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

Chapter 32 Huo Qingshan is amazed
Huo Qingshan leaned against the front of the car, arms crossed, broad shoulders and long legs, his posture steady, his gaze seemingly casually drifting towards the entrance of the building.

Meng Youyou walked out of the stairwell with a bright smile and light steps.

She wore a long blue and white dress, the hem of which was embroidered with colorful peacock feather patterns, and the edges of the hem were decorated with colorful peacock feathers that swayed gently with the rhythm of her movements, as if they were alive.

The waist of her skirt was adorned with several strings of colorful sandalwood beads. As she moved, these beads collided with each other, producing a crisp and melodious sound, as sweet and melodious as a bird's song, adding to her lively charm.

She was like an elf who had stepped out of a mysterious and ancient painting, possessing an unreal beauty and ethereal charm.

Her appearance instantly illuminated the once gloomy stairwell, making it shine brightly.

Huo Qingshan's gaze was unconsciously drawn to it, and his originally calm eyes rippled with emotion. His arms, which were crossed over his chest, paused slightly, and a hint of barely perceptible amazement flashed in his eyes.

Meng Youyou walked up to Huo Qingshan with a beaming smile and began to show off her beautiful dress.

She first twirled around, lifting the hem of her skirt, then stopped, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She looked at him, leaned forward slightly, and parted her red lips: "This dress was a gift from Xiao Bei. Is it pretty?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Huo Qingshan nodded honestly, "It looks good."

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet slightly hoarse.

After receiving the approval, Meng Youyou smiled even more broadly, her lips curving into a bright and dazzling smile.

The two were very close at the moment, and they could feel each other's breath.

Huo Qingshan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself: "..."

Meng Youyou noticed this immediately and subconsciously asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Huo Qingshan's calm voice rang out: "It seems your lipstick... has gotten on your teeth."

Meng Youyou: "..."

"Thank you so much!"

You're such a good conversationalist!

……

After returning to the military, life resumed in an orderly fashion.

Huo Qingshan continued his daily routine, going back and forth between the border patrol line and the training ground.

Meng Youyou diligently attended every foreign language class and occasionally translated documents and materials assigned to her by the team.

On an ordinary day, just after lunchtime, the warm sunlight shone on the grassland of the border troops.

The soldiers emerged from the mess hall one after another, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

Meng Youyou was no exception. Today, the cafeteria had her favorite braised pork ribs. She walked out of the cafeteria with a satisfied look on her face, her steps light and brisk, humming a cheerful tune.

Suddenly, she was drawn to a lively discussion.

Several groups of people were gathered around the bulletin board outside the canteen, with soldiers excitedly discussing among themselves.

Meng Youyou's curiosity was immediately piqued. She quickly walked over, stood on tiptoe, craned her neck, and peered through the gaps between the soldiers' shoulders. Soon, she spotted a prominent notice on the bulletin board, which read "Large-scale Social Event for Public Employees in Fanzhou City".

Meng Youyou's eyes lit up instantly, her small nose twitched slightly, and the smile on her lips deepened. A brilliant idea suddenly popped into her mind.

A sly glint flashed across her face, and Meng Youyou said with a hint of smugness, "Meng Doudou, didn't you complain that I haven't been making any moves lately? Watch closely, I'm about to push the guardian mission to a milestone."

DouDou looked completely bewildered: [My surname isn't Meng either, and what do you want to do?]
Meng Youyou said mysteriously, "Just wait and see my amazing performance."

The following afternoon, Meng Youyou delivered the documents she had hastily translated to Commander Wang's office.

Commander Wang praised Meng without reservation, saying, "Comrade Meng's recent work performance has been outstanding, and his work efficiency is getting higher and higher."

Meng Youyou was a natural at flattery: "The regimental commander is the best leader."

Commander Wang feigned reproach, saying, "You're so sweet-talking."

After chatting back and forth for more than ten minutes, Meng Youyou naturally transitioned the topic to the content on the bulletin board: "Team leader, I saw a notice on the bulletin board yesterday about a large-scale social event organized by public institutions in Fanzhou City. It seems quite interesting."

Commander Wang was somewhat surprised: "What, Xiao Meng, are you interested? I can help you apply."

"No, no, no, no!" Meng Youyou quickly denied.

"I'm just curious, how many comrades have signed up so far?" "Coincidentally, I just asked Xiao Wu before you came, and he said that more than twenty comrades have signed up."

