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

Chapter 360 "Only I Can"

The two of them were very busy for a while, so their schedules didn't match up. For example, Huo Qingshan didn't get any rest last weekend, and Meng Youyou only took one day off.

In short, all my time and energy were devoted to work, and I had no time to think about anything else. No, no, to be more precise, even if I had other thoughts, I had to suppress them. Who isn't a diligent and ambitious young person?

On Sunday evening, Huo Qingshan finished his shift and drove back to his apartment complex in the city center. Meng Youyou was sitting on the carpet when she heard a noise coming from the entrance hall. She jumped up and ran over to see what was going on. When she saw him, her face lit up with joy.

He has to work during the day today, and he has to get up early tomorrow to catch the high-speed train. The high-speed train station and the city center are in opposite directions, so it's closer to get there from the camp. Meng Youyou was worried that he would have to go through all that trouble, so she told him to go back to the dormitory and rest well after work and not to come over.

I didn't expect him to come anyway.

Meng Youyou excitedly jumped onto the man and clung to him, only to be caught by him. "It's so late, why did you come here?" he said, as if no one could see the joy on her face. Wasn't that exactly what she was after?

"I got a flat tire halfway there, so I pulled over to change it, which took a little longer. I could have gotten here a bit earlier," he explained. The man's arms were loosely wrapped around the person on top of him, as if afraid she might slip and fall, but he carefully controlled himself so as not to hit her. His sleeves were visibly dirty.

Huo Qingshan then said, "You've taken a shower, but my clothes are dirty. Do you want to come down? I'll go take a shower first."

Meng Youyou was overjoyed at the unexpected "alone time for two" tonight, as if a pie had fallen from the sky. She was so surprised that she happily played the role of the most considerate girlfriend. She eagerly found him a change of clothes and adjusted the temperature of his bath water. She was practically ready to help him take off his clothes.

While the man was taking a shower in the bathroom, his phone rang. Meng Youyou followed the sound and took the phone out of his coat pocket. The screen displayed "Teacher Zhang xx".

It must be a colleague he had worked with during his business trip. Considering it was work-related, Meng Youyou quickly walked to the bathroom door with her constantly ringing phone and called out, "Your phone is ringing, Zhang xx." She gave the name saved in the contact's contacts.

The phone stopped ringing a second after she finished speaking; it had probably been ringing for too long without being answered, so the other end hung up. Seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly added, "He just hung up."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and a slightly muffled male voice came from the inner room: "Okay, I'll be right out."

With an "Oh," Meng Youyou returned to the living room with her phone. Inadvertently, she glanced down and her gaze fell on the phone screen again. This time, it wasn't the caller ID screen from before, but the man's phone wallpaper—a photo of a girl sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. To emphasize, it was a close-up of a girl's face as she slept with disheveled hair.

Meng Youyou glanced at the photo a few more times, not knowing when it was taken, feeling both disgusted and amused. She turned around and took a few steps back to the bathroom door, asking directly, "What's your phone password?" After they started dating, they didn't usually look at each other's phones; Meng Youyou didn't have that habit.

There was no sound of water inside now; they were probably getting dressed. Without thinking, the man rattled off a string of numbers.

Meng Youyou lowered her head and typed, only realizing halfway through that this was the day they officially became a couple. A strange feeling washed over her—why would he... set such a password? Did he copy hers?

The moment the thought popped into her head, Meng Youyou shook her head again. That was impossible. If he really remembered, he wouldn't have used the date they spent together in this life, and he wouldn't have asked her recently if the combination lock on the front door was set with a meaningful date.

It's probably just a coincidence.

After Meng Youyou unlocked his phone, she opened his photo album. Good heavens, he had secretly taken quite a few unflattering photos of her! Apart from a few landscape photos, over 90% of his phone contained pictures of her—some downloaded from her WeChat Moments; some were selfies she sent him during WeChat chats, asking him to choose the best ones, or shared in real-time status updates, which he had secretly saved; but the vast majority were taken secretly. After quickly flipping through them, she couldn't find a single photo that met her standards; they were all strangely ugly, how infuriating!

Meng Youyou then opened her phone's photo album, carefully selected a few photos that she was quite satisfied with, transferred them to his phone, and changed them to her wallpaper.

