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

Chapter 207 "It's only natural"

Huo Qingshan was the first to notice Meng Youyou, who was standing blankly in the middle of the courtyard. He immediately strode out and asked her with concern, "Youyou, where did you go just now?"

When she asked this question, the man's eyes were filled with worry, devoid of any other emotions, such as those that were unfamiliar, complex, or distant—emotions that Meng Youyou did not want to see.

Meng Youyou didn't answer. She simply stuffed the ointment into the man's chest pocket, leaving only a curt "burn ointment. I don't know if it'll work. Apply it as soon as possible; it might be more effective." Then she turned and left, returning to her room alone—or rather, what could be called her room.

A person sat quietly at the table, thinking back and forth, repeatedly reliving the scene from that morning.

At this point, whether Grandma Huo's family likes her or not is no longer so important. What's important is that she can't just accept being unfairly blamed like this.

It's not that Meng Youyou is unwilling to admit her mistake or humble herself to apologize. She knows best whether it was intentional or not. But even if it wasn't out of deliberate embarrassment, if she really accidentally burned someone, she should still apologize. There's nothing to argue about.

The incident happened so suddenly that Meng Youyou panicked. Looking at Chu Yao's hand, which was scalded red, she felt terrible. Without thinking too much, she rushed out and searched the whole town before finally finding a pharmacy.

But when she calmed down and thought about it carefully, there were too many strange things about this matter.

Meng Youyou stared at the red marks on the pads of her index and middle fingers. The fact that such marks could be left after only a brief contact further confirmed that the burning sensation on her hands when she touched the bottom of the bowl had indeed occurred.

Meng Youyou carefully recalled the scene when Cui Yan handed her that bowl of porridge, and suddenly, a startling conjecture popped into her mind.

The problem lay in the way Cui Yan held the bowl. She handed it to Meng Youyou with her wrist suspended and her fingertips holding the rim upside down, while Meng Youyou instinctively reached out and caught the bottom of the bowl.

Upon further reflection, savoring the extraordinary heat that my fingertips had touched at that moment, everything pointed to the blazing firewood beneath the pot of porridge.

Although wooden bowls have poor heat conductivity, they still can't withstand having the bottom of the bowl directly heated over a fire, right?

It's no wonder she judged him by his own petty standards. Meng Youyou genuinely felt that even if she had directly stuck her hand into that bowl of porridge, it wouldn't have been that hot. At that moment, it was a conditioned reflex; it was so hot that she couldn't possibly hold the bowl of porridge.

Meng Youyou was the type of person who would go all the way once she started, and after suffering a loss in silence, she became even more restless. Just as she was thinking of getting up and going out to find evidence to clear her name, there was a knock at the door. "Knock...knock knock."

Just by listening to the rhythm, Meng Youyou knew who it was. With a cold face, she went to open the door.

"What are you doing here?" the girl asked coldly. She was used to taking her anger out on others; being "reasonable" was exhausting! Your family ganged up on me, and you expect me to give you a nice look? No way!
Huo Qingshan held up the small porcelain bottle in his hand. "Grandpa made this burn ointment. As soon as he finished making it, I brought it over to you without stopping." Battalion Commander Huo had now learned a little bit of the art of sweet talk and flattery. When he was being obsequious, he would use some clever words to make his efforts more effective.

The girl's tone was still unfriendly: "Take it and give it to your little sister Xiaoyan."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Meng Youyou realized something a beat later and asked, "How did you know my hand was burned too?"

"Otherwise, I really can't think of any other reason why you would let go."

Meng Youyou was horrified. In fact, before he came to her, Meng Youyou had imagined all sorts of possibilities in her mind. Tingting's crying and accusations were still ringing in her ears. If she hadn't been the person involved, she probably would have believed it too.

Because everything Tingting said was true, and what she saw was extremely deceptive, Meng Youyou did indeed accept what appeared to be an ordinary bowl of porridge with both hands, only to suddenly let go. Moreover, when Grandma Huo verbally recounted the incident, she used the phrase "accidentally," but Meng Youyou knew in her heart that this was merely the old woman's usual way of being polite.

Even when he heard Tingting call him a "bad woman," he subconsciously chose to defend her.

But when he sees Cui Yan's swollen hand, her grandmother's corroboration, and the child's heart-wrenching vows, "I really saw it! She did it on purpose," will he have a moment of wavering?

Although logically Meng Youyou could understand what happened, after all, she didn't have God's perspective, and the facts were right in front of her, seemingly without any controversy.

But emotionally, Meng Youyou found herself unable to accept it, and there was nothing she could do about it.

It was at this moment that she realized that her expectations of Huo Qingshan were very high, even to the point of being somewhat harsh. Even if the whole world said that his girlfriend had done bad things and was a bad woman, he could not believe it!

How could he believe that?
Meng Youyou didn't want to convince herself to be a magnanimous woman. If she minded, she shouldn't pretend to be generous. Feigned understanding was like a slow poison in a relationship; small cracks would gradually widen until they could no longer be concealed, eventually turning into an insurmountable chasm between two people, tearing apart even the most loving couples.

At that time, you might have mistaken it for a sudden disaster, wondering why the hands you were holding so tightly had suddenly let go. In reality, it was like an ant hole causing a dam to collapse, or a disaster accumulating from small beginnings.

But now, Huo Qingshan's reaction was something Meng Youyou hadn't expected at all. He didn't even ask her, just assumed that her hand must have been burned before she let go of the wooden bowl.

Such a matter of course, such a matter of course, seems to require no legitimate reason.

He should believe her without question; yes, he should stand firmly on her side without question.

Her heart was almost lifted to the sky by his simple words. It wasn't a sweet love confession, but it just felt incredibly moving. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard him say.

Meng Youyou pulled her hands behind her back, still stubbornly saying, "Who told you my hands were burned? What if I did it on purpose?"

The man reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently advising, "Apply the medicine first, don't waste time. You can tell me the rest later, okay?"

Meng Youyou's expression finally softened, and her tone became gentler: "Mm."

……

Because I didn't touch it for too long, the burned area on my finger wasn't large or serious. At least compared to Cui Yan's, it was nothing.

But the man was still very careful when applying the medicine. He gently held her fingers and palms, examined them carefully from all angles, and only after making sure that no area was missed did he put the porcelain bottle cap on.

Huo Qingshan put the porcelain bottle containing the medicine aside, looked up at her, and asked coaxingly, "Are you willing to tell me now?"

Meng Youyou hesitated, pouting slightly, "I'd rather not, I'm afraid it will affect your family harmony."

I caught the flu and am feeling unwell, so I'm taking a break. I'll update tomorrow.