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

Chapter 340 "Bewitching Soup"

Before five in the morning, Huo Qingshan woke up with a start, his body drenched in sweat. He was panting heavily, his mind still in a daze, unable to escape the dream he had.

In the dream, there was a girl whose face was initially obscured. She wore a light white dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, and her exposed skin was as flawless and translucent as jade. She gently hugged his waist from behind, buried her cheek in the back of his neck, and asked him in a sweet voice, "Don't you like me?"

"Brother Qingshan, why don't you dare look at me?" Her voice was so sweet it melted your bones, and in the dream, a warm, tingling sensation spread from the inside out throughout your body.

"Do I look good in this dress? Why aren't you looking at me?" The girl's tone was slightly shy. She rubbed her soft cheek against his neck and said coquettishly, "Turn around and look at me. I wore this especially for you."

Her shapely curves pressed against his back, the two of them almost intimately connected. Her two slender, soft forearms, wrapped around his waist, were as supple as boneless water plants, tightly entwining his stiff body. The tighter she held him, the more his heart clenched and tightened.

Her slender fingers traced the contours of his abdomen, her fingertips occasionally "playing the piano" along the lines of his muscles. She was having a great time. The girl breathed softly behind his ear, "I like it here. Will you give it to me?"

"It's mine now, Brother Qingshan, okay?" she asked, her voice rising at the end, with a slightly clingy tone.

The man felt his bones loosening, and a nameless fire ignited deep within him, raging and scorching him, burning his bones and skeletal frame, which was on the verge of collapse and turning to ashes at any moment.

He remained silent, perhaps as a final act of defiance, a stubborn refusal to compromise. He didn't forcefully deny it, but the girl seemed to tacitly accept some kind of permission, becoming increasingly unrestrained. "Do you like me like this?" One hand slowly climbed upwards, caressing his chest, while the other gently moved downwards, her voice both sweet and seductive: "...Or like this?"

He could no longer tolerate it and finally spoke up to stop them: "Stop making a scene!"

"Why are you being so hypocritical?" The girl didn't stop; instead, she intensified her actions, muttering in dissatisfaction, "Isn't it better to be honest?"

"Look down," she whispered in his ear. The man obediently complied, but then he suddenly saw something, his pupils dilated sharply, and he resignedly closed his eyes. At that moment, the girl behind him laughed triumphantly: "Hmm~ Did you see that?"

"Huo Qingshan." She suddenly called him by his full name, her tone low and gloomy, "Some things are fine to say to fool others, but don't fool yourself."

"What exactly do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"What do you want to do?" The girl's laughter, clear as silver bells, lingered in his ears. "You should ask yourself that, shouldn't you? What are you thinking, Brother Qingshan?"

"I'm here because you thought of me," she said innocently.

The girl gently nuzzled his neck with the tip of her nose: "Brother Qingshan." She softened her tone, her lips moving as she spoke each word with a seductive veil: "Whatever you want to do, I'm willing to agree to it." Her breathy voice as she spoke these words seemed to penetrate his very being, making them especially alluring.

The man remained silent, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"Not going to talk?" The girl's interest wasn't dampened; instead, she became even more enthusiastic. She pressed herself against him, giggling merrily, her laughter like a flower in full bloom. The vibrations of her chest traveled through their close skin to the man's tailbone, her laughter mocking his clumsy attempt to cover up his embarrassment. Just as the man was about to erupt, the girl suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked his earlobe, asking with a coquettish laugh, "How about this, do you want to?"

He could no longer bear it. The man grabbed her wrist, pulled the girl away from his body, turned around and took a few steps closer, forcefully pinning her against the wall, holding her hands above her head to prevent her from moving.

Now that their eyes met, the man could finally see her true face. Even so, the girl remained unfazed. She arrogantly raised one eyebrow at him and challenged, "Huo Qingshan, if you're so capable, then kick me out! What are you pretending for?"

The man was embarrassed by the questioning and had no words to refute what she said.

Lost in thought and confusion, the girl seized the opportunity to break free of his restraints on her wrists. The arrogance in her eyes vanished, and she smiled and clung to him again... After that, Huo Qingshan dared not recall any further.

He sat up straight on the bed, one hand supporting his forehead and rubbing his throbbing temples, trying to banish the lingering, enchanting images from his mind. Huo Qingshan still remembered the last message she sent him last night—"See you in my dreams."

They must be possessed!

At this hour, before dawn, the sky was still dark. The man had forgotten to draw the curtains before going to sleep last night. He turned his head and looked out the window. The moon hung obliquely in the sky, radiating a pure and beautiful white light, like a goddess high above the night.

The man threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The cold water washed away the heat and stickiness from his body.

...

The camp canteen was crowded at noon, but not too crowded. As soon as Meng Youyou entered, she saw the figure of a man sitting at the ten o'clock position. After getting her food, she pulled Jiang Fu's arm and was about to walk in that direction, but was pulled back by the person next to her.

Jiang Fu frowned and advised, "Have you forgotten how he treated you when he saw you from afar yesterday? He couldn't even avoid you. Why do you insist on going up to him now? Why do something so degrading?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou simply smiled enigmatically: "Have you ever heard the saying?"

"what?"

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence." Jiang Fu commented with some disapproval, "I think you're just driven by your competitive spirit, aren't you? Can't stand people not taking you seriously?"

At the long dining table, Huo Qingshan and Zhan You sat facing each other, with an empty seat beside each of them. This time, Meng Youyou skipped the formalities and went straight over, placing her plate down and sitting down to Huo Qingshan's left.

