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

Chapter 217 "True Love Feeds the Dogs"

Inside the room, Meng Youyou sat on the edge of the bed and started the conversation: "Is it okay to leave Grandma and Grandpa in the hospital?"

The man stood half a meter away from the bed. "I've found a caregiver and booked a room at a nearby guesthouse. I'll be there tomorrow morning."

Meng Youyou nodded. "How is Cui Yan?"

"He's awake, and his condition is currently quite stable." His tone remained calm.

Meng Youyou nodded again, "That's good."

The girl looked down at the shadows cast on the floor by the overhead light. One had broad shoulders and the other was slender. From her perspective, sitting on the edge of the bed, the two figures on the floor had their foreheads touching, as if they were intimately cuddling together.

In reality, he stood half a meter away from her, his hands clasped at his sides, his spine straight, like he was standing at attention. He exuded an indescribable aloofness and indifference, and he hadn't come over to hug her since he saw her.

They didn't even ask her if she was frightened today?
This was completely different from what she had expected.

She knew him well; it was unusual for him to rush back so late, leaving only the two elderly people there. He must have something to say to her.

In fact, the moment Meng Youyou peeked out through the crack in the door, a warm feeling quietly washed over her. She thought he had taken the time to come back to see her, worried that she had been frightened during the day.

But the current situation is clearly not like that, so what he wants to say to her is self-evident, and Meng Youyou's heart sank.

After a long silence, Huo Qingshan finally broke it by asking, "Did you... go to the hospital today?"

Meng Youyou raised her head and met the man's deep eyes. His gaze seemed devoid of warmth, so unfamiliar, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. This was like... When Meng Youyou first met him, she couldn't understand the emotions in his eyes at all, or perhaps he had hidden his true emotions very well, not giving her a chance to peek.

He has always been like this. If he wants to, he can easily disguise himself as a reclusive hermit. He has that ability, but she can't. She has never been his match in this regard. No matter how she hides, he will always find out her secrets and eventually crumble.

Therefore, he must have seen her disappointment, the sense of loss she felt because he hadn't given her a comforting hug right away. He could see it, and he knew what he could do to cheer her up, but he just didn't want to.

Meng Youyou nodded gently and said "Mmm." "You saw me?" At this point, she could basically guess what he was going to say next.

"I'm not sure, but I think I saw your back through the glass window of the cafeteria, but you walked out the door very quickly."

"Oh." Meng Youyou thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile. So... you already knew.

The man asked, "You heard everything?"

Meng Youyou chuckled softly, giving him a cryptic smile and saying, "Yes, I heard you."

After a few seconds of silence, the man standing opposite her took out a train ticket from his pocket and handed it to Meng Youyou.

"what is this?"

Train tickets.

“Of course I know it’s a train ticket, there are words written on it,” Meng Youyou smiled calmly. “What do you mean?”

"I bought it for you, a ticket for 8 a.m. tomorrow, back to the capital." The meaning is clear, there's no point in asking any more questions.

Meng Youyou stared at the train ticket in front of her, not reaching out to take it, just staring at it without blinking, until her eyes got a little dry and sore, and finally she reached out and took it.

Then, the girl deftly took off her coat and walked straight toward the door without saying a word.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she heard the man behind her call out, "Yoyo."

Meng Youyou paused, and the next second, the following words burrowed into her ears: "You shouldn't submit that application to stay on as a post. Staying in the capital is fine." It also burrowed into her heart, carving out a dark, gaping hole that no one could see.

"Okay," the girl said, then turned and left the room without looking back.

If she stayed any longer, he would trample on her dignity completely, leaving her utterly defeated.

She imagined him holding her tightly, feeling guilty, pouring out his inner turmoil and struggles, and begging her to understand his difficulties. She felt she would most likely soften and agree, but then feel a tightness in her chest, caught between a rock and a hard place. He would gently kiss her eyes, then apologize, saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I made you suffer." That way, her heart would soften a little, and that resentment would gradually dissipate in his intoxicatingly tender caresses.

But it certainly won't be like what just happened; she never imagined it would be like this!
Meng Youyou quietly lay back down on the bed. A little person was sleeping in the blankets, and when she crawled in again, it was still warm, as if it could soothe her chilled heart a little. But it was only a drop in the ocean, because the hole was still letting in the wind.

The little girl beside her was still fast asleep, so Meng Youyou tucked the little foot that was sticking out of the quilt back into the blanket.

Unbeknownst to her, the pillow was soaked with water from who-knows-where. Meng Youyou was oblivious to this, her eyes open, her gaze unfocused on a spot in the darkness.

She was pondering a question—which is more hurtful: suddenly learning that her lover "has fallen in love with someone else" or "he just doesn't love you that much"?

Huo Qingshan's actions tonight felt almost the same as suddenly discovering that she had been betrayed by her lover, and perhaps even more shocking.

She could tell he didn't like Cui Yan. But Meng Youyou only realized today that he didn't like her that much either.

Meng Youyou couldn't find the words to describe her feelings at that moment; it seemed to be more than just disappointment.

She calmly accepted his arrangement for her whereabouts—to return to the capital. This was also his arrangement for the future of their relationship—to stand aside for now.

Without shouting or looking like a discarded person, Meng Youyou was unusually calm.

That same night, Huo Qingshan made Meng Youyou realize that, oh, when a person is truly heartbroken to a certain extent, they have no energy left to struggle.

That night, Huo Qingshan gave Meng Youyou a lesson she would never forget—Miss Meng Youyou, don't be so self-righteous all the time. Do you think he loves you? Do you think you're important? You're just being foolish!
Her pride and self-respect wouldn't allow her to question the same man a second time about how much sincerity he truly had for her.

My dad said something unpleasant to you, and I gave him the cold shoulder for two whole days because of it. But you, after hearing what Grandma said at noon, ran back that very evening to tell me your decision, eager to inform me, wanting to send me back to the capital first thing tomorrow morning, far away from your dear family.

It was as if it were clearly and plainly declaring, "Meng Youyou, look, you're nothing more than this in my heart."

Some people bravely travel over mountains and valleys to see their beloved, only to find their lover standing on the other side, dusting off the dust and casually saying: "Go back first, I have other important things to take care of."

My sincere heart was wasted.

And so, she stayed awake until dawn. Meng Youyou looked at the time on her watch, sat up in bed, and turned around to find a damp ring of water between their heads on the pillow. It looked like it had almost dried. She wondered why the little girl was drooling in her sleep.
She got up and packed her suitcase, moving as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the little girl from her sleep, nor wanting to be late for her train. The town's bus to the train station departs at seven o'clock, every half hour. If she missed the earliest bus, it would be a problem whether she could catch the train on time.