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

Chapter 208 Noble?

Huo Qingshan simply stared at her, his gaze deep and gentle, locked tightly with hers.

Feeling uncomfortable from being stared at for so long, Meng Youyou suddenly sat up, grabbed the man's wrist, and said, "Come with me."

Vigorous and arrogant.

She led the person to the kitchen, and as soon as she entered, she found that the area where the porridge had been spilled that morning had been cleaned up. Meng Youyou's eyes darted around the kitchen, and her gaze settled on the cabinet where the bowls and basins were placed.

She walked over first, opened the cabinet door, and inside were neatly stacked stacks of bowls and basins, categorized and arranged clearly at a glance.

The room was mostly filled with porcelain and pottery, with brown wooden bowls stacked together on the side of the second layer, standing out conspicuously.

Meng Youyou picked up a wooden bowl, turned it upside down and held it in front of her eyes, carefully examining the bottom of the bowl before putting it down. She then picked up a second wooden bowl and repeated this process until she had examined the bottom of the last wooden bowl.

Huo Qingshan had already walked up to her as she repeatedly examined the bottom of the bowls. He noticed that after each bowl was examined, the girl's expression grew more and more dejected. By now, her little face was all scrunched up, as if she had the word "dejected" plastered on her forehead.

Knowing that a gaze had been watching him the whole time, the girl didn't turn to look at him or at the pile of wooden bowls. She lowered her eyes slightly and said in a tone that couldn't hide her disappointment, "I have no evidence."

Meng Youyou originally thought that wooden bowls would have some charred marks after being roasted over a fire, but the bottoms of the stack of wooden bowls in front of her were all smooth and clean, and they did not look like they had been roasted over a fire at all.

He had asked her before, but she repeatedly avoided answering. Besides being stubborn and throwing a tantrum, it was also because she hadn't found any solid evidence. Making empty promises was pointless, and besides, morality and upbringing told her that such behavior was despicable.

What is the essential difference between convicting someone without evidence and falsely accusing them?

Tingting assumed that Cui Yan did it on purpose because she saw her take the item with both hands and then let go, while Cui Yan assumed that Cui Yan deliberately framed her based solely on her memory and the red marks on her hands. In essence, they seem to be the same kind of people? This is not noble.

Just as Huo Qingshan was about to say something, he saw the girl exhale as if she had made up her mind again, and her furrowed brows relaxed. She picked up a wooden bowl in front of her and then pulled him to the boiler.

With such an unexpected incident this morning, no one had the appetite to continue eating. As a result, the pot of white porridge was still warm in the pot, and the firewood under the boiler was not as intense as it had been in the morning, with only a small fire barely burning.

In front of him, Meng Youyou held the rim of the bowl, the bottom of the bowl facing the sparks that occasionally flew out from the side of the stove. After roasting for a while, she lifted the lid of the pot, casually ladled in a spoonful of porridge, and then handed it to the man opposite her, saying indifferently as if she had given up: "That's it. I'm replicating my conjecture, but I don't have any evidence to prove my conjecture right now."

Meng Youyou convinced herself that he was her lover. What is a lover? They kissed intimately and touched each other's bodies openly, but it was definitely more than that... She only told him about this evil, unfounded, and malicious speculation about others.

She didn't need to convince Grandma Huo and Tingting, nor did she care much about the so-called "good girl" facade of innocence. She just wanted to speak her mind in front of him, to say without reservation the most despicable thought deep within her heart. She desperately wanted to, regardless of nobility or magnanimity. She couldn't hold back anymore; her stomach was filled with resentment. To hell with noble virtues!

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." The girl said this and then turned her face away again.

Therefore, she did not notice the man's hand reaching out to catch the bottom of the bowl at first. It was only when she felt a force coming from the bottom up from the fingertips gripping the rim of the bowl that she suddenly realized that the man standing opposite her had actually reached out to catch the wooden bowl that had been heated by the fire.

Meng Youyou's eyes widened, and she suddenly snatched the wooden bowl from his hand. Due to the excessive force, the bowl slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground with a crash, spilling the porridge again.

Compared to the concentrated pool last time, this time the splashes spread out in a parabolic arc, forming a large, scattered area.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou stared in disbelief, then glared at him resentfully, "What are you doing? I was just demonstrating, and you actually reached out to touch it?"

The next second, she strode up to him, grabbed his hands that were hanging by his sides, examined them, and then quickly dragged him to the wooden tub, immersing his hands in it while muttering, "Are you sick?"

The man let her do as she pleased with his hands, his eyes staring blankly at the girl's anxious profile, and he blurted out, "Oh dear, it really is hot." His words were earnest.

Hearing this, Meng Youyou's anger flared even more. With her eyes still fixed on her hands soaking in the water, she subconsciously replied, "Of course they're hot after being roasted by fire!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze paused, and as if realizing something, she turned her head to look at the man squatting beside her. Her eyes were full of disbelief, mixed with a hint of joy after the shock. Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, but after a few twitches, she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He was proving to her that he believed in her, using the most clumsy method, yet it was more powerful than a thousand words, striking her heart more deeply than any other statement.

Even the pent-up resentment she harbored was now transformed into tenderness. A strange, inexplicable sourness welled up in her nose, and Meng Youyou sniffed, muttering under her breath, "What an idiot."

The man just smiled at her, a slight smile, and the corners of his eyes also curved up slightly. Meng Youyou felt his two hands, which were soaking in the water, being enveloped from the bottom up, and then slowly intertwined with her fingers, their ten fingers intertwined.

It seems... this morning wasn't so bad after all.