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

Chapter 339 Trap
"You haven't left yet?" Meng Youyou came out of the bathroom after washing her hair and found Jiang Fu still in the room packing her things.

"Why does that sound so unsettling? Are you hoping I'll leave?" Jiang Fu teased. "If I leave, won't you be scared to sleep alone?"

"No way!" Meng Youyou sat at her desk, plugged in the hairdryer, and the booming sound almost drowned out her voice. "I was just worried that if you didn't get up soon, you'd miss dinner."

Jiang Fu is a local from Fanzhou. She usually lives in the military dormitory from Monday to Friday, which is convenient for commuting to work. On weekends, if she doesn't need to work overtime, she usually goes back to her home in the city. Today is her grandmother's 70th birthday, and they have a few tables set up at a hotel. She applied to her unit a few days in advance for permission to go out at night.

Meng Youyou ran her hand through her wet hair as she muttered, "This place is really remote and desolate. It's hard to get a taxi, especially at night. Last time I called a ride-hailing service on my phone, I waited for ages, and then the driver canceled it for me."

Jiang Fu zipped up her backpack with a zipper. "I drove here last time, so I had enough time."

"Huh?" Meng Youyou turned her head. "Where did you park your car?"

"A parking space opened up in the residential area next door, and I've been waiting for it for half a year. It's finally my turn. I've wanted to drive to and from work for ages; it'll be so much more convenient. Before, for over a year, every time I went to the city, I either had to hitch a ride on the team's shuttle bus or wait for the special line, which was such a hassle." Jiang Fu said, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and waving, "Let's go!"

Jiang Fu took two steps, then suddenly stopped, belatedly sensing something was amiss. She turned around and stared strangely at the slender back of the girl sitting at the table: "I've never seen this nightgown of yours before."

"Something's not right, Meng Youyou." Jiang Fu clicked her tongue in amazement: "Why are you dressed so nicely for bed at night?"

"It's just a regular nightgown." Meng Youyou turned her face, blinked innocently, and protested, "Isn't this style simple enough?"

Jiang Fu pinched her chin, half-closed her eyes, and scrutinized her from head to toe. The simplest and most elegant dress looked even more pure and beautiful on her, like a fairy. Finally, she concluded: "Killing without leaving a trace."

...

"Gurgle, gurgle," his stomach rumbled continuously. Huo Qingshan hadn't eaten dinner. A few hours earlier, in order to avoid her, he had hurriedly turned around and headed to the office building, planning ahead for the workload of the next two days. But, objectively speaking, his efficiency wasn't very high.

Huo Qingshan looked up from the documents and glanced at the clock on the wall; it was getting late.

The man took out his phone, which had been locked in the drawer. It had been quiet for the past few hours because he had put it on Do Not Disturb mode. As soon as he turned on the screen, two WeChat messages were clearly displayed on the lock screen. Huo Qingshan felt a headache coming on. After a moment's hesitation, he finally opened them anyway.

To his slight surprise, this time it wasn't a text message, but a voice message that was about ten seconds long, accompanied by a cute, round, teary-eyed emoji. Upon seeing this, the man had a bad feeling.

He subconsciously looked around and found himself alone in the office. He lightly tapped the voice message bar with his fingertips. This seemingly insignificant action gave him the feeling of defusing a time bomb, about to cut the fuse at a critical moment. The unknown made his palms sweat and made him feel like he was on edge.

The difference was that his fingers didn't tremble slightly when he cut the bomb's fuse. The moment his fingertip touched the tempered glass screen protector, the girl's sweet, pleading voice rang out: "[Brother Qingshan, my stomach hurts so much, I don't even have the strength to get out of bed. My roommate went home tonight, could you go to the supermarket to buy me something?]"
The sweet, coquettish voice echoed in the empty room, making Huo Qingshan feel the hairs behind his ears stand on end and shiver.

Huo Qingshan couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that the fuse was cut?
He didn't dare listen to it again, so he transcribed the audio into text to make sure he could see the key points. His gaze slowly moved down to the bottom of her eyes, where a crystal-clear teardrop adorned each side, swaying gently. The eyes were bright and captivating, and the emoji he had chosen was very apt, capturing her essence quite like her.

The man sighed inwardly, then lowered his head and typed: [What's wrong? Are you sick? Should we go to the infirmary?]
The message on the other end was unusually slow to arrive, leaving one's entire mind on edge, suspended in mid-air. Huo Qingshan waited a full three minutes, getting off the elevator and walking out of the office building before finally receiving a reply.

Meng Youyou: [I'm on my period, my stomach hurts, I'm so pitiful.] This was followed by an emoji of a little girl with pigtails sitting on the ground crying loudly, with two tears flowing like a fountain.

The man, his eyes glued to the screen, subtly slowed his hurried steps and asked, "[What do you need to buy? Painkillers?]"
Meng Youyou: [No need, no need. Taking painkillers all the time isn't good for your health. Could you go to the supermarket and buy me this? I've run out of the ones in my dorm.]
The next second, she sent over a picture, a product image—a light blue square outer packaging. Huo Qingshan clicked on it, and the first thing that caught his eye was either the word "night use" or "sanitary napkins."
The man's head started throbbing again, and it seemed to be getting worse. She was a master at playing the victim; he'd fallen for it before, and he should have learned his lesson.

Meng Youyou lay face down on the bed, her chin resting on a pillow, staring at the WeChat profile picture that had been silent for several minutes: [Why have you disappeared again and stopped replying?]
Meng Youyou: [You stood by and watched someone die; how heartless of you!]
Meng Youyou: [I'm all alone in the dorm, feeling terribly miserable. How could you be so heartless?]
Just as I was angrily typing away, a photo suddenly loaded at the bottom left of the chat window, warming my heart.

