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

Chapter 234 Lone Wolf (Part 1)

Meng Youyou tried on several outfits in a row: a ginger-yellow ankle-length skirt, a red shirt with white polka dots paired with tight-fitting flared pants, a light green openwork embroidered batwing top paired with denim shorts...

Every time she came out of the fitting room, she would receive a barrage of compliments from the sales clerks, praising her to the skies and in every way, from her temperament and figure to her skin tone and leg shape, even including Hu Shulan herself.

Hu Shulan has always been thin-skinned and easily influenced. With the atmosphere already set, she bought the outfits that Meng Youyou had tried on without much hesitation.

When Meng Youyou came out after changing her clothes, she was shocked to learn that her mother had bought all the clothes in one go: "Why did you buy them all? You could have just picked out two sets at most."

Hu Shulan reached out to take the several large bags that the saleswoman had packed and handed over, and said to her with a smile, "You look good in all of these. I can't choose which outfit is better. They each have their own charm, so I'll just buy them all."

The sales clerk at the counter chimed in, "Yes, yes, a mother is naturally willing to spend money on clothes for her beautiful daughter."

What's done is done, and there's no point in saying anything more. Meng Youyou could only go over and help Hu Shulan carry a few bags, and the two walked out side by side.

The two walked back towards the staircase they had come from. On their way, they passed a men's clothing store, and Hu Shulan called out to her, "Your dad has been wearing those summer suits for many years. I saw the gray one he often wears the other day, and the cuffs are almost worn out."

Meng Youyou glanced up at the shop on her right and instantly understood what Hu Shulan meant, so she said, "Let's go in and take a look."

Hu Shulan was very familiar with her husband's size and favorite colors and styles, and it didn't take her long to pick out two summer suits.

Meng Youyou sat idly in a chair in the store, glancing around aimlessly. Suddenly, she noticed a gray-white tracksuit on the mannequin to her left. It was a long-sleeved jacket and trousers with black vertical stripes on the sides—a simple and clean design. She wore a pure white short-sleeved shirt underneath, both made of pure cotton. The whole outfit looked comfortable, stylish, and refreshing.

Meng Youyou got up from her chair, walked over, and looked her up and down several times. Soon, a sharp-eyed saleswoman came over to introduce the outfit to her: "This lady has excellent taste. This tracksuit is a new style in our store, it just arrived last week. Are you buying it for..." She hesitated at just the right moment, pausing to probe the potential needs of her target customer.

Meng Youyou smiled at the person next to her, without answering the question directly, but asked instead, "What size should a man who is about 1.85 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, buy?"

The sales clerk smiled and said, "You can choose 185/96A."

Hu Shulan was standing in front of the counter when she saw a saleswoman carrying a gray-white casual outfit leading her daughter to the cashier. She turned around and asked, "Who are you buying this for?"

Meng Youyou looked up and met her mother's gaze, her expression indifferent: "Shan Muchen." After a two-second pause, she added: "He gave me a necklace last time."

Hu Shulan understood. She knew her daughter well enough that she valued reciprocity in etiquette and didn't like owing others.

Hu Shulan withdrew her meaningful gaze, turned to the cashier at the counter, and said, "Let's settle it together."

Meng Youyou reached out to stop her, and with her other hand reached for her wallet, saying hurriedly, "I'll pay for mine myself." She winked at Hu Shulan, "This is a gift for someone else, representing my feelings. It's not appropriate for you to pay for it for me."

The mother and daughter walked out of the men's clothing store. Hu Shulan glanced at her daughter's profile, hesitated for two seconds, and then asked, "What...what is your relationship with Xiao Dan now?" Meng Youyou also turned her head and said frankly, "I would say we are in contact with the intention of dating."

Seeing her daughter's relaxed and unharmed expression, Hu Shulan breathed a sigh of relief and finally asked the question that had been buried in her heart for a long time: "Then what are you and Xiao Huo...?"

Meng Youyou smiled at her mother, her features lively and playful, "Do you think your daughter is the kind of person who would cheat on her husband?"

The implied message was clear—it was over! Hu Shulan understood. Although she didn't harbor the same strong resentment towards Huo Qingshan as her husband had in the past, she was still somewhat wary that the old grudges of the previous generation would hurt her daughter. Now that her daughter had said it was over, then it was over. She could like whoever she wanted now; her happiness was the most important thing.

……

On June 29th, around 7 PM, in the long days and short nights of summer, a wisp of sunset still lingered on the horizon, coexisting with the darkness.

Lu Feng's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "The family of three in apartment 401 has left the building and is heading towards the back gate of the complex."

"Received." Not long after he finished speaking, Huo Qingshan saw a pair of elderly people with slightly hunched backs and silver hair, holding the hand of a young girl. The three of them strolled out of the back gate of the community.

With a leisurely pace and relaxed demeanor, they stopped at a fruit stand outside the residential area, picked out a few oranges, paid for them, took one out of the bag, peeled it as they walked, and fed it to their granddaughter. The rest were carried by the grandfather.

The three then blended seamlessly into the crowd of pedestrians on the stone path, making it impossible to tell that they were anything special.

This area is all residential. In the summer evenings, the night breeze is cool, and many people go out for a stroll after dinner. If they hadn't been staking out here for over a week, this would have been the first time they'd encountered this family going out for a walk after dinner, and of all days, they chose June 29th.

Lu Feng and his group couldn't help but overthink it.

"The target has headed towards Friendship North Road," Huo Qingshan reported in real time via walkie-talkie.

"Should we urgently deploy more manpower to follow along?" As soon as Lu Feng said this, he realized the problem and quickly retorted, "Mobilizing a large number of people on short notice is too much of a fuss and could easily alert the enemy."

“Okay,” Huo Qingshan agreed. “I’ll go and see what’s going on first. We’ll discuss the follow-up actions later. Keep in touch.”

Lu Feng didn't hesitate. Although he knew there was a risk in tracking his target alone, he didn't have a better option at the moment. He simply told him, "Be careful!"

This arrest operation was a rare opportunity, and fearing that the news might leak out, the scope of knowledge was limited to the anti-drug brigade. The manpower was not sufficient, and Lu Feng and Huo Qingshan had previously discussed whether to seek support from other military and police forces, but after careful consideration, they ultimately decided against it.

First, they were wary of Qian Xue's incredibly keen sense of smell. Second, they considered the overall security situation in the city. Although the border region, especially near Vietnam, still suffers from gun smuggling due to ongoing conflict and its unique geographical environment, it is generally well-organized. Third, they had a head start; the neighborhood's layout was simple and easy to understand, meaning that with proper advance deployment, they would have enough manpower.