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

Chapter 268 Chaotic Behavior

Meng Youyou stopped in her tracks, turned halfway to the side, and before she could speak, the force on her arm loosened, and the next second, her wrist was grabbed again.

With a little force, Huo Qingshan pulled her hand towards him.

He gently lifted her palm with his thumb. "What are you doing?" Before she could finish speaking, several round things were stuffed into her palm.

It still had a warm body temperature, and the skin was pitted and bumpy; when pressed with a fingertip, it felt somewhat soft.

So, the words that were meant to be spoken came out as, "What is this?" As she spoke, Meng Youyou kept glancing at her palm, but the light in the cave was too dim, and she could only see a few round shadows.

"Wood Milk Fruit." Huo Qingshan's voice rang out from above.

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou looked up in astonishment, instantly realizing what was going on, but she forcefully suppressed the surging desire to find out, and asked calmly, "Where did this come from?"

"I saw it on the way back and picked it on a whim," he answered quickly, loosening his grip on her wrist.

After a two-second silence, Meng Youyou carefully asked, "Why did you pick this? And why did you give it to me?"

Huo Qingshan quietly took out the remaining wood milk fruit from his pocket, bent down slightly, and stuffed them all into Meng Youyou's pocket. Then he uttered two simple words: "Reward."

A nonsensical answer.

Meng Youyou stared at the person opposite her. She didn't like the dark; in this environment, she couldn't see his expression at all, let alone understand what he was thinking.

She got stuck on the point: "How did you know I could intercept their artillery location coordinates before you came back?"

“It’s not this reward, it was from the day before yesterday.” His answers were always brief and economical, as if he was afraid of saying too much and giving Meng Youyou a “handle” to use against him.

Okay, Meng Youyou was speechless. Should she ask him? Should she ask him directly, "Did you hear me talking yesterday, so you picked these for me on purpose?" Should she ask him, "If someone else had said the same thing, would you have done the same?"
Just as she was hesitating, she heard a voice say, "It's alright, go back." The man buttoned up the buttons on her pocket and said softly to her.

Without further hesitation, Meng Youyou strode away. After walking several steps, she suddenly stopped, stamped her foot in frustration at her own incompetence, and then returned to him.

She bared her fangs to intimidate, aggressively questioning, "What if this thing is poisonous?"

“I have carefully inspected these fruits. There are no abnormalities in their appearance. I have also tested the skin by cutting open the juice with a dagger. So you should eat them as soon as possible, otherwise they will spoil easily.”

Meng Youyou was not surprised by his answer at all. It seemed that she trusted anything he gave her without question. He would never give her anything that was unsafe. This level of trust, bordering on blind faith, both amazed and saddened Meng Youyou when she realized it.

She knew perfectly well that these things must have passed his rigorous screening process before being delivered to her. But Meng Youyou still insisted, "You eat first."

She held up the wild fruit in her hand in front of the man, her demeanor carrying a hint of banditry, "I'll eat it after you've eaten for ten minutes and there's no reaction."

Huo Qingshan glanced down at the fruit held in front of him, then looked at Meng Youyou, and then reached out to take one of the wood milk fruits, while drawing the dagger from his waist with his other hand.

So, they stood face to face in the dimly lit cave and shared most of the wood milk fruit. Each fruit, once peeled open, had three segments of milky-white flesh. Huo Qingshan would quickly finish one segment and then hand the rest to Meng Youyou.

Meng Youyou would pretend to eat a slice each time, then scrunch up her face, slurp her tongue, and complain, "It's so astringent. You eat the rest, I'll look for the next one."

While speaking, taking advantage of the moment when Huo Qingshan was focused on peeling fruit, she swiftly shoved the fruit into his mouth.

The first two times were fine, but by the third time, Meng Youyou had only extended half of her hand when Huo Qingshan realized her intention and finally had no choice but to say, "Youyou, this kind of fruit is just like this, it won't taste very good."

Meng Youyou's hand froze in mid-air. Two seconds later, she simply replied with a muffled "Oh." Her indifferent tone left it unclear what she meant.

The next second, the piece of fruit in his hand still went into his mouth.

Clearly, his words had no effect in dissuading him.

Later, it remained the same. Meng Youyou continued to do things her own way—every time a new fruit was opened, he would eat the first segment, Meng Youyou would eat the second segment, and the third segment would be stuffed into Huo Qingshan's mouth without fail.

The only difference was that the exaggerated performance and disgusted complaints after she ate a new slice were omitted. There was no redundant setup, and she stopped talking while stuffing it in, silently performing the programmed action.

On the last occasion, Meng Youyou once again held the fruit slice to his lips, but Huo Qingshan kept his lips pursed, indicating his refusal. Seeing this, Meng Youyou felt a surge of inexplicable anger, but she stubbornly remained silent, holding the fruit slice up without lowering her hand.

At this point, Meng Youyou didn't even know what she was competing with anymore. Her behavior was completely chaotic, and her words and actions were incoherent.

The initial pretense of "trying to cover up the truth" was not maintained halfway through. It's hard to say whether it was cowardice or pretense, but it was a mentality that was not very respectable. Even she herself looked down on it, so she simply gave up.

But... when it came to the final moment, they stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

She couldn't win, and she couldn't afford to lose. She was caught in a dilemma between her emotions and her pride. Her surging emotions propelled her forward, recklessly and foolishly, but her pride kept creating obstacles in her path, causing her to stumble and fall several times.

Meng Youyou couldn't see what her own heart truly wanted, nor could she see the other person's heart.

Should she stand idly by? Would she be happy if the two of them became like strangers? It seemed that no matter what she did, Meng Youyou would never be truly satisfied. One version of herself was fighting with another, twisting and turning, and she watched with bated breath, but no matter which version of herself gained the upper hand, she felt no joy of impending victory.

After holding it up for a while, her arms gradually ached. The man remained silent, his unfathomable eyes seemingly fixed on her.

The stumbling little figure took several running starts, but ultimately failed to cross the high hurdle in front of it, collapsing exhausted on the spot. Meng Youyou sniffed, a chill creeping into her eyes. Her trembling hand made as if to retract, and she said in an extremely cold and indifferent tone, "If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away."

Unexpectedly, the next second, she suddenly felt a dampness on her fingertips. Something soft wrapped around her fingertips, but it was gone in an instant. The piece of fruit in Meng Youyou's hand disappeared without a trace.

“If you don’t like this kind of fruit, I’ll pick some other kinds for you next time,” Meng Youyou heard him say.

So... he didn't see through it?
How could that be? Meng Youyou found it funny.