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

Chapter 225 A Prophecy Come True

The following evening, after leaving the office area, Meng Youyou saw a conspicuous dark green Jeep parked by the roadside, with a person standing at the front door. They had just seen each other the day before.

Meng Youyou adjusted the strap of her bag on her right shoulder, strode over, and greeted her with a smile, "Are you here to see me?"

The man nodded slightly, then turned around, opened the car door, took out a tape recorder, and handed it to Meng Youyou. "You mentioned last night that you lost a tape recorder in a moment of panic. After I got back, I looked for it in the alley. See if it's the one you lost?"

Meng Youyou's eyes lit up for a moment. She took it with both hands, examined it, stared at a spot on the back of the tape recorder for a few seconds, and replied, "It's mine."

He then held the tape recorder up to Shan Muchen, pointed to the lower right corner, and said happily, "Sara is my English name engraved on this."

Meng Youyou stuffed the tape recorder into her bag. "You've helped me twice in a row, let me treat you to dinner."

Shan Muchen smiled and said, "It's my honor."

……

Lu Feng would regularly share the situation in the capital with Huo Qingshan. At first, Huo Qingshan would ask very detailed questions, and Lu Feng would answer them patiently.

Meng Youyou's work is relatively simple, consisting of a daily routine of going back and forth between the compound and her workplace. Her commute doesn't take much time, and unless something unexpected happens, there's not much to report.

So as time went on, Lu Feng's statements became very brief, simply saying things like "everything is normal" or "there are no abnormalities."

This time, Lu Feng relayed the same message to Huo Qingshan as before, but Huo Qingshan could clearly sense that Lu Feng seemed to want to say something more after he finished speaking.

"What else do you want to say?" Huo Qingshan asked.

"Actually, it's not really related to her safety, I haven't decided whether to tell you."

Seeing Huo Qingshan frown slightly, Lu Feng continued, "Recently, there's been a young military officer who goes to her workplace to wait for her after get off work from time to time. They've even gone out to eat and watch movies together."

Observing the man's expression, Lu Feng decided to stop there and didn't tell him any more details.

At night, on the training ground of the army, some people were running with weights. They had run countless laps. Finally, the man staggered and fell on the cement ground. This feeling of exhaustion made Huo Qingshan feel a little better.

The soaked cotton vest clung tightly to the man's body, the cool cement ground against his back providing a slight sensation. Sweat streamed down his forehead, gathering at his jawline before trickling down his spine and down his neck. In the distance, a chorus of frogs croaked incessantly from the grass, accompanied by the incessant chirping of cicadas, echoing the pounding of his heart.

Huo Qingshan lay on the ground, limp and panting, his eyes open as he looked at the crescent moon, bright and clear. Meng Zhengping's words to him kept replaying in his mind: "There won't be only one man in this world who admires her. You may not be the most outstanding one, or even the one who loves her the most."

A prophecy.

……

Over time, Meng Youyou and Shan Muchen gradually became familiar with each other.

As Meng Youyou walked out of the office area that day, she saw Shan Muchen waiting by the car again. In her memory, he always seemed to be like this, standing still and waiting patiently, with a straight posture, never showing the slightest impatience or irritability.

Once, Meng Youyou worked late and came out late. She saw a man standing under a street lamp with a black bicycle parked next to him. She walked over and asked in surprise, "How long have you been waiting here?"

“Not long after,” he pulled a cassette tape from his pocket and handed it to her. “You said you wanted to listen to this album last time, but you couldn’t buy it.” Meng Youyou noticed the dense mosquito bites on his hand holding the tape.

Meng Youyou asked him, "Why don't you leave the things in the mailroom and give them to me when I come out after get off work?" After all, in Meng Youyou's opinion, it was really unnecessary to stand outside for so long and feed mosquitoes just to deliver a cassette tape.

Isn't this just a case of someone being too full and having nothing better to do?

This is how Shan Muchen answered her: "I want to see you." His sincere and earnest tone, coupled with his clear and innocent eyes, made him look very sincere.

The simplest expressions are often the most touching, without fancy gimmicks or glib talk.

The impression Shan Muchen gave her was just like his way of doing things. When waiting for someone, he would stand patiently outside, his posture upright and proper, seemingly with inexhaustible patience. His words and actions were friendly but not excessive, always maintaining a perfect balance and never appearing frivolous. In short, he was very comfortable to be around.

He was very well-behaved, but Meng Youyou felt that using the word "well-behaved" to describe a 26-year-old man seemed inappropriate.

She had personally witnessed Shan Muchen subdue a small gang of pickpockets on the street with his bare hands, taking on three opponents and gaining the upper hand. She knew he had a fierce side, and it made sense; how could someone who had become a major at such a young age not have any edge?

Perhaps the word "sincere" is more appropriate; it's so sincere that it's almost clumsy.