The photo was taken directly at a supermarket shelf, and the caption was concise: "[It seems they don't have the kind you're looking for. Would this one work?]"
Huo Qingshan stood in front of a row of pink and blue shelves, holding his phone horizontally, taking another picture of the second shelf with the camera, and quickly sending it over. Even knowing this was likely a trap she had set, a repeat of her old tricks, he still couldn't resist jumping in.

Meng Youyou marked the one she had chosen and sent it back, exclaiming in surprise: "[Wow, why are you so nice to me?]"
Huo Qingshan compared the picture to the package, reached out and took a bag from the shelf. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and took another bag.

At this time, the supermarket in the service center was nearing closing time. The middle-aged female cashier had already taken off her uniform and name tag, with her chain bag slung across her body, looking ready to turn off the lights, lock the door, and go home as soon as it was time to leave.

Huo Qingshan walked briskly to the checkout counter with the goods in his hands, and placed the items gently on the counter without changing his expression. The female cashier glanced at his face, then at the items on the counter, and then glanced at him again.

Having been in this world for over three months, I can continuously learn and absorb technology and knowledge. At the same time, my thinking must also keep pace with the times. However, the latter often requires more time to adapt and evolve, and cannot be achieved overnight.

If you were buying hygiene products at a supermarket outside, there would be nothing to be surprised about. However, the location at this moment is somewhat sensitive, as male soldiers in the camp rarely come to buy these kinds of products.

The middle-aged female cashier glanced at him several times, intentionally or unintentionally, making the man's ears turn slightly red. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched and unclenched unconsciously, repeating this several times. However, he tried to keep his gaze straight. Perhaps she didn't mean anything by it, but Huo Qingshan had set up an invisible barrier in his mind, largely a product of the mainstream ideology of his era, which he was trying to overcome.

As the man walked out of the supermarket carrying the plastic bags, he pulled out his phone again: [I've bought it, how do I get it to you?]
...

The night was dark and the dew was heavy. The streetlights on both sides of the main road were on, but they did not illuminate the room where Meng Youyou lived. The window faced the corner of the courtyard, and a few meters away was a wall more than two meters high, with a barbed wire fence wrapped around the top.

The quiet room was suddenly filled with the sound of knocking on the glass, two light taps. At the same time, a new message popped up on my phone: [I'm outside the window.]
Meng Youyou almost leaped out of bed, but she managed to restrain herself. She put two drops of eye drops into her eyes in the dark, ruffled her long, flowing hair, and got out of bed with unsteady steps, her frail body curled up.

The girl walked unsteadily to the window. Her thin frame was dressed in a plain white dress, making her look fragile. She pouted and stared out the window with her big, watery eyes, which were fixed on the man's dark eyes hidden in the night. Her eyes were moist, as if they were about to fall, making her look incredibly pitiful.

She gently pushed open the glass window, but the man stepped forward and pushed it back halfway, saying softly, "It's windy, don't catch a cold." The two spoke through the window frame. There seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, but in the dim light of the night, Meng Youyou wasn't quite sure.

Huo Qingshan looked at her; her small, pale face was almost too pale, and her eyelashes were wet. The man's heart softened instantly, and he asked, "Are you feeling very unwell? Are you sure you don't need to go to the infirmary?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou pouted even more, her eyes drooping, looking as if she had been bullied and wronged. She seized the opportunity to interrogate her, saying, "What's more upsetting is that some people don't like me and run away when they see me. Just thinking about this makes me incredibly sad."

The man stopped talking, handed over the plastic bag, and said, "If you're not feeling well, go back to bed and rest as soon as possible. Don't stand for too long."

Meng Youyou lowered her head, stubbornly refusing to reach out and take it. She sniffed and asked in a soft, aggrieved voice, "What if you ignore me again after we go back this time?"

"No." This time the answer was quick and decisive. The person outside seemed to sigh softly, their voice becoming even gentler: "Get some rest."

Having received a fairly satisfactory reply, she finally looked up at him, her eyes full of hope, and added in a deep voice, "Then... you have to reply to my messages promptly from now on, you can't pretend you didn't see them, and if we bump into each other on the street, you can't avoid me."

"Okay." He agreed, reached through the window, took her right hand that was hanging by her side, gently placed the bag in her hand, and urged, "Hurry up and go back, don't stay up late."

As soon as the curtains were drawn, Meng Youyou immediately turned her back, almost letting out a mischievous laugh, her shoulders trembling. She walked back to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, and discovered that the bag contained not only sanitary products, but also hand warmers and a bag of brown sugar.

Meng Youyou flopped onto the bed, grabbed her phone from beside the pillow, and continued texting: [My stomach still hurts so much, I feel so awful, I need some emotional support~]
The officers' apartment building was less than 100 meters from the civilian staff's apartment building, just a few steps away. The man typed as he climbed the stairs, remembering the promise he had just made: [What comfort?]
Meng Youyou: [Brother, want to see my abs?]
The accompanying picture shows a lovesick little girl with eyes full of hearts and drool dripping from her mouth.

Huo Qingshan: [...]
It took him a whole day to realize what she meant by "so stingy".
Meng Youyou, undeterred, offered a scientific explanation: "[The book says that mental pleasure can distract from physical pain.]"
Huo Qingshan said seriously, "Stop playing on your phone and go to bed early."
Meng Youyou: [Tch, what a cheapskate!]
Half a minute passed.

Meng Youyou: [Goodnight, see you in my dreams~]
Huo Qingshan's right hand, which was about to insert the key, suddenly froze. After a couple of seconds of silence, he simply replied: [Goodnight.]
This chapter feels a bit off; it's not the feeling I initially envisioned. I'll post it first and revise it tomorrow.