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

Chapter 338 Not Believing in Evil

Back at their lodgings that evening, as the man took a shower, water lathered with shower gel foam and flowed over a patch of skin on his waist and abdomen. Only then did Huo Qingshan notice that she had pinched him there, leaving three short, curved fingernail marks that had torn open the flesh. The skin had almost completely dried, but now, with the hot water running down his face, beads of blood were oozing out again, causing a slight stinging pain.

He was so cruel!

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he heard his phone on the desk beeping with message notifications. He didn't have many contacts in his phone, and besides her, there was basically no one else who would send him messages from time to time after get off work.

The man approached the table, picked up his phone and glanced at it; he was right.

Meng Youyou: "Um... I didn't scratch your skin, did I? I was removing my makeup when I got back to the dorm and I found dried blood under my fingernails. It gave me a real fright."

Meng Youyou: "Why don't you put some medicine on yourself?"

Huo Qingshan typed briefly: "Nothing."

Meng Youyou replied quickly: "No, no, even a small injury is still an injury and needs to be treated. Sit down now and apply some medicine, but be careful not to get it wet, it's easy to get an infection. Take a picture and send it to me when you're done, I need to check it. Don't just leave it like that, it will make people feel bad!"

Look at this! Anyone who didn't know better would think someone caused this wound.

Huo Qingshan stared at the several concerned messages on the screen, feeling both amused and exasperated. If he remembered correctly, she had made the move an hour ago.

The man put down his phone, bent down and opened the drawers on both sides of the wooden table. He searched through all the drawers on the right side but couldn't find the medicine box, so he went to look on the other side.

Since he moved in, Huo Qingshan rarely opened the drawers in this room unless absolutely necessary, otherwise he would feel an inexplicable sense of offense. For example, with furniture like the wardrobe, which was a unique and indispensable piece of furniture, he would neatly store the other person's clothes in the innermost part of the wardrobe, only using the upper half of the space; as for the storage space in the bedside table and the desk, he only freed up one drawer each, just enough to make sure it was sufficient, since he didn't have much stuff anyway, and he hadn't touched anything else.

There was probably no complete medical kit in the room. He only found an unopened bottle of medical iodine and a bag of cotton swabs in one of the drawers on the left.

The man took out the iodine, checked the production date on the bottle, and thankfully it still had about six months to expire. He casually rubbed it on himself a couple of times, then sat down in a chair and picked up his phone to report the progress: "Done."

Meng Youyou: "I don't believe it! I have photographic evidence! Quickly take a picture and send it to me!"

Huo Qingshan hesitated for two seconds, then unconsciously let out a breath. He rolled up the hem of his T-shirt again, brought his phone close to the camera, and took a close-up picture of the three fingernail marks on the tear area. After taking the picture, the man glanced at it and clicked send.

After receiving the photos, Meng Youyou clicked on them at lightning speed, only to have her expectations plummet – good heavens! The entire picture only showed three small cuts, surrounded by some brown liquid, half-dry, probably from recently applied medicine. Nothing else was captured. If you showed it to someone and said it was just three cuts on their arm, they'd probably believe you.

The girl couldn't help but complain, "How stingy!"

Huo Qingshan didn't understand what he meant. The man thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Applying more iodine solution doesn't necessarily mean better results."

Meng Youyou couldn't help but roll her eyes at this message.

Just then, a video call popped up on her phone; it was Meng Youyou's mother. Meng Youyou was startled for a moment, then answered the video. Her mother nagged, saying she had sent her some food that would arrive tomorrow, and reminded her to pick it up. She also said Meng Youyou looked thinner and wondered if she hadn't been eating properly. Meng Youyou argued that she hadn't lost weight and that it was just the video quality being off.

The phone call lasted for almost an hour before it ended. If Meng Youyou hadn't said she had an important public lecture the next morning and needed to rest early to be well-rested, her mother might have kept her talking for much longer. Therefore, she didn't have time to chat with Huo Qingshan anymore.

