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

Chapter 206 "Unable to Defend"

Bravabang. A cluster of houses nestled among farmland and forest, with white walls and black tiles, on a small scale. In the center of the houses stands a villa, the tallest building, with unique decorations.

A woman dressed in a red silk nightgown leaned against a carved mahogany couch by the window. She had a fashionable flaxen perm, and her face was covered with a layer of soft white powder that concealed the pale blue fatigue under her eyes. Even her neck was in perfect harmony with her face. She held a gilded cigarette holder between her two bright red lips, making it impossible to guess her real age.

The woman would occasionally raise her hand to flick off the ash from her cigarette; every gesture exuded a sharp and capable air.

Jiang Zheng and Qian Zhihu sat side by side on the leather sofa below, neither of them saying a word.

Qian Xue held a photograph between her fingers. The woman had been staring at it for a long time with her eyes slightly narrowed. As she looked, she suddenly smiled and said with a hint of genuine appreciation, "This face is really beautiful!"

Suddenly, the smile vanished from her lips, her eyes turning icy and fierce. Her voice was devoid of any warmth as she spoke: "Qing'er, I've taught you since you were little that the more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is, and you mustn't touch it. But why won't you listen?" the woman seemed to be talking to herself.

The cigarette butt dangling from her lips fell off with her movements and landed on the photograph, accidentally scorching the girl's bright, almond-shaped eyes.

The carbonized area gradually expanded until the girl's entire face in the photo was charred black. Only then did the woman stop, reluctantly withdrawing the cigarette she had been holding against the photo and casually tossing it into the porcelain jar under the bed.

Seeing this, Qian Zhihu seized the opportunity to interject, "Sister, what are you planning to do?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xue raised an eyebrow with an ambiguous expression, glanced sideways at the sofa, and slowly pulled out the cigarette holder from the top with her slender fingers, holding the half-burnt cigarette between her two fingers.

The dark red nail polish shimmered with an amber luster under the warm yellow light. She brought her hand to her lips, her red lips pursed slightly, and the rustling sound of burning tobacco mingled with her breathing, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

A moment later, her lips parted slightly, and milky white smoke rings slowly escaped from between her teeth. A soft laugh escaped her throat: "What do you think?"

……

Meng Youyou took a nap and woke up quite early. After all, the military's schedule had been too regular lately, making it difficult to sleep in.

When she finished washing up and appeared in the restaurant, breakfast was just being prepared. Cui Yan was carrying the food out of the kitchen one by one, and Tingting followed behind her carrying a dish of pickled vegetables.

If it were yesterday, Meng Youyou would have taken the initiative to walk into the kitchen, with a smile on her face, and asked her grandmother if she needed any help.

But not today. Although she rejected Huo Qingshan's idea of ​​helping her pack her bags and leave, she didn't intend to be insincere and try to please him. She was just not cut out for doing something like covering someone's backside.

Even if she wasn't going to help, there was no reason for her to just sit there and wait to be served. Meng Youyou went straight into the kitchen to find some utensils to serve the porridge.

When Grandma Huo saw Meng Youyou walk in, she smiled kindly and asked with concern, "Youyou, how did you sleep last night?"

Ultimately, the old woman hadn't done anything wrong to me; if I had been disrespectful for no reason, then it was her fault.

So Meng Youyou replied politely with a smile, "I slept very well, the bed was very comfortable."

The old man continued, "I don't know what you like to eat for breakfast. I forgot to ask you yesterday, so I made a variety of common breakfast items. Just pick the one you like."

Meng Youyou nodded slightly: "Yes, thank you, Grandma."

In less than a minute of conversation, Cui Yan had already returned to the kitchen with the food and was standing by the stove, ladling porridge into bowls with a wooden spoon. She had already ladled out a bowl and had Tingting take it out. Meng Youyou walked over, and Cui Yan had just filled another bowl and was holding it up to her, which Meng Youyou took without hesitation.

With a deep "thud," the wooden bowl fell to the ground.

Before that, there was a girl's scream.

Meng Youyou was completely stunned. A delicate hand was stretched out in front of her, the entire back of which was covered with steaming white porridge. Cui Yan, who was standing opposite her, looked pained. Everything had happened too suddenly and quickly, and Meng Youyou couldn't react in time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Grandma Huo was terrified. She immediately put down the tools in her hand and walked over in a few steps.

Then, a small figure rushed in through the kitchen door and crashed into them. Tingting forcefully pushed away Meng Youyou, who was standing there stunned.

Meng Youyou was completely unprepared for this. Her body suddenly lost its balance and she staggered to the left, her waist hitting the corner of the table hard. The pain made her sweat profusely, but fortunately she was quick enough to grab the edge of the table and regain her balance, preventing her from falling to the ground.

After the initial sharp pain subsided, Meng Youyou looked up and saw that in the kitchen, the old, the young, and the teenager were gathered around a wooden tub. Grandma Huo was anxiously pouring cold water on Cui Yan's scalded left hand, while Tingting squatted to the side, her round eyes red and brimming with tears.

Meng Youyou watched for a while, then quietly walked out of the kitchen alone.

……

Huo Qingshan returned from his morning run and had just stepped into the restaurant when his grandmother came up to him, grabbed his arm, and said in a panic, "Qingshan, Youyou is missing."

The man frowned and quickly asked, "What do you mean 'disappeared'?"

“In the morning, Xiaoyan made porridge and handed it to Youyou. Youyou accidentally dropped it and spilled the porridge on Xiaoyan’s hand. We were only focused on cooling Xiaoyan down and didn’t pay attention to Youyou’s mood. When I came to my senses, Youyou was gone. I went to her room and searched all the rooms inside and outside the house, but I couldn’t find her.”

Hearing this, Huo Qingshan's heart sank, but he still tried his best to comfort the old woman, his voice calm: "Grandma, don't worry, I'll go find her now. The town is only so big, nothing will happen."

Unexpectedly, Tingting suddenly ran up to them and shouted in her childish voice, "I saw it! She caught it perfectly well with both hands, then suddenly let go, and that's how Xiaoyan got scalded by the porridge! She did it on purpose! She's afraid Xiaoyan will take Qingshan away from her! She's a bad woman!"

Huo Qingshan coldly stopped her: "Tingting, don't talk nonsense."

The little girl was frightened, and the tears that had just stopped flowed again. Tingting cried and tugged at Grandma Huo's clothes, her small face, which was no bigger than a palm, covered with tears. She cried and begged, "Grandma, I really saw it. She's a bad woman. We can't let Brother Qingshan be with her. Please don't let Brother Qingshan go to her, okay? When she comes back, she'll bully Sister Xiaoyan again."

Children speak without reservation. It's common knowledge that children don't lie; they'll say whatever they see.

Meng Youyou stood in the courtyard, her steps froze, and the violent heaving in her chest from running gradually cooled down. She looked down at the burn ointment clutched in her hand, her expression blank, as if taking a step forward was wrong, taking a step back was wrong, and whatever she did was wrong.

Yes, even a six or seven-year-old child wouldn't find a bowl of porridge heavy. Considering there are children in the family, whenever they eat porridge or soup, they always use wooden bowls that don't conduct heat very well. And Cui Yan handed it to them with one hand. How could Meng Youyou, an adult, not be able to hold it with both hands?

There was truly no way to defend oneself.

But when she took it, it felt very hot.