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

Chapter 227 We should at least give it a try.

Shan Muchen roughly understood the story and what she was trying to say. "So, the person you like broke up with you because of practical reasons like family opposition?"

"Yes, more or less. The specific reasons are definitely different, as they involve more people, so it's hard to explain, but the principle is the same." Meng Youyou calmly concluded about her failed love: "Ultimately, it's because I didn't love you enough."

Dan Muchen finally got the reason he wanted to know and saw clearly what kind of door was blocking his way. But for a moment, forgive his dullness, he didn't know what to say, nor did he know where the key he was looking for was. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but still couldn't utter a word.

On the contrary, Meng Youyou, who had been answering his questions one by one all along, raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "I must tell you honestly, I sensed your interest in me, or rather, your affection, from the very beginning."

Don't laugh at me, but I've had a lot of boys like me growing up. I don't know if this counts as a skill, but I can easily tell if a boy likes me or not, and I've almost never been wrong.

Even your confession just now didn't surprise or seem unexpected to me.

Meng Youyou withdrew her gaze and turned to look ahead. The streetlights along the roadside lit up one after another, stretching along the straight asphalt road into the boundless distance. Meng Youyou spoke for a while, then paused, saying whatever came to mind without any particular structure: "You just shared your feelings. You said you felt that I gave you a chance. This is not your illusion, nor is it wishful thinking. Your feelings are all correct."

I feel comfortable around you. I find myself not repulsed by you, even somewhat pleased. Before the night you gave me the cassette tape, I did consider whether to try to get to know you better, maybe I'd slowly fall for you, or perhaps…

Meng Youyou paused for a moment, hesitated briefly, and then chose to tell the truth: "I'm using a new relationship to heal the wounds from the previous one." As she said this, the girl lowered her head guiltily.

The streetlights cast their light on the windshield, reflecting the images of herself and the other person, like looking in a mirror. Meng Youyou was afraid to see the man's eyes at this moment; they might be hurt, or they might be disgusted. Between the two, Meng Youyou preferred the latter.

A few seconds later, he weakly added, "I'm sorry."

There was a lingering stillness in the air for more than a minute. People in the carriage could clearly hear their own breathing. Meng Youyou did not look up.

"Then why did you pause this idea?" Shan Muchen asked her in a calm tone, "Or... did you stop it?"
I'm not quite sure what you're thinking, so I don't know which word would best define your current thoughts.

"Because I saw my own reflection in you. You must have waited for me for at least four hours that night, right? Your hands were covered in mosquito bites."

I asked you why you didn't just leave the things in the mailroom, and you told me it was because you wanted to see me. That sentence suddenly brought me to my senses.

I remember now, one night I squatted under the eaves in the wind and rain, waiting from darkness until dawn, my clothes soaked through, just to see him.

At that moment, I realized that I was simply desperately trying to find any possible way out of the gloom. Like a drowning person, frantically trying to grab onto anything around me that might pull me out of the water.

I only thought about myself. Could I even reach for that piece of driftwood? As for what to do with it if I found it useless after I got it, I didn't think about that.

Meng Youyou unconsciously licked her dry lower lip and asked softly, "Isn't that selfish?"

Dan Muchen didn't answer her last question. He sat quietly beside her, saying nothing, so Meng Youyou couldn't see his expression. So, Meng Youyou answered her own question: "Yeah, that's really too selfish!"
I cannot drag you down with me at all costs just to try and save myself.

You give your heart and soul to someone, only to find that you can't reciprocate with equal love. The relationship can't withstand the slightest hardship; it's so fragile that it crumbles at the slightest blow. You suddenly realize that the problem lies in the fact that the other person never truly held your hand. The girl spoke these words with a smile on her lips, but the upward curve of her lips couldn't conceal the sorrow in her eyes.

Orange light shone into the car cabin, casting her profile in the soft, shadowy glow. The girl sitting before him possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face. No matter how long Shan Muchen had known her, the next time he saw her, he would still be momentarily stunned. Like a rare, dazzling pearl, radiant and luminous, she seemed born to be surrounded by beauty, so beautiful that she shouldn't be shrouded in even the slightest trace of sorrow. The girl continued, "That feeling is too painful. I've experienced it, but I hope you never have to experience what it's like."

If things continue in the same pattern, I can't guarantee I'll fall in love with you, much less that I'll love you the way you love me. But perhaps we'll end up together because we're comfortable with each other, our family backgrounds are similar, and our parents are satisfied.

But if that happens, I might become the "him" in my previous relationship, and you would become the role I played in that relationship.

I broke free from an unequal relationship, and to escape the pain it caused, I impulsively entered into another unequal relationship, only this time I became the so-called dominant one.

This is unfair to you, very unfair, and cruel.

"Are you finished?" Shan Muchen asked.

Meng Youyou paused for a moment, then nodded gently.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he said in a calm tone, "Then it's my turn to speak."

You used very strong words to describe your actions, but I don't think it went to the level of 'exploitation'. You also have no obligation to reveal your past romantic experiences to your suitors right away. If you had to tell them everything when someone started pursuing you, wouldn't you have no privacy at all?

To be honest, the fact that you still like someone else makes me sad, but that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you.

You don't need to feel guilty anymore. You've already told me everything honestly, and even after knowing the whole story, I still don't want to give up on pursuing you. I want to stand up for myself. I'm an adult, and I'll take responsibility for the consequences of every choice I make, whether good or bad.

Hearing this, Meng Youyou finally looked up in astonishment, only to be met with a pair of clean and clear eyes, without a trace of the shame and anger she had imagined.

Shan Muchen smiled at her: "So, from now on, you shouldn't feel like you're using me anymore."

Let's simplify this: I like you, so I want to pursue you. All you need to do is, as the one being pursued, purely consider your feelings and emotions towards me—whether they've changed, whether you're moved, to the point where you're willing to date me.

If not, you can simply refuse me then.

Of course, the premise is that I hope you can give me the opportunity to pursue you, instead of avoiding me like you did a few days ago, blocking all my paths to get close to you.

Meng Youyou blurted out instinctively, "But..."

"But what?"

But I lack confidence in myself when it comes to forgetting him.

Meng Youyou originally wanted to say that, but she didn't say it in the end. She just shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

A voice inside me was telling me, "You have to give it a try, Meng Youyou. How will you know you can't do it if you don't try?"
She frankly revealed her hand to him, and instead of retreating, he advanced. So what reason did she have to back down before even engaging in battle?
Give the other person a chance, and give yourself a chance too. That's a good idea.