After waiting a while, and seeing no new messages arrive, Huo Qingshan put down his phone, screwed the iodine cap back on, and placed it back in its original position. Just as he was about to close the drawer, his gaze fell on a stack of letters lying quietly in the corner of the drawer. The words on the top envelope instantly caught his eye:
Mailing Address: School of Foreign Languages, XX University, Beijing

Sender: Meng.

It was a stroke of black ink, written on a pale pink envelope with cherry blossom patterns.

As if driven by something, he reached out and took out the letter, holding it between his fingertips and examining it for a long time. The handwriting on the envelope was not particularly beautiful, showing little skill in calligraphy, but it was not bad either, its merit being its neat and upright style.

At first glance, the few Chinese characters following the recipient's name are particularly exquisite, with heavy strokes, slightly wide spacing, and steady, clean finishing strokes. Each horizontal, vertical, left-falling, right-falling, and hook stroke is distinct and deliberate, showing that the writer put extra thought into these characters—"Battalion Commander Huo Qingshan".

The man stared silently at the envelope in his hand. He could vaguely feel the thickness of at least three sheets of paper inside, just by the touch of his fingertips. It must be a long letter.

The sender's information matched her perfectly: XX University in Beijing, the School of Foreign Languages, and surnamed Meng. What a coincidence!
In the stillness of the night, a time perfect for deep sleep, Huo Qingshan lay in bed, once again suffering from insomnia.

He ultimately didn't dare to open the letter and put it back unopened. He couldn't bring himself to do something so underhanded; it was too much of a breach of principle.

But a persistent thought lingered in his mind. He was acutely aware that he actually wanted to open the letter and see what it contained. It was a despicable thought, and Huo Qingshan felt contempt for it. How could such a dark and vile idea even arise? He felt utterly worthless. So many things had happened in one ordinary night, leaving him distraught and unable to sleep. His mind kept replaying the dimly lit classroom, the lewd things the girl had whispered in his ear, and the inexplicable itch on his waist where she had touched him; then the possibility of a relationship between her and "him" kept surfacing, various assumptions arising endlessly, an uncontrollable stream of wild thoughts—this was so unlike him.

She knew that person before, and before tonight, Huo Qingshan had never stopped having this suspicion. It involved why she had such unusual feelings for him from the very beginning, and why she approached him intentionally or unintentionally.
Huo Qingshan wasn't oblivious to what she wanted; her intentions were blatantly obvious. He just didn't understand why she wanted it. Unfortunately, she was unwilling to say, which made the situation even more confusing.

At first, Huo Qingshan only had a relatively simple desire to explore. However, as time went by and she slowly and deliberately got closer to him, his mentality gradually became complicated and hard to describe. Huo Qingshan slowly couldn't see his own heart anymore - he didn't know what he really wanted.
Despite his decision to maintain a safe distance from her, he couldn't help but get closer, a behavior contrary to his usual principles. Over the years, his upbringing had shaped his calm and self-disciplined nature, while his profession had honed his instinct for composure and prudence. Huo Qingshan was used to thinking things through first, then urging himself to strictly adhere to his established ideas and plans, remaining steadfast in his direction and not allowing even the slightest deviation, let alone going against the grain.

After he had already gone astray, he tried to let things go and ignore the troubles he had imagined out of thin air. But the traces of the past happened to appear in front of him again, giving him the opportunity to glimpse a clue, but in such an unseemly way.

...

The camp's express delivery station is located in the living support area, near the laundry room, and about a five-minute walk from the civilian staff apartment building. It was nearly six o'clock in the evening, the time when people were just finishing their shifts and training, and while the area was bustling with people, there weren't many people picking up their packages.

Meng Youyou stood at the entrance of the post station and called Jiang Fu, pleading for help: "My mom sent me a bunch of stuff again, a huge suitcase, and I can't carry it by myself. Can you come and help me?"

"Wait, I'm in the bathroom, it'll be a while."

After standing at the door for five or six minutes, Meng Youyou spotted two tall figures walking towards the cement road leading to the cafeteria. From several meters away, they appeared as two thin, elongated figures, difficult to make out clearly. They looked familiar, so Meng Youyou squinted and looked closer. Recognizing them, she quickly picked up her phone and urgently sent a WeChat message to Jiang Fu: "Girl, no need to come."

