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

Chapter 229 Flowers in a Mirror, Moon in the Water (Part 2)
It was June, and the summer heat was intense.

Meng Youyou wore a pure white chiffon knee-length skirt with a thin brown leather belt around her waist, looking ethereal. It was past 5:30 when she came out of the office building, and the heat was still relentless.

Meng Youyou took out a parasol from her bag and opened it. She is the type of person who is afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer. Her skin is fair and delicate, and she is prone to allergies and redness from too much sun exposure. Therefore, she always takes good protective measures in the summer.

In less than a minute, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my forehead as I walked from the office building to the exit.

Because the umbrella was pulled down low, Meng Youyou's field of vision was limited to the ground within three meters. When she reached the exit, she passed through the small door next to the security booth, and the old man inside called out to her, "Xiao Meng, your boyfriend is here to pick you up from get off work again!"

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' office area is enclosed by a wall, with a gate on the north and south sides. The north gate is the main gate, and vehicles mostly enter and exit through this gate.

A manually operated sliding fence was installed on the left side of the north gate to control the entry and exit of relevant vehicles. At this moment, Meng Youyou was standing at the small gate on the right.

Hearing the sound, Meng Youyou raised the brim of her umbrella and glanced into the security booth. She met the old man's wrinkled, smiling face. She knew who the old man was referring to as his boyfriend, so she just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

Immediately, Meng Youyou looked towards the roadside outside the exit. Shan Muchen often stood by the roadside to the left of the main gate, waiting for her, and he always did.

The gaze that should have smoothly swept from right to left froze the moment I looked up.

Meng Youyou stood there, staring blankly at the man in black standing ten meters away from her. He was also looking at her. The two stared at each other silently, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

How did he end up here? What's he doing here?
The knuckles of her hand gripping the umbrella handle began to turn white, and her heart clenched with pain; she hadn't felt this heartbroken in a long time.

Everything was moving in a positive direction. She thought about him less and less, and the pillow next to her ear was no longer damp when she woke up in the morning. She was also becoming more and more familiar with Shan Muchen.

But why did he still appear in front of her? Why did he have to disrupt her peaceful life?
How could he be so selfish! Cruel! Utterly wicked!

Meng Youyou coldly shifted her gaze and turned to the left, as if the person opposite her was just a stranger.

She tilted the umbrella to shield herself from the burning gaze directly in front of her and strode toward the dark green jeep to her left.

When they reached Shan Muchen, Meng Youyou asked him with a smile, "How long have you been waiting?" "I've told you many times, you can just wait in the car next time."

"Not long after, we were already standing in the sun during regular training anyway, so there was no difference."

Meng Youyou nodded, then asked with great curiosity, "What are we eating today?"

"A college classmate of mine opened an old Beijing copper pot restaurant in Nanluoguxiang after he was injured and retired. It just opened a couple of days ago. Shall we go and support him?"

"Okay," Meng Youyou replied, bowing her head to close her umbrella.

Dan Muchen glanced to his right subconsciously, then turned around and opened the car door for her.

Meng Youyou carefully folded and arranged the sun umbrella she had put away, opened the bag, and put it inside.

Just as she was about to lift her leg to get on the bus, her right forearm was suddenly grabbed, the thick calluses on the person's palm digging into her forearm skin. It was very uncomfortable.

Meng Youyou closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the surging anger within her. She turned around, offering a smile as angelic as she spoke, her tone distant yet polite: "Commander Huo, are you in the capital on a business trip or visiting relatives?"

The man stared straight into her eyes, his voice hoarse and weary: "I've come to find you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou's lips curled slightly, and she raised her eyelids to look at him: "I am grateful that Battalion Commander Huo took the time out of his busy schedule to visit me..." She paused, her tone ambiguous: "Former colleague?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow playfully, and asked again, "Still your ex-girlfriend?"

"Oh, I..."

Interrupted by her, Meng Youyou looked at the other person's eyes with a hint of sarcasm, "I appreciate Battalion Commander Huo's kindness."

"I have other matters to attend to right now and don't have time to entertain you. Battalion Commander Huo, please return." An excessively handsome smile still lingered on his lips.

After saying this, he forcefully shook off the hand and got into the car.

Dan Muchen remained in the position of supporting the car door with one hand. He looked at the expressionless girl inside the car, then at the gloomy man standing beside him, and with a wave of his hand, the car door closed.

