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

Chapter 214 Cui Yan (Part 1)

Meng Youyou was fast asleep when she was awakened by the chaotic noise outside. In her groggy state, she picked up the watch on her pillow and glanced at it. The time on the dial was not yet 6:30, which was still very early.

She put on her shoes, got out of bed, and opened the door to find Huo Qingshan carrying the unconscious Cui Yan across the courtyard. Behind him followed two elderly people whose steps were slightly unsteady but still hurried. On the bluestone paving stones they walked on, there were intermittent bright red bloodstains, which were sticky and wet, the liquid that had dripped from the wrist of the girl that the man had just been holding.

Meng Youyou was completely dumbfounded. Her consciousness returned in an instant, and her drowsy feeling vanished without a trace.

She even rubbed her eyes hard, momentarily unable to believe what she was seeing, thinking she was having a nightmare or some kind of hallucination.

Cui Yan cut her wrists! It took Meng Youyou a while to barely process this terrifying fact.

She just couldn't understand why an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in the prime of her life would want to end her still young life.

Could it be because of the Wang family's forced marriage yesterday? But wasn't that matter properly resolved?
Before I could think any further, a little girl ran out of the house on the west side, barefoot, her chubby little legs flailing about. One hand was stained with dark red blood, and the other was clutching a piece of paper.

Meng Youyou ran out of the room, squatted down, and hugged the wailing little girl tightly. The little girl was clearly terrified. The adults were probably flustered and confused, and didn't consider how such a young child would react when she woke up and saw a room full of blood.

Meng Youyou gently patted Tingting's shoulder and back, and softly comforted her, "Tingting, don't be afraid, Tingting, don't be afraid, your sister is here."

After finally managing to coax and soothe the little girl, Meng Youyou's attention shifted to her bare feet. It was late winter and early spring, and it was early morning, so the air was cold and it was easy to catch a cold. Walking barefoot on the ground for a long time was not a good idea.

In fact, ever since she fired that shot on the speedboat, she has been somewhat averse to blood. She can tolerate the occasional blood seeping from her own wounds, but she feels nauseous whenever she sees or smells blood on other people, especially fresh, sticky, and bloody blood. Her nausea and vomiting reaction intensifies when she comes into contact with it.

Fortunately, during her hospital stay, she mostly stayed in a single room. Only occasionally would a few patients who had just undergone surgery and were being transferred to the ward pass by the door, and a little bloody smell would drift in. Meng Youyou reacted quickly when she smelled it, and immediately got up and went to the sink to vomit. During the process, the scene of Wen Cenqing's head exploding with blood would involuntarily appear in her mind.

At this moment, besides her and a helpless little one, there was no one else in the house. Meng Youyou could only suppress the nausea and vomiting in her stomach and go alone to the room where the incident occurred to help Tingting find her shoes.

The closer she got to that room, the stronger the pungent smell of blood became. Meng Youyou held her breath and tried not to breathe.

As soon as she stepped inside, she could temporarily ignore the smell by holding her breath, but her eyes needed to see the path beneath her feet. Naturally, she couldn't help but see the glaring red stain on the light blue bed sheet. A sudden, violent spasm ran through her stomach, and Meng Youyou almost vomited on the spot. She spotted a pair of pink cotton shoes by the opposite bed, covered her mouth and nose, ran over, grabbed them, and then quickly turned and rushed out again. She had never sprinted a hundred meters before.

Tingting obediently stood still and waited for her, watching her run out in an extremely strange posture and expression, her big eyes wide open, with dampness still clinging to her cheeks. Meng Youyou suppressed her persistent nausea and forced herself to help Tingting put on her shoes. Just as she was about to speak, something suddenly rushed up her throat and head. She turned and leaned over the edge of the tree pit to vomit. She hadn't eaten anything that morning and only vomited up streams of sour water.

Tingting stared blankly at Meng Youyou, wondering what was wrong with her. She blinked, hesitated for two seconds, then moved towards her. She tried her best to stand on tiptoe and imitated the way Meng Youyou had patted her back earlier, patting it once, twice... and patting her back in a very professional manner.

……

The piece of paper that Tingting was holding was Cui Yan's suicide note. It wasn't in an envelope; it was just a lone piece of paper. It must have been placed on the bedside table, but perhaps because they were in such a rush and flustered morning, neither Grandma Huo nor Huo Qingshan noticed its existence.

Meng Youyou glanced at it quickly, not out of a desire to pry into someone's privacy, but because it was a piece of writing left by someone who wanted to commit suicide. Only after reading it could she determine the value of the paper—whether or not to send it to the hospital quickly for Grandma Huo or Huo Qingshan.

The message on the paper was concise, consisting of only a few lines. In essence, it conveyed two main points: first, she thanked her maternal grandparents for their years of devoted care, but she didn't want to burden the Lin family any further, so she decided to end her own life, hoping to repay their kindness in the next. Second, before dying, she wanted to express her love for Huo Qingshan, leaving no regrets.

……

When Meng Youyou left the hospital, she still had the suicide note in her pocket. She didn't give it out. She didn't even get to see the Lin family. To be precise, they didn't see her.

Cui Yan is fine and has been moved to a regular ward.

Meng Youyou boarded the bus, her forehead resting against the glass window. The bright glass reflected the girl's lost and forlorn profile, while the conversation between Grandma Huo and Huo Qingshan in the hospital cafeteria echoed in her ears.

She saw Huo Qingshan and Grandma Huo walking out of the inpatient building from afar on the cobblestone path leading to the hospital. Meng Youyou jogged after them and followed them all the way into the hospital cafeteria. At noon, the cafeteria was packed with people.

They stood side by side in line at a window, surrounded by people coming and going. Meng Youyou thought she would call them when she got closer. As she approached them from behind, just as she was about to speak, she heard the old man say, after what seemed like a long pause, "Qingshan, I specifically asked you to come out and get food with me because I have something to tell you."

The man seemed unsurprised, nodding slightly as if listening attentively. "Please speak."

"Xiaoyan loves the watch you gave her, but I've never seen her wear it. She's reluctant to wear it, afraid of breaking it, so she keeps it in a small tin box and occasionally opens the lid to take a look." At first glance, this seemed abrupt, but Huo Qingshan was so clever that he understood his grandmother's unspoken meaning almost instantly.