gold lacquer. Although the lacquer was peeling, it exuded a simple and ancient charm that had been accumulated over the years.

Two red lanterns hang on either side of the entrance, probably put up during the Chinese New Year a while ago.

As soon as you enter the hall, a rich and unique medicinal fragrance wafts over you. Facing the entrance is an old camphor wood counter, where a young apprentice is sitting with a pen in his hand, writing something in a ledger.

Looking around, you can see a whole wall of wooden medicine cabinets on the right. The drawers are neatly arranged, and each drawer has a sticker with the name of the medicine on it, with neat handwriting.

On the left side of the hall, a long cedar table is placed in the center, with writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and a small bamboo pulse pillow neatly arranged on it.

An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor with gray hair and beard sat upright behind the table, wearing a faded black Zhongshan suit, with a pair of chain-link reading glasses perched on his nose, his eyes focused and kind.

At this moment, he placed three fingers on the patient's wrist opposite him, his eyes slightly closed, appearing completely focused, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

A young male apprentice stood beside him. Every time his master mentioned a medicinal ingredient, he would write it down on the prescription.

Meng Youyou and Huo Qingshan stood in the center of the hall. Everyone in the room was doing their own job. The patients sitting on camphor wood chairs waiting were treated as ordinary patients and their families who had come for a consultation.

Meng Youyou nudged Huo Qingshan's arm, pointed at the old man with one hand, and asked softly, "Is that your maternal grandfather?"

Huo Qingshan nodded, "Yes, Grandpa is still busy. I'll take you to the back yard first."

Meng Youyou followed Huo Qingshan around the main hall and walked to a side corridor. Lifting two curtains, she saw a series of square courtyards. In the center of each courtyard stood a tall Bodhi tree with lush, verdant leaves, surrounded by circular tree pits made of tortoise-patterned stones.

On the left side of the courtyard, several earthenware pots and stoves for boiling medicine were scattered about. The pots were blackened and shiny from the firewood, and the flames inside the stoves jumped merrily, crackling and licking the bottom of the pots.

In the medicine pot, various medicinal herbs tumbled and rolled in boiling water, and the rich aroma of Chinese medicine rose and permeated the air with the rising steam.

An old woman, dressed in a light blue shirt, with her full head of silver hair neatly tied up with a wooden hairpin, had a face full of wrinkles, but she looked very energetic. She was fanning herself rhythmically with a palm-leaf fan in her hand.

Huo Qingshan placed the gift box on the stone bench by the courtyard, took Meng Youyou's hand, and walked over, calling out, "Grandma."

The old woman paused in her fanning, looked up, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth instantly smoothed out. Her eyes narrowed with a smile, and she said in a warm voice, "Qingshan is back." With that, she quickly stood up, placed the fan on the cloth stool, walked around the row of medicine stoves in front of her, and went to the two people.

Before Huo Qingshan could introduce her, the old man looked at the girl in a beige corduroy dress and asked with a smile, "This must be Youyou, right?"

Meng Youyou smiled sweetly and called out in a clear voice, "Hello, Grandma."

"Have you eaten? Grandma will go to the kitchen and make you something."

Huo Qingshan reached out to stop the old man, "No need, Youyou and I had lunch outside before driving over."

"Oh, Qingshan, you take Youyou and put your luggage away first. The room on the east side is for Youyou, it's right next to your room. I already prepared it yesterday. Take Youyou over there to rest for a bit. Grandma still has medicine to brew for the patient, she'll come over to see you later."

……

When Meng Youyou saw that the mattress in the room was a Simmons mattress, she was completely shocked. She peeked through the crack in the door at the old man in the courtyard, then looked at Huo Qingshan and exclaimed, "Commander Huo, not only do you have a courtyard house, but you even use Simmons mattresses in the guest rooms? That's too extravagant!"

Then, with great emotion, she accused him: "I feel like I've been deceived by you. You told me about your tragic childhood, and I thought your family's clinic didn't make any money!"

Huo Qingshan laughed and explained, "Grandma probably knew you were coming and bought it on the spot. This is probably the only room in the house with a Simmons mattress. Besides, this isn't a traditional courtyard house; it just has a layout that looks a bit like one."

"Huh?" Meng Youyou was confused. "Why?"

Huo Qingshan gently pushed Meng Youyou to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I told Grandma about your basic situation. She probably thought that since you came from the capital, you should be used to sleeping on a Simmons mattress and was afraid that you wouldn't be used to sleeping on anything else, so she bought one."

Upon hearing this answer, Meng Youyou immediately became agitated, "Then you didn't tell Grandma that I've been sleeping on a hard bed in the army for half a year, and you secretly created a princess patient persona for me behind my back!"

Huo Qingshan looked into the person opposite him and asked with exceptional sincerity, "Isn't being a princess good?"

Meng Youyou was stunned, not expecting him to ask that. After a few seconds of silence, she awkwardly mumbled, "It's not so bad."

Huo Qingshan sat down by the bed, took one of her hands, and rubbed it in his palm. "Youyou, I don't need you to change your habits for me. When you're with me, you can still do what you want and say what you want, just like before."

Meng Youyou turned her face to the side and muttered softly, "But you clearly disliked me at first, thinking I was spoiled."

This is a complaint that the girl had kept buried in her heart, nearly six months late.

Huo Qingshan stared at the girl's proud profile, thought for a moment, and said, "I have to admit that I was prejudiced against some of your habits and behaviors at first, thinking that they were too delicate and avant-garde, but that's because I didn't know the whole of you yet."

Just like you probably thought at first that my personality was too difficult to get along with and that I had a bad temper.

But I still fell in love with you just the way you are, and you fell in love with me despite my many flaws.

He raised the hand he was holding in his palm and kissed it. "But I later realized that it wasn't so bad. Just like your father told me..." Huo Qingshan imitated Meng Zhengping's tone: "We've protected Youyou very well since she was little. Even though some people around us say that if you raise your daughter to be too delicate, with the best food and clothes, and she can't do any housework, she'll be disliked by her husband's family when she grows up and gets married."

But I don't think so. My daughter is the most precious gift God has given me. She deserves to be treated well. It's one thing for me to love my daughter, but it doesn't mean I won't teach her how to be a person. It doesn't mean my daughter is uncultured, unloving, or untalented. I believe that the daughter I raise deserves to be treated this way by others.

"If she ever falls in love and has to cook and endure hardship, and can no longer be a princess, then Meng Zhengping, get out of my way."

“I think your father is right. As for me, I cherish the fact that I met you in this life. He has provided me with a model of loving you, and I think I will always use him as a benchmark to demand of myself in the future.”

Of course, I didn't think this way because he told me that; it's just that if I were to answer your current question, I think your father's explanation would be perfect here.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made any promises to you before, because I believe that promises aren’t just words, but actions. But now that I think about it, it seems like it’s not good to say nothing at all.” The man reached out a hand and gently turned the girl’s chin, his gaze fixed intently on her face. He said solemnly, word by word, “Oh, with me, you can be a princess for the rest of your life, do whatever you want. I will always love you, and I will never ask you to change anything.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Youyou rushed over and hugged the man's neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and said reproachfully, "How come you've become so good at talking now? You have such a smooth tongue."

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