Satisfied with completing this step, Meng Youyou reopened his phone's photo album, determined to do a thorough cleaning and delete those particularly unsightly "dirt" photos. However, each time her fingertip was about to touch the delete button, she suddenly stopped. These photos were taken from vastly different angles—some in the morning, some in the afternoon, some at night, and some of her sleeping face early in the morning, with sleep still in the corners of her eyes. How could that scoundrel of a man take such photos?
There's a picture of her sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, clipping her toenails—ugh, how ungraceful! There's another of her sitting on the carpet, probably watching a comedy show, laughing hysterically while clutching her tablet—who is this? She looks like a complete idiot! There's another of her, unusually enthusiastic, entering the kitchen, knife in hand, intently scrutinizing a piece of raw beef on the cutting board—tsk tsk, her features are distorted in the photo; her photography skills are terrible! There's also a picture of her occasionally working from home, her back to the camera as she handles urgent tasks…

Looking at these photos, Meng Youyou couldn't help but wonder what expression he had on his face at the moment he pressed the freeze button. Was there a hint of suppressed laughter on his lips? A touch of helplessness in his eyes? Or something else? Meng Youyou was filled with curiosity and tried to imagine it.

As a result, after looking through them all, for reasons she couldn't explain, even though by her aesthetic standards there were countless unattractive photos, she couldn't bear to delete a single one.

Meng Youyou placed the man's phone on the coffee table in the living room, then lay down on the sofa and absentmindedly browsed a shopping app.

A short while later, Huo Qingshan grabbed a white towel in one hand, ran his fingers through his wet stubble, strode to the coffee table, bent down to pick up his phone, and turned on the screen. Meng Youyou, distracted by her phone, secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

However, the man's face remained expressionless. He tapped the screen with his fingertips and made a call smoothly a few seconds later. Then he went straight to the balcony to make the call.

Meng Youyou found it uninteresting, looked away, and continued picking out thick clothes.

About seven or eight minutes later, the man returned after finishing his call and sat down at the far end of the sofa. Well, actually, that was the only spot he could fit on—Meng Youyou's two long legs were spread out on the sofa, taking up four-fifths of the space.

After sitting down for a short while, Huo Qingshan suddenly asked her, "Why did you change my wallpaper?"

Meng Youyou glanced up at her phone screen, then looked down again, and said succinctly, "The original one wasn't good."

“I think it looks great,” he said gently, offering his objection.

"Isn't this one better?"

“It looks good too.” Huo Qingshan thought for a moment and said, “It’s a different kind of good-looking.”

"How so?" Meng Youyou became interested and immediately changed from lying down to sitting up.

"Hmm..." The man pondered for a few seconds, then said, "The photo you chose was taken by someone else, it's from someone else's perspective. The photographer's skills are excellent, so the photo is naturally very beautiful."

But the original photo was one I took of you. I might not have taken it as well as he did, but every time I see that photo, I can recall the entire scene and all the details, making it feel more real. For me, it's more than just a pretty, static photograph.

"And," Huo Qingshan paused, then held up his phone to her, waving it lightly in his hand. The screen prominently displayed a picture of her sleeping face: "This is a picture of you that only I can see." The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in his expression.

It's like he's showing off. Yes, he's showing off—look, only I can see you like this, can remember you in this moment, the previous moment, and the next moment. They can't, not even you yourself.

"Hmm~" Meng Youyou felt that this man was simply amazing now. He was incredibly good with words. If this continued, she would be completely under his thumb.

However, she had to admit that after hearing what he said, Meng Youyou's stance wavered a bit, and she began to feel that whether a photo looked good or not was not the most important thing. She finally insisted, "Then at least change to a photo where my dark circles aren't so heavy. Besides, the original photo made my face look like a pancake. I'm not that fat."

She climbed over from the sofa, snatched his phone, and the two huddled together discussing which one to exchange. During this time, a message popped up at the top of his phone; it was that same teacher, Zhang XX: [Commander Huo, the materials have been sent to your email. Please check.]
Then another message popped up: [The teaching building where your previous classroom was located experienced a large-scale electrical fault today, so the classroom location for the next two days has been temporarily adjusted. I have also sent the new class schedule to your email.]
Seeing this, Meng Youyou handed the phone back to him, saying, "You should focus on your work first. Put this aside for now and we can discuss it another day."