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

Chapter 220 Time and Longing
Time is a pair of eyes that see joy, sorrow, and separation.

After returning to the capital, the days passed by one by one, as if everyone in this world could live on as usual without anyone else, without exception.

Meng Youyou's daily routine consists of eating, going to work, working, coming home, eating again, chatting with her parents, and sleeping, just like every ambitious young person in this bustling city—diligent, conscientious, and living a simple life.

One weekend in early April, Meng Youyou, who was standing on the balcony, saw a car driving by downstairs. It was the car her father often rode in. She ran downstairs, wanting to greet her father when he came home from get off work.

Meng Zhengping was always very busy with work and rarely had the opportunity to eat dinner at home. Meng Youyou would usually go out to greet him when he came home from get off work.

She stood at the door, watching her father get out of the back seat of the car. Just as she was about to rush over and give him a hug, she saw another man get out of the back door on the other side.

Wearing a dark green military uniform with two bars and one star on his shoulders, he held the rank of major.

as same as him.

Meng Youyou was startled by this sudden thought; she hadn't seen that man for a month.

Meng Zhengping smiled and introduced the man in military uniform to Meng Youyou: "Shan Muchen, the son of my father's old classmate. He is currently serving in the artillery combined arms brigade stationed in Beijing. We happened to run into him today, so we invited him over for a meal. You are about the same age, so young people can chat more and make friends."

Meng Zhengping's years in officialdom hadn't been for nothing. His daughter had been home for so long, yet she hadn't mentioned her former boyfriend, whom she once adored. Before, when she was still in Fanzhou, she had called several times to remind Meng Zhengping that the two of them should first visit Huo Qingshan's maternal grandparents before returning to the capital together. On the phone, she repeatedly emphasized that when Huo Qingshan's parents formally visited, Meng Zhengping mustn't give her boyfriend a hard time; she practically made Meng Zhengping swear an oath over the phone.

But these days, whenever he asks about it, his daughter makes up all sorts of excuses to avoid the topic.

As Meng Zhengping pondered the matter, his mind raced with various speculations, and he grew increasingly resentful. Lying in bed that night, making a ruckus, Hu Shulan slapped her husband on the chest and asked, "Is there a problem at work?"

"No, I feel like something's wrong with our daughter. She went to her grandma's house with her boyfriend, and she's been acting like she's lost her soul ever since she came back."

Hu Shulan sighed in the darkness: "I guess their family has a problem with our daughter."

Meng Zhengping was furious! This led to today's unexpected encounter with his old classmate's promising young son, whom he brought home as a guest.

After listening to her father's serious introduction, Meng Youyou glanced at Meng Zhengping, whose face was calm and indifferent. She instantly understood his intention and felt a subconscious aversion, but she still smiled politely at the man and introduced herself: "Hello, Meng Youyou. It's nice to meet you."

She gracefully extended her right hand to the man, her posture poised and elegant. The man standing opposite her looked somewhat uneasy, instinctively avoiding her gaze. He lowered his eyes, gently took her hand, and then released it after only a brief moment, very gentlemanly.

Seeing the slightly reddened ears of the younger generation beside him, Meng Zhengping felt gratified. He felt that the matter was half successful from the start, and the progress was exceeding expectations. He was very satisfied, and even more proud. Of course, my daughter is adored wherever she goes! How could she possibly suffer injustice at your hands?

After going through the basic formalities and fulfilling the proper hospitality, Meng Youyou went upstairs to her room alone. Hu Shulan noticed that her daughter was in low spirits, and taking advantage of the guests' inattention, she whispered a warning in Meng Zhengping's ear: "You, don't always cause trouble, be careful it doesn't backfire!"

……

Meng Youyou sat at her desk in the room, hugging her knees, lost in thought. In front of her was a large, wide glass window, and the twilight, like melting rouge, washed over the sky, dyeing the entire sky a romantic crimson.

The rosy light filtered through the glass, creeping up the girl's loose hair, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her eyes, gilding her gentle face with a soft, golden edge. She curled up quietly in the light and shadow, letting the twilight slowly creep over her shoulders until the last ray of sunset lingered in her vacant dark eyes. Lately, she often sat alone in a chair, lost in thought. During the day, when she was busy at work, it was alright, but at night, in the quiet of the night, her overflowing thoughts easily spiraled out of control, spreading unchecked and becoming a raging inferno.

Suddenly, her heart began to throb again without warning. It was a physiological pain that was objectively occurring in her body and could not be ignored. It always came in waves, without warning.

Meng Youyou clutched her chest with one hand, curling her body up even more, trembling all over as she endured the pain. She knew her current condition was particularly bad, and she knew her parents were worried about her, but they dared not ask too many questions for fear of saying the wrong thing, considering her feelings.

She tried her best to appear relaxed and cheerful in front of her parents, but to no avail, just as they tried their best to act as if they knew nothing and cooperated with her pretense, but she still saw through their act. None of the Meng family members were good at acting.

She realized early on that she shouldn't continue living like this, but she couldn't help it.

Meng Youyou had actually tried many methods, such as repeatedly telling herself that if that person were disfigured, with a hideous and ugly scar on his face, and considering his actions and how easily he abandoned her, Meng Youyou, you would definitely not like him anymore! Right, right?

Right? Ha... self-deception, like burying your head in the sand.

For example, she often questioned the person in the mirror whose eyes had lost their light: "Meng Youyou, don't you even have the ability to throw away a man who isn't worth your love? Look at yourself now, you look like a ghost, it's so shameful!"

Meng Youyou looked down on herself.

She looked down on herself. Before she jumped out of the car that day, she clearly wanted to casually say, "Let's break up! Remember, I'm the one who dumped you!" But in the end, when she actually stood in front of him, all she did was slap him.

She looked down on herself even more when she received the package he sent from Fanzhou. Inside were things she hadn't had time to pack before returning to the army base. Besides her clothes and daily necessities, there were also the things he had given her: a hair dryer, lambskin gloves, hand cream, an electric blanket...

Memories flooded back in an instant. As soon as she saw these annoying things, she found them very offensive and immediately asked her aunt to find her a cardboard box. Meng Youyou stuffed all those things into the cardboard box and then ran to ask the driver to help her throw them out of the yard.

But at night, she tossed and turned in bed until late into the night, then sneaked out alone to rummage through the trash cans. Her words and actions were contradictory and inconsistent, making her look like a ridiculous clown.

So, every time her gaze swept over those items, Meng Youyou felt increasingly contemptuous of herself, and she angrily stuffed them into the very back of the wardrobe.

All these struggles, like a trapped beast in a swamp, desperately and blindly trying various methods to save itself, end in vain and failure, appearing both comical and ironic. Meng Youyou, just how pathetic are you?

Meng Youyou, you should turn back after hitting a wall!

But she just missed him so much that she couldn't sleep at night. When she closed her eyes, he was all she could dream about, and she would wake up crying from her dreams because of the heartache in her heart.

From a young age, she was a girl with a strong sense of self. If others thought something was good, she simply wouldn't want it. If others thought something was bad, but she thought it was good, she would want it and wouldn't give it up.

But this time, even she felt uneasy. She felt that Huo Qingshan was truly awful and utterly wicked. Why couldn't she let go? Why?
I thought that starting tomorrow, I would stop thinking about you, but I thought so yesterday too.

Longing is a stubborn ailment; one cannot stop it, and it is difficult to heal.

An inescapable self-imposed prison.