The roar of the engine shattered the tense atmosphere. The dark green Jeep's exhaust spewed out murky gray smoke, the fumes carrying the pungent smell of unburned gasoline that stung the man's nostrils. He remained standing, a sudden wave of nausea rising in his stomach. The man's figure in the rearview mirror grew smaller and smaller until Shan Muchen turned a corner and disappeared from sight. Meng Youyou leaned her head back and wearily closed her eyes.

……

At night, after taking a shower, Meng Youyou sat on the bed with a bedside lamp lit up, hugging her knees and lost in thought, involuntarily recalling the scene from the daytime.

A slight noise suddenly came from the balcony. With a thud, Meng Youyou came to her senses. She recognized the sound; it was the sound of wet clothes slipping off the hanger and falling to the ground.

Lately, there have been strong winds at night. Sometimes when I go to the balcony in the morning, I see the clothes I hung up to dry last night lying on the ground, looking rather shabby.

Frustrated, Meng Youyou put on her shoes and got out of bed. Ugh! She had to wash them all over again. She silently resolved that she would never hang her laundry out to dry on the balcony again, otherwise it would all be for nothing.

Meng Youyou walked to the door connecting the room and the balcony, and angrily yanked the door open.

They stared at the pervert on the balcony.

The pervert was holding a clothes hanger in one hand and her wet white undershirt in the other. The man froze, his expression somewhat blank and... embarrassed.

Huo Qingshan reacted for a few seconds, and his first words were: "It fell down by itself. I saw it as soon as I climbed up."

Meng Youyou frowned, her face grim, but she remained silent, making a move to close the door.

Seeing this, the man darted forward.

The two people were positioned on opposite sides of the door, one trying to close it and the other trying to squeeze in.

With such a disparity in skill, Meng Youyou was naturally no match for him and was defeated in the blink of an eye.

The man slipped into the room with swift, decisive movements. By the time Meng Youyou reacted, she was already trapped in the narrow space between the door and his chest, in a vulnerable position under his absolute control.

The familiar scent of his breath filled her nostrils, a smell she had once cherished. Meng Youyou looked up coldly at the man before her, her face stern, and commanded in a harsh tone, "Let me go!"

But the man didn't let go; instead, his strong arms on either side of her body pulled closer, further encroaching on the little space she had left. He raised a hand to stroke the girl's cheek, but she turned her head away as soon as he touched it.

"Huo Qingshan, what exactly do you want to do?"
Didn't you see this afternoon? I have a boyfriend now, and I like someone else. If you dare to bother me again, I'll have my dad call your boss.

"I'm reporting you for trespassing on government grounds, breaking into private homes, and even assaulting me. I'm going to make sure you get a demerit, a demotion, and a disciplinary action!" Meng Youyou said fiercely.

The man mumbled, "Oh, I never said we should break up." His tone was somewhat pitiful.

What's so pitiful about you?

These words were like adding fuel to the fire. The string of reason in Meng Youyou's mind snapped instantly, and the girl retorted emotionally, "Huo Qingshan, you are really too arrogant! Do you think I, Meng Youyou, am a pet that you can summon and dismiss at will?"

The girl tried to push against the impenetrable wall in front of her, but couldn't budge it at all. In her anger, her voice unconsciously rose: "You want me to leave, so I have to pack my bags and leave the next day. You suddenly come back to me like a madwoman and say you never said you wanted to break up, so I have to pretend nothing happened and get back together with you, right?" Because of her emotional outburst, even the corners of her eyes and cheeks were red.

The man's throat ached as if countless sharp needles were pricking it, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "I'm sorry."

The girl scoffed, her emotions having calmed down slightly. She said coldly, word by word, "I do not accept your apology, nor do I need it."

Go back now. I already have someone I like. Don't come looking for me again. I don't want to see you.

The man placed his hands on the girl's shoulders, lowered his head, and gently brushed the hair on the top of her head with the tip of his nose, softly retorting, "Oh, don't say such hurtful things, okay? You're lying, you don't like him, the person you like is me."

The girl lowered her eyes, her voice devoid of any emotion: "I'm not lying to you, I really don't like you anymore, I've fallen for someone else."

The man lifted the girl's chin with one hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Look me in the eyes and say you don't like me, you like someone else."

Meng Youyou stared blankly into his eyes, then opened her lips to speak: "I don't like..."

Suddenly, the girl's lips were covered, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.