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

Chapter 267 Psychological Assessment
"Don't try to be strong on your own. What happened? Tell me, okay? I can help you," Huo Qingshan said, trying to persuade him.

Meng Youyou brushed away the two large hands that were on her shoulders, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her eyes: "You will never help me. You will only give me difficult tasks, but you will not allow me to show any vulnerability for even a second."

"You just want to find fault with me and then judge me as unqualified," she said, almost resentfully.

A certain word struck a chord in Huo Qingshan's mind, and he made a judgment: "A lot of pressure, isn't it?" In the darkness, he moved closer without making a sound, their noses barely an inch apart.

Meng Youyou did not answer, but kept lowering her head.

The man moved one hand to her chin, forcing her to look up. "But Yoyo, from the day you chose to come to this place, you should have known what you would face next?"

“In this place, everyone has their own duties and needs to play their best within their responsibilities. Sometimes, when facing two or even five times more enemy troops, you wish you could stretch every soldier under your command to ten. I can’t give you any leeway, I can’t give anyone any leeway.”

The man's hoarse voice stopped.

His rough fingertips brushed against her cheek, picked up a strand of damp hair, gently held it, and tucked it behind her ear along the curve of her earlobe. Everything happened in the darkness. His movements were natural and practiced, with an intimate feeling that felt perfectly natural, as if he had done it countless times before.

All of this seemed so reasonable, proceeding and happening so naturally that Meng Youyou forgot to dodge during the process, and then it was over.

After doing all this, Huo Qingshan continued, "Intelligence work is even more so. The results of your work directly determine the strategic direction of the entire position. Life and death, success and failure are often separated by a fine line. If you misunderstand a sentence, mistranslate a word, or are even half a step too slow, the outcome of the battle will be drastically different."

Working under such high pressure for extended periods, members of the Technical Investigation Department experience emotional breakdowns every month, every week, and even every day. If these breakdowns are not controlled, they can easily escalate into major disasters.

The man's gaze was fixed on the hazy outline of the person before him, his throat bobbing slightly. "I personally witnessed a listening officer, about your age, misinterpret intelligence due to exhaustion, leading one of our infantry battalions to adopt a reckless advance, resulting in an ambush and the deaths of 87 men during the pursuit. After learning of the situation, that listening officer suffered a complete mental breakdown and attempted self-harm multiple times." He calmly recounted the brutal facts, his tone gentle and devoid of any intimidation.

He moved his face close to her ear, his dry lips almost touching her ear, and his voice was more serious than ever before: "Oh dear, you need to think this through, you really need to think this through, are you prepared to face all of this?"

Meng Youyou could feel his warm breath so close to hers. Every word he uttered floated into her ear canal before it even touched the air, each word carrying immense weight and shaking her will.

Meng Youyou's fluctuating emotions had now calmed down. After listening to his words, she had to calm herself down and try to examine herself as objectively as possible. After a long while, Meng Youyou finally spoke: "I was indeed under a lot of psychological pressure in the past few days. The task you gave me was too tight in terms of time and difficulty. I encountered many difficulties in the process, and I kept pushing myself to decipher it quickly. The pressure piled up unconsciously until the moment I successfully intercepted the useful intelligence, and my emotions just couldn't be controlled... and were released."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But I don't think I'm in a position where I'm currently unsuitable. This is a conclusion I've reached after careful consideration, and I hope you can take it into consideration."

Regarding what you said, I didn't think about it in such depth or comprehensively before I came. It's undeniable that every day here has brought me new challenges. Every day I open my eyes, I have to process new traumas and learn how to adapt, which I must admit is not an easy task for me.

I find it difficult to say definitively that I am fully prepared to face those unknown situations, nor can I promise you that similar mistakes will never happen to me.

But what I want to say is that from the first day I arrived here, I never thought of giving up.

I'm not the kind of person who gets easily defeated by difficulties and needs to hide behind for protection. When faced with a problem, I confront it head-on, then solve it and overcome it.

Tears are my way of releasing emotions, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of overcoming them, much less that I'll be defeated by them. At least regarding what just happened, I believe I'm confident I can overcome this temporary negative emotion and adjust my mindset to focus on the task at hand." As the girl spoke, she slowly raised her head, her voice steady and firm.

"Platoon Leader Huo, I may not be as indestructible as you, but I am certainly not as fragile or vulnerable as you think."

I hope you can respect my feelings and thoughts, and be able to break free from preconceived biases and fully understand my capabilities, instead of arbitrarily judging my decision to stay or leave based solely on your own ideas.

This is my true state of mind. I haven't hidden anything from you. You are my commander, and I will fully respect your assessment and subsequent deployment decisions. Of course, I also trust that you will make the fairest and most rational judgment.

The surrounding environment was as dark as ever, so Meng Youyou naturally couldn't see the dim, flickering light in the man's eyes as he spoke. Only Huo Qingshan himself knew that something deep within him, something he had long held dear, had silently crumbled, and the central pillar was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Is it prejudice? Huo Qingshan smiled bitterly to himself. In fact, even he himself couldn't tell whether it was prejudice or selfishness.

After saying all that in one breath, Meng Youyou waited a few seconds and, seeing that the other person didn't respond, said, "Platoon Leader Huo, take your time to think it over. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

It was supposed to be a consultation, but it was really just a notification. After saying that, Meng Youyou turned around and left decisively. She hadn't gone two steps when someone grabbed her arm from behind.