Meng Youyou, who withdrew her request for support, immediately and decisively picked up the large box on the ground and walked unsteadily toward the path ahead. The box was indeed heavy, and it was no exaggeration that she struggled to carry it with her thin arms.

The cardboard box was huge, and holding it in her arms inevitably blocked her view. Meng Youyou glanced sideways at the road beneath her feet, and every now and then she couldn't help but stretch her neck and peek out a pair of mischievous eyes from behind the box to scout out the enemy's situation.

Unfortunately, the two men coming from the right front had already reached the fork in the road and were only about ten meters away from her. Meng Youyou looked up and glanced over, only to be met with the men's mysterious gaze that they had cast at her from somewhere.

For a split second, Meng Youyou's brain contorted, and she abruptly pulled her neck back. But the very next second after the action, she inwardly cried out in alarm. Her reaction was just too suspicious. She'd made eye contact with someone, so why the panic? This furtive behavior only made her seem guilty, making it hard not to overthink things.

Meng Youyou bit her lip and scolded herself for being foolish, always failing at crucial moments, and saying that her brain circuits were not sharp enough and needed improvement.

She had originally planned to use some clever tricks, but everything she did was seen through by the other person. Meng Youyou was immediately discouraged, and the heavy box in her hands made her arms ache and she could hardly bear it anymore. She wanted to give up.

Just as she was about to throw the box on the ground to catch her breath, a pair of military boots suddenly appeared in front of her and stopped. The weight of the box in her arms was immediately reduced by more than half, and she could clearly feel that the person opposite her had exerted force.

"What?" Meng Youyou's face lit up with joy, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up. "Knowing full well that it's my trick, you still willingly walk into the lion's den?" She loosened her grip, making it easier for her to stretch her neck around the box and look up. Her eyes met a man's honest smile.

"Zhan..." Meng Youyou's lips twitched, and she forced a couple of dry laughs to ease the awkwardness: "Company Commander Zhan, is that you?"

“Comrade Meng, you can’t carry all of this by yourself, let me help you.” Zhan You said, taking the boxes from the other person.

"Your battalion commander sent you." Since that's the case, there's no need to pretend anymore. Meng Youyou scoffed in dissatisfaction, "Why didn't he come himself?"

“Commander Huo…” Zhan You glanced back at the man’s receding figure on the side road, then explained, “He has something to do and needs to go back to the office building.”

Zhan You greeted the gatekeeper of the civilian staff dormitory building, saying he was going in to drop something off and would be right back, thus gaining passage smoothly. Meng Youyou lived on the first floor, so not having to climb the stairs was quite convenient. Zhan You gently placed the box at the doorway, straightened up, and said, "Comrade Meng, I'll be going now."

"Okay, thank you, Company Commander Zhan." Meng Youyou sincerely thanked him, "I'll treat you to a drink next time."

"No need, no need, it's nothing." Zhan You waved his hand.

As soon as the man left, the dormitory door swung open. Jiang Fu had clearly been waiting behind the door for a while. She glanced at the large cardboard box on the ground outside the door, then looked at the girl and teased her with a smile: "Oh, so you've changed your crush, Meng? Now you've taken a fancy to Company Commander Zhan?"

Jiang Fu was already close to the inn when Meng Youyou texted her to stop coming. She texted to ask what was wrong, why she didn't need to come anymore, but received no reply. So Jiang Fu continued walking as usual, and then had the good fortune to witness a "good show".

When Battalion Commander Huo saw Meng, he would rather take a detour than give her a wide berth. It was quite amusing.

Seeing the girl's unhappy expression, Jiang Fu stopped joking and seriously advised her: "If you ask me, you can't force a relationship. Since he's not interested in you, given your circumstances, there's no need for you to keep trying to win him over. Just let it go."

Meng Youyou kicked the box, gritting her teeth: "I refuse to believe this!"

Jiang Fu frowned and looked the person in front of her up and down, then asked, "What kind of bad idea are you up to now?"