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

Is Chapter 238 interesting?

After a half-hearted dinner, Shan Muchen drove her to the gate of the compound. Meng Youyou said goodbye and got out of the car with her things.

After walking a few steps, Shan Muchen called out to her from behind: "Yoyo!"

Meng Youyou turned around and looked through the half-lowered car window. She saw the man looking hesitant, and she stood there patiently waiting for him to continue. A few seconds later, he said to her, "Happy birthday!"

Meng Youyou had a feeling that this wasn't what he originally wanted to say, but she didn't press him for details. She just smiled and said, "Thank you. I had a great day."

……

After returning to her room, Meng Youyou placed the gift on the table.

He opened the package Shen Xi had sent. Inside were a Sony headset and two cans of dried fruit, one pineapple and one mango. He always remembered her preferences.

Meng Youyou fiddled with the earphones for a moment, plugged them into the recorder, and put them on to test the sound quality. A jazz song was playing. After sitting quietly for a while, she remembered Shan Muchen again. She clearly saw a bag on the back seat when she got on the bus that afternoon. If she wasn't mistaken, it should be a birthday present he had prepared for her.

But he didn't give it to her all night.

Not only that, when he called her in the afternoon, he gave her a heads-up, saying that today's date would be a bit long and that she should leave early, otherwise she might get back too late and Vice Minister Meng might deduct points from her score.

When Meng Youyou heard this, she sank into the sofa and burst into laughter. Meng Zhengping was sitting on the other end of the phone reading a newspaper, and every word he said reached the ears of the vice minister. She even winked at her father, as if to say, "Look at the fierce image of a tiger, leopard, jackal, and wolf in the eyes of the younger generation."

Tonight we just had a simple meal. The restaurant's dishes were Meng Youyou's favorite flavors, but something felt off.

What's strange is the few awkward exchanges they exchanged during the meal, a stark contrast to the previously harmonious atmosphere where neither of them would let a conversation falter; what's strange is the gift that wasn't given; and what's strange is that he canceled a date that was either not originally planned or not.

Where did the problem lie? She wasn't actually unaware of the reason.

Meng Youyou lowered her eyes to look at the dazzling pink and gold gift box on the table, gently opened the lid, and took out the radiant dance dress from it once again. She held it in her hands and examined it carefully.

An old voice echoed in her ears from a small ward in the distance: "Did you also perform on stage?" It was Meng Youyou's own voice, filled with excitement and curiosity.

"Yes, it's an old tradition in the army. It's a rule set by Regiment Commander Wang. Every year at the Spring Festival Gala held in the camp, officers of the rank of company commander and above must take the lead in participating in the program and set an example." It was that person's voice.

"So what kind of performance did you put on?"

"We formed a chorus with the battalion commanders of other battalions."

Meng Youyou complained: "No originality! So cliché!"

Huo Qingshan smiled and then asked, "I heard from Xiao Li that you also applied for a program before."

“Yes,” Meng Youyou nodded, her eyes bright and her tone rising, “I can dance! You know, I told you before, I’ve been learning for many years. If I hadn’t been injured and hospitalized this time, I could have danced for you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and described the scene to him, her eyes, lips, and nose sparkling with life: "When I was in school, the dance studio was on the first floor, and one wall was glass. Lots of boys would run over after school to watch me practice." She stared intently at the man's expression, but didn't see the "jealous reaction" she'd expected. She pouted and said in a loud, dramatic voice, "So, Battalion Commander Huo, you should know what an incredible treat you missed!" Meng Youyou was particularly confident in her ballet skills. On stage, she was radiant, confident, poised, and elegant. She loved dancing, and she especially loved the stage.

If someone compliments her: "You're so beautiful!"

She would usually feign humility and shyness while smiling and thanking him, and if she was in a good mood, she might add a comment like, "You're beautiful too."

But if she has just come off the stage and someone compliments her: "You danced so beautifully!"

She would definitely raise her chin slightly and reply with a bright smile: I know!
Meng Youyou always knew best how beautiful she was when she danced—she was absolutely gorgeous! If she had to pretend to be modest at that moment, she would feel guilty.

When Huo Qingshan heard her say that, he pretended to be deep in thought, a hint of melancholy showing between his brows. Looking into her eyes, he said in a tone that matched his low spirits, "I'm so sad that I couldn't see it."

"Tch~," Meng Youyou chuckled. "So hypocritical!" She mercilessly exposed Battalion Commander Huo's clumsy performance.

"However, I had already explored almost the entire city of Fanzhou, but I couldn't find many shops that sold dance costumes. Besides, the dance skirts in those shops weren't very nice, so I could only buy one randomly."

She promised him, "I'll dance for you again when I buy a nice dance dress." She whispered in his ear, "I'll only dance for you!" It was a simple promise, but it carried all the joy and secret happiness of a girl at that moment.

As she uttered those words, she imagined herself, beautiful as a fairy, dancing for her beloved. It didn't need to be on a grand stage; just the two of them would suffice. He would be captivated by her, his dark eyes filled with adoration. She knew she would inevitably steal glances at his reaction as she danced, and she hoped he wouldn't notice. But she still had to remind herself to stay focused; the dance had to be perfect.

Meng Youyou felt his arms tighten around her waist, and then she heard him say, "Okay, I hope to find a dress you like soon, so that day will come sooner." At that moment, Meng Youyou didn't notice that the sentence was missing a subject. Who was looking for a dress she liked?
The sunlight outside the window fell on their shoulders, which were pressed tightly together. Even in broad daylight, they would hug each other during the ten or twenty minutes that Ms. Hu Shulan was out.

Back then, it seemed like we would never get tired of each other. No matter how long we spent together, we would always regret that time was too short. But thankfully... back then, we both felt that the future was long, a lifetime was long, and there was plenty of time left.

But reality always delivers a sudden and unexpected blow.

How many perfect "tomorrow is far away" moments are there in this world?
Meng Youyou changed into the white dance dress, stood in front of the mirror, and stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

Not only is it beautiful, but what's even more surprising is that the dress fits her body perfectly, with every part of the circumference cut just right.

Why would a dress given by a stranger fit her so perfectly? The last time she wore clothes that fit so perfectly was when... someone boasted to her that they could measure data precisely by hand.

The night sky was empty except for the moon. In the room stood a long, wide full-length dressing mirror, so she didn't need the sunlight reflecting off the window to check if her clothes fit. Naturally, when she turned away, the smiling figure waiting outside the door would no longer be there.

Many things have changed; the feeling of instantly beaming with joy upon seeing someone is no longer there.

Who gave her this dress? Meng Youyou wasn't without an answer in her heart, but she didn't want to indulge herself in thinking about it too deeply.

What does he mean?
What does he mean by giving her such an expensive gift?
What does the specially sent dance dress represent?
Meng Youyou said to herself, “His casual action can easily affect all my emotions. Is it meaningful to keep thinking about these trivial things?”

"Meng Youyou, is this interesting?"