Meng Youyou asked, seemingly casually, "Did Battalion Commander Huo sign up?"

Commander Wang got angry as soon as he mentioned him, "Huo Qingshan? You mean that brat? He never participates in these kinds of activities, and he's not young anymore, but there's absolutely no sign of him finding a partner. It's driving me crazy!"

Meng Youyou deliberately feigned doubt, "No way! Last night I saw Battalion Commander Huo standing alone in front of the bulletin board looking at that notice when no one was around. He looked at it for a long time! He didn't seem completely uninterested."

Commander Wang perked up. "Xiao Meng, are you telling the truth?"

After all, lying is never a good thing, so Meng Youyou chose an ambiguous answer this time: "Ah, I'm not really sure either. It was quite dark at the time, so maybe I was just mistaken. What I remember most is that the person was very tall, and the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat. He probably just finished a night run."

Everyone in the camp knew that Huo Qing had a habit of going for a run at night after the camp was disbanded.

Commander Wang slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "So this kid is just shy. I'll have to give him a push."

And so, without Huo Qingshan's knowledge, his name appeared on the registration list for the social event.

……

Until three days later.

At the live-fire training range, the scorching sun baked the earth, and the ground steamed with heat.

Huo Qingshan, dressed in military uniform, nimbly lay prone on the ground, demonstrating prone shooting to the new recruits.

He held the gun steadily with both hands, which were as if cast in iron, without moving an inch. His elbows were precisely braced on the ground, finding the best point of leverage, and his body and the gun were one.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the target through the scope, as if he were facing a real enemy on the battlefield. He was completely focused, and every subtle movement showed his outstanding marksmanship and military skills honed over many years.

After demonstrating, Huo Qingshan stood up nimbly, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

After returning the gun to its original position, he walked steadily and powerfully to the group of new recruits.

The man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain peak, exuding an aura of authority that was forged through years of military training.

Huo Qingshan's gaze swept across the faces of every new recruit, causing them to unconsciously straighten their backs. Then, he shouted, "Begin training!"

At this command, the recruits quickly lay down, and the sound of guns hitting the ground filled the training ground.

They tried their best to imitate the posture Huo Qingshan had just demonstrated, their expressions serious, and began live-fire training.

However, two discordant voices broke into the serious atmosphere. Huo Qingshan glanced at the two people standing in the corner, chatting idly without doing anything productive.

Zhong Heng and Zhang Yong chatted enthusiastically, their faces full of gossip.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp voice rang out: "What did you say I signed up for?"

Zhang Yong looked at the person who had come, and immediately lowered his head and shut his mouth.

Zhong Heng wanted to follow suit, but it was too late. He saw his battalion commander turn his gaze to him and order in an authoritative tone that left no room for refusal: "Speak clearly, or you'll be doing a 30-kilometer cross-country run with a load today."

What a bolt from the blue!
Zhong Heng confessed honestly, but his tone was somewhat doubtful: "The list of participants for the social event was posted today, and we saw your name on it, Battalion Commander. Didn't you know?"

Huo Qingshan immediately thought of the encounter with Commander Wang a couple of days ago, when he said out of the blue, "Qingshan, I've already registered you. Comrade Xiao Meng told me everything, and I understand. I'll just tell everyone that I forced you to register."

With an expression that says, "Don't worry, I understand."

At the time, Huo Qingshan was completely confused and couldn't understand what the commander was talking about. Now... he felt a little itchy in his back molars... what was going on?

Today is the first day of the second round of competition.

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(The completion rate after the novel went VIP wasn't ideal, and the author is now questioning his life choices, wondering whether his next new novel should cater to the market by writing a typical "feel-good" story about winning every argument with an older woman, becoming rich overnight through entrepreneurship, and focusing on everyday family matters.)
But as I said before, I hope readers will continue reading slowly. The further you read, the more perspectives, events, and trends you will see that are rarely mentioned in mainstream period novels.

Furthermore, I hope that the romantic relationship between the male and female leads develops naturally, rather than falling in love abruptly in pursuit of a fast pace.
Neither Huo Qingshan nor Meng Youyou are the kind of people who are easily attracted by the beauty and figure of the opposite sex. At the same time, they are people who value thought, personality, soul, and even faith.

They are two people with strong sense of agency and individuality.

Sex is an essential part of human love, but I think true love is unlikely to start with sexual attraction. Of course, I will write about physical contact and sex later.

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