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

Chapter 211 Engagement
The man strode forward, stood in front of the woman in the floral jacket, and gave her a sharp look. His face was as cold as ice. When the woman in the floral jacket met his gaze with those dark eyes that were piercingly cold, her forehead twitched involuntarily.

"Let go," she heard a short command from the tall man standing in front of her, his voice deep but carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Almost instinctively, out of a sense of the need to suppress an absolutely dominant force, the woman in the floral jacket slowly loosened her grip on Cui Yan's hand.

After being freed from the woman's grasp, Cui Yan hid behind Huo Qingshan in a panic. She gently tugged at the hem of Huo Qingshan's clothes with her uninjured hand, like a weak little animal seeking protection.

At this moment, Grandma Huo and Meng Youyou also arrived in the hall. Grandma Huo looked worried, but without hesitation, she immediately stepped forward, pushed through the crowded people, and hugged the tearful Cui Yan tightly, asking with concern, "Xiao Yan, are you alright?"

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The clinic will be closed to the public for half a day.

Grandma Huo welcomed the Wang family to the main hall in the backyard for a meeting. The layout of the main hall was somewhat like that of the main hall of an old mansion, with two main seats, one on the left and one on the right, facing the north and south, and a row of seats on the east and west sides.

Two people from the Wang family came, a man and a woman, both dressed in gold and silver. They were a married couple. The woman pulled the man and sat down in the main seat without any ceremony. The man was much more taciturn, while the woman chattered incessantly throughout the entire event.

The rest of the people in the main room gradually pieced together the whole story through Mrs. Wang's incessant chatter. Cui Yan's alcoholic father had secretly accepted the Wang family's deposit and betrothal money, arranging a marriage between his daughter and the Wang family, promising to marry his daughter to the Wang family's eldest son.

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou noticed that the faces of Grandma Huo's family sitting opposite her were all increasingly grim, especially Cui Yan, whose once fair face was now completely bloodless and as pale as paper.

Meng Youyou glanced at Huo Qingshan and noticed the gaze coming from her left. Huo Qingshan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "The eldest son of the Wang family has some mental issues."

He phrased it in a rather tactful and elegant way, but Meng Youyou quickly understood that he meant "idiot."

Mrs. Wang became more and more agitated as she spoke. "Her father did sign a marriage agreement with our family. It's in black and white, and his handprint is still on it." As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper from her bag, unfolded it, and held it up in front of everyone in the room for them to see from a distance. Then she folded it up and put it back in her bag, continuing, "Anyway, you can't go back on your word."

After coughing heavily a few times, Grandma Huo gently declined, saying, "Mrs. Wang, you may not know Xiaoyan's situation. Her father has never raised her for a single day since she was a child, nor has he spent a single penny on her. He has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father in the slightest, nor has he shared the obligation of raising her. How can his words be taken seriously?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang immediately became agitated. "Sister Lin, what you're saying isn't fair. As the old saying goes, marriage is arranged by parents and matchmakers. Even if her father isn't the best, he's still her biological father, sharing the same bloodline. He's more effective than what you're saying." Grandma Huo, perhaps overwhelmed by anger, couldn't speak for a moment, and her cough worsened. Grandpa Huo sat beside her, gently patting his wife's back as he made his judgment. His voice was deep and hoarse but firm: "Mrs. Wang, since things have come to this, I'll also make my stance clear. Before Xiaoyan's mother passed away, she entrusted her to us, the old couple. We've taken care of Xiaoyan for so many years, treating her like half a granddaughter."

Not only is your eldest son almost a decade older than Xiaoyan, but everyone on this street knows about his intellectual disability. As a doctor, I naturally won't discriminate against him, but I absolutely cannot agree to your request for Xiaoyan to marry your son.

Even if we take a step back and say that we value free love nowadays, we've long passed the feudal era where parents arranged their children's marriages. We'll help you get back the money you gave Xiaoyan's father. If we really can't get it back, her grandmother and I will compensate you in full.

Cui Yan, who had been sitting quietly to the side with her head down, seemed to finally react to her grandfather's words. She slowly raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

Mrs. Wang slammed her hand on the table in a fit of rage, letting out a cold snort: "You've gone too far! Everyone knows about my son's intellectual condition. This matter is a done deal. I've already notified all my relatives and friends, and I've already booked the banquet for the wedding day at the Fugui Restaurant in town. Now you're telling me you don't agree and just want a refund?"

What about the Wang family's reputation? You just call off the engagement like that? How is my son supposed to find a wife in the future?

The woman picked up her bag from the chair and rushed towards Cui Yan, shouting, "I don't care, this is settled. I'm taking my daughter-in-law to get her clothes measured now."

She made a move to grab Cui Yan, who was sitting in the east seat, but fortunately, Grandma Huo stepped in front of Mrs. Wang. The poor old lady was so quick to react despite her old bones. However, Mrs. Wang was furious and, seeing Grandma Huo blocking her way, shoved the old woman away.

The old woman was no match for the graceful middle-aged woman. She staggered back two steps and was caught by Meng Youyou who ran up to her. Seeing that her grandmother had regained her footing, Huo Qingshan withdrew his outstretched arm. He and Meng Youyou got up from their seats on the west side at almost the same time, but Meng Youyou was closer to the direction in which her grandmother had retreated.

The man turned to face the woman. Mrs. Wang had already walked to Cui Yan's seat. The woman tried to reach out and grab her, but Cui Yan flailed her arms wildly in a fierce resistance. Huo Qingshan grabbed the woman's shoulder, immobilizing her, and coldly warned her from behind her head, "I advise you not to lay a hand on me."

Mrs. Wang felt a chill run down her spine, her legs trembled, and a cold sensation kept rising from her lower back. The force on the shoulder that he was holding down was gradually increasing, and pain struck. The woman cried out in pain, "Ouch!" and quickly begged for mercy, "Don't do it anymore, don't do it anymore, please let me go."

Huo Qingshan quickly released his grip, but Mrs. Wang was clearly still in shock. She hurriedly retreated to a distance of several meters from Cui Yan, or more accurately, from the man, gently rubbing the shoulder that he had pinched. Fear and apprehension mingled within her; she had just thought that he would break her bones.

The middle-aged man, who had been sitting quietly in the main seat with an extremely low profile, slowly moved to Mrs. Wang's side, or rather, behind her. Even though it was his wife who had just been grabbed by the shoulder, he seemed even more afraid of Huo Qingshan than Mrs. Wang.

The middle-aged man leaned close to Mrs. Wang's ear and whispered something in a very low voice, so that no one else could hear him.