After the girl sat down, she first greeted the man diagonally opposite her who was engrossed in eating with a smile: "Company Commander Zhan, good afternoon."

Zhan You looked up at the sound and saw the girl smiling warmly at him. His eyes suddenly twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at their battalion commander—the man was expressionless and indifferent, just like always.

An invisible pressure suddenly struck, and Zhan You suddenly lost his appetite for the food in his hand. He forced a dry laugh and replied, "Good afternoon."

If he initially suspected there was something fishy going on between the two, but had no basis for it, then yesterday's incident confirmed his guess. Their battalion commander acted like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Comrade Meng, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was fleeing famine. Such a situation was really too strange.

However, compared to the initial version, there are still some differences. There is indeed something fishy going on, but it is clear that the woman is in love while the man is not. Alas, it is just the woman's wishful thinking.

Zhan You had little experience being pursued by girls, especially such young and beautiful ones. He couldn't understand his battalion commander's troubles. Could he really be so troubled?
A few seconds later, someone else came to Zhan You's right. It was Jiang Fu. The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon, as if he had seen a savior. Four people were much more comfortable than three. At least he had someone to keep him company.

Jiang Fu politely greeted the two people at the table: "Battalion Commander Huo, Company Commander Zhan, good afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Youcai belatedly realized something was amiss. It seemed that Comrade Meng had only greeted him, completely ignoring their battalion commander.

I thought Comrade Meng sat down here on purpose to get closer to me, but halfway through the meal, she only chatted with Jiang Fu and herself: "Company Commander Zhan, where are you from again?"

"The neighboring city of Li is very close to Fanzhou."

"Oh, it's a tourist city, very famous."

Jiang Fu chimed in from the side, "I heard that the candied fruit there is delicious."

“It’s good.” Zhan You immediately and generously said, “I’ll bring some back for you to try next time I go home.”

"Okay, okay!" the two girls replied cheerfully.

As the atmosphere at the dinner table gradually improved and became more harmonious, Meng Youyou spoke while casually picking up a few slices of carrot from her own plate and transferring them to the plate of the man next to her.

"Any recommendations for less-traveled but fun places to eat and visit in Fanzhou? My friend is coming here soon, but doesn't want to just go to those popular tourist spots." As she spoke, the girl picked up another carrot with her chopsticks and placed it on the plate next to her. Her movements were so natural and smooth that the man and woman opposite her wondered if there was something wrong with their eyes or their brains, but there was definitely nothing wrong with her behavior.

A sudden, profound silence fell over a corner of the cafeteria. Zhan You and Jiang Fu both fell silent, their eyes fixed on the man who had been absolutely quiet just moments before. At this moment, thanks to someone else, his presence was amplified to its peak.

Huo Qingshan glanced down at the red ingredient that had inexplicably appeared on the rice. His fingers holding the chopsticks stiffened almost imperceptibly, and the chopsticks remained suspended in mid-air for a few seconds without making any further move.

No one present knew what he was thinking. Zhan You kept a close eye on their battalion commander's expression, barely breathing, inwardly sighing that these young girls nowadays really had no manners when they chased after someone, going too far. Jiang Fu, a seasoned professional, was completely dumbfounded, her mouth full of food, she forgot to swallow. She was genuinely dumbfounded and sincerely worried for her roommate's sudden and unconventional "wild approach." If things went wrong, she might end up writing a self-criticism.

After a few seconds of silence, the man in the center of attention picked up his chopsticks again, silently picked up a carrot from the plate, ate it, and then did not react any other way.

Only Meng Youyou remained oblivious to the stunned expressions of the others, still preoccupied with the topic she had just brought up, and pressed on, "Really? Locations around the city are fine, but good food is the most important thing." Her words carried a hidden meaning, "I'm a rather picky eater."

Things were taking an increasingly bizarre turn. Zhan You forced himself to look away, pretending nothing had happened, picked up his chin from the floor and put it back on. He silently told himself he couldn't be the most agitated person at the table. When he spoke, he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, replying, "Um... I'm not a local either. I've been in the army all these years and haven't had many opportunities to go out. Besides, I'm not too picky about food. I'll ask the locals in the unit this afternoon and let you know when I find out."

As he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse under the table of Jiang Fu giving a thumbs-up to the girl opposite her. At this point, Zhan You was completely bewildered. Could someone tell him why he was increasingly unable to understand this situation?

The two men were still eating at a much faster pace than the others. After they finished their meals and left the table, Jiang Fu asked excitedly, "Did I see that right? Battalion Commander Huo ate the leftovers from your plate?"

"I underestimated you before. You're really something. My apologies for not recognizing you earlier. This progress... I'm impressed!"

"But speaking of which," Jiang Fu rarely asked for advice, "your crush was avoiding you like the plague yesterday evening, completely unmoved. Why the 180-degree turn in attitude today?"

"Could it be... that you drugged someone while I was away last night?" Jiang Fu was completely baffled.

Meng Youyou smiled without saying a word, her eyes conveying a suggestive meaning, and mouthed, "It's a secret~"

The man stopped at the door, glancing back sideways. The girl was laughing and chatting with her colleague, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, her expression haughty. Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his. The next instant, the girl tilted her head and smiled at him. The distance was a bit far, so he couldn't quite see her eyes, but Huo Qingshan inexplicably sensed a mischievous smirk in them—a sly, wicked glint.

Huo Qingshan knew her intentions, of course. She was gradually probing his bottom line and then taking advantage of his boundaries. His actions just now were, in a sense, both tacit approval and indulgence. So she was showing off her victory to him, her "defeated opponent".