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

Chapter 245 The Gift of Time

Before parting that day, Shan Muchen said to her, "Yoyo, having witnessed what it's like when you truly love someone, I've become even more aware of how unrealistic my own desires are."

"I've always underestimated your feelings for him, and overestimated my own abilities." The man's eyes dimmed, and he gave a silent, bitter laugh. "Fine, I think... today, I'm finally giving up."

It's a farewell after a difficult struggle.

……

The rain outside the car was getting heavier and heavier, and the dense raindrops hit the roof of the car with a muffled drumbeat. Through the water-stained glass, the halo of the street lamps was refracted into a distorted golden river.

Intertwined with the afterimages of neon lights on the street, they flowed like watercolors, twisting and deforming as raindrops slid down, as if the whole world was soaking in a swaying amber liquid.

It was so drowsy it made people want to sleep. Meng Youyou crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and pretending to doze off. Suddenly, the car jerked slightly, and the girl's shoulder swayed forward a little due to inertia.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Shan Muchen braving the heavy rain to get out of the car, walk to the trunk, take out a rubber raincoat, run more than ten meters, and catch up with an old man scavenging on the roadside.

When he returned, the man's clothes were completely soaked.

He's that kind of person; he'd rather get soaked himself than give someone a raincoat to keep them dry.

Just like how he deliberately waited for her at the entrance of the military compound tonight so he could drive her home, it certainly wasn't a way of pursuing her by being attentive, but rather because he felt it wouldn't be safe for a girl to travel alone at night.

Even if this girl hurt him deeply.

This is Shan Muchen, such a good person, so good that Meng Youyou felt like a heartless bad person.

Although she had frankly warned him of the dangers ahead, and he still resolutely chose to face the challenge head-on, Meng Youyou still felt indebted to him.

The man opened the car door again, stepped into the car, and brought a wave of dampness into the car.

When he sat down sideways, you could tell he was being very careful, but inevitably, as he moved, he scattered a few water droplets around him, which splashed onto Meng Youyou.

Upon realizing this, he immediately said, "Sorry, I not only woke you up, but I also got you wet."

Meng Youyou smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, I would have been soaked to the bone. I haven't even thanked you yet, but you're already feeling embarrassed. It makes me seem like I'm heartless."

Upon hearing this, Shan Muchen smiled as well.

In Meng Youyou's view, their current relationship is hard to define. They're friends, but there's a bit of awkwardness involved; it's more like acquaintances who have retreated to a safe distance after a failed blind date.

Just as Meng Youyou was racking her brains trying to find a clever and appropriate topic, Shan Muchen, who was turning the steering wheel, suddenly spoke up and threw out an unexpected question at her: "Is that your hairpin phoenix?"

Hearing this, Meng Youyou turned her head to look at him, her eyes slightly puzzled, "How did you figure that out?" After all, his interaction with that person this afternoon was barely even a fleeting encounter.

“It’s obvious.” The man glanced at Meng Youyou through the rearview mirror. “Of course, I have to tell you honestly, I happened to bump into you two together when I was taking a walk in the compound last night. He was wiping your feet, and you…”

Shan Muchen stopped himself from saying anything more, but he had already conveyed his meaning. Meng Youyou knew perfectly well that what he hadn't said referred to seeing her kiss him.

Meng Youyou then asked, "Don't you think that I kissed him because we made up?"

Dan Muchen retorted, "If you two had made up, would you still need me to drive you around?" Meng Youyou was speechless.

Dan Muchen steered the conversation back to the topic they hadn't finished discussing earlier: "However, this can only be considered further confirmation. It doesn't change the fact that I already noticed something fishy between you two when I was at his doorstep this afternoon."

Meng Youyou was amused by the other party's strange choice of words. What does "solid evidence" mean? What does "tricks" mean?
Shan Muchen continued to recount his process of speculation: "You may not have noticed the way he looked at me. Of course, when you and I passed by Chief Huo's house, he spent most of his time looking at you, only occasionally glancing at me."

"That look in his eyes..." The man paused, as if savoring the memory.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Shan Muchen thought of what he considered the most apt analogy: "When I was in basic training, I was in charge of training military dogs for a period of time. At that time, the military had just begun training military dogs, and many of the hardware facilities and management procedures were not yet mature and perfect. At least two dogs would live in a single cell."

Of the two German Shepherds I was in charge of, one was taller and stronger. At first, it would quickly finish its own food and then try to steal the other dog's food.

The look in the eyes of the dog whose food was stolen was exactly the same look he gave me this afternoon—a look of utter hatred, as if he wanted to devour me alive.

Meng Youyou was amused by his peculiar analogy again, and this time she laughed out loud.

His unique sense of humor has returned; it's one of his most charming qualities, Meng Youyou thought.

People who share the same plight can effortlessly connect with each other on a soul level; you love me, and I love him. If just one of them is willing to change their mindset, the other will get what they want, or at least be free from attachment, and things will be much better.

Yet they are remarkably similar in this respect—neither of them wants to change course.

As a result, they have all learned just how powerful it is to wait for a love that goes unanswered for a long time.

It can turn a vibrant person into a desolate gray.

Meng Youyou sincerely hopes that he can get back on the right track of his originally colorful life.

“Shan Muchen, you will definitely find a wonderful girl in the future. You will like her very much, and she will like you very, very much too,” Meng Youyou said earnestly.

After saying that, as if he felt he wasn't being sincere enough, he quickly added, "I'm not trying to comfort you, I really am not trying to comfort you."

"You're so wonderful, Heaven will surely not let you down!" Meng Youyou said with absolute certainty.

Dan Muchen responded with a brief, emotionless "I hope so," before asking, "And you? Do you still intend to continue loving him?"

"I think I might still love him." Meng Youyou admitted this so frankly in front of him, a rare occurrence for her.

The girl's voice was calm, "Perhaps it will take a very, very long time for me to let go of this relationship, or perhaps I simply won't be able to."

I don't plan to force myself to change my mind anymore. After all, I've tried, and the effect of doing it deliberately isn't good. As for the future... let nature take its course. Maybe God will be kind to me, and one morning I'll wake up and things will take a turn for the better?" Meng Youyou smiled and spread her hands.

His expression gradually returned to seriousness, and he slowly said, "But I think I can accept the fact that I can't be with him anymore."

At least I've gotten used to it; I've gotten used to life without this person in my life.

Time always gives people some "good things," such as the fading of memories.