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

Chapter 362 Trust
Huo Qingshan squatted down beside the sofa, silently tidying up the mess left behind by the "battlefield after the retreat," picking up the cushions that had been squeezed on the floor one by one and arranging them neatly.

He raised his hand and stroked a crease on the leather sofa, but couldn't smooth it out no matter how hard he tried. Huo Qingshan couldn't tell whether it was a crease that came with the sofa or one that the two people had created earlier.

Desire and passion are the easiest things to get out of control. They had just been recklessly provoking the bottom line of his inner morality. The moment they finally stopped, Huo Qingshan heard his body let out a heavy sigh.

After the tide of passion subsided and reason returned, Huo Qingshan felt a sense of relief and fear. He had almost given in to his desires and nearly lost his composure.

Huo Qingshan, are you still going to lie to her and make her sleep with you?

He had already plundered too much that wasn't rightfully his through improper means, and ultimately felt that one shouldn't be too selfish, shouldn't only think about what one wants. He hoped... that the moment she completely gave herself to him, the other person would be the man she loved wholeheartedly, without the slightest impurity. Otherwise, it would be too unfair to her.

He has to wait; he has to be patient.

Huo Qingshan slept on the sofa for the night and got up very early the next morning, before 5 a.m. He needed to get to the high-speed rail station before 6:30 a.m., which would take about an hour by car.

I fried a vegetable and egg pancake and placed it on the table with a note next to it: "Microwave it for one and a half minutes before eating. Don't eat it cold for convenience, or you might get diarrhea."

As he reached the entrance, he picked up his luggage bag. Just as his fingertips touched the doorknob, he heard a creaking sound of a door opening behind him. Huo Qingshan turned around and saw a girl with messy long hair standing in the bedroom doorway. She was clearly not fully awake. Before he could speak, she had already started running towards him.

Huo Qingshan loosened the nylon strap, and the duffel bag fell to the ground. He opened his arms and caught her in his embrace.

The girl's voice was muffled, still sleepy from just waking up: "You're leaving, why didn't you wake me?"

"It's still early, you should get some more sleep."

"Why didn't you come in to sleep last night? I didn't lock the door. Do you think I'm that petty?"

Huo Qingshan laughed: "No."

"Huo Qingshan, I have something to tell you when you get back from this business trip."

"what?"

“We’ll talk about it when you get back. This can’t be explained in a few words. It might take me a long time to explain, and I haven’t even figured out where to start yet. I need some time to think about how to tell you,” Meng Youyou said softly as she hugged him.

Meng Youyou initially didn't guess what the secret he was talking about was. She was too immersed in her own script, so much so that she overlooked many superficial phenomena.

On another occasion, she was taking a cybersecurity knowledge quiz assigned by her workplace. During the quiz, her phone couldn't switch screens, and her tablet was charging in the bedroom. She casually picked up his phone to look it up. As she opened the browser and was about to type, she saw that his most recent browsing history entry was: "What is a green tongue?"

The time displayed was last night. Meng Youyou's mind went blank for a moment, and her thoughts were pulled back to the afternoon of the day before—the two of them came out of the movie theater and saw a newly opened children's and nostalgic store on the roadside, which was having an opening promotion. There were quite a lot of people inside, so Meng Youyou dragged Huo Qingshan over to join in the fun.

The man followed behind her carrying a plastic basket. Meng Youyou picked and chose, occasionally throwing a few packets of snacks into the basket. When they reached the freezer, Meng Youyou turned her head and smiled at him ingratiatingly. Before her smile could reach its full beauty, she was met with his stern refusal: "No, your period is coming soon."

Meng Youyou didn't give up. She held up her index finger to show the number "1" and stared at him with a pleading, cute look.

"Not even one." The man remained unmoved, his stance firm.

Seeing that this wasn't working, Meng Youyou tried a different approach, saying, "I'll just have one bite, okay?"

Huo Qingshan fell silent. Seeing this, Meng Youyou knew that his attitude had softened. She quickly stepped forward, affectionately took his arm, and pressed her advantage, saying, "I really will only eat one bite, you believe me, right?" As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and pulled open the glass sliding door on top of the freezer, and a burst of cold air rushed out.

Having come this far, Huo Qingshan had no choice but to say helplessly, "Pick one you like, and hand it to me after you finish one bite."

Meng Youyou nodded vigorously from the side.

Only one can be bought, and the spots are limited. Meng Youyou wants to find the one she loved most when she was a child. The horizontal freezer has a large interior space and can hold quite a lot. The colorful old-fashioned popsicle wrappers have been rummaged through by previous customers and are now a mess, with no clear categorization.

Meng Youyou bent down and searched for a while, but couldn't find the popsicle she was longing for. She casually asked Huo Qingshan to check another freezer next to her: "Hey, can you help me see if there's a green tongue popsicle in that one?"

She frantically searched the freezer in front of her, turning it upside down, but still couldn't find the green tongue. Meng Youyou sighed, straightened up, and turned to ask the man standing in front of the freezer to her right, "Do you have any over there?"

Meng Youyou vaguely remembers that Huo Qingshan just shook his head at the time. She slumped her shoulders slightly in disappointment and casually took another ice cream from the freezer.

At that time, Meng Youyou naturally assumed that shaking her head meant "no," or "didn't find it." She never considered that shaking her head might have other meanings—for example, that she didn't know what a green tongue was.

Meng Youyou knew he had a strong learning ability. It was this extraordinary ability to learn and adapt that made it impossible for anyone around him to notice anything unusual about him. Even Company Commander Zhan, who was closest to him, exclaimed, "Battalion Commander, your amnesia is just too amazing. You only don't remember people or things, but you haven't lost any of your professional skills!"

Meng Youyou recalled the comments someone made about her behavior when she first arrived in that remote and unfamiliar environment: "Reckless, impulsive, and disregarding the consequences; her single-minded thinking is extremely dull."

Meng Youyou was really indignant at first. Although she knew she had made a mistake, deep down she insisted that someone else might not be better than her—just kidding, even college graduates entering the workforce rarely avoid making mistakes, let alone someone who put her in the border defense force forty years ago.

"Who wouldn't be confused in that situation? If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself!" Meng Youyou thought resentfully. As it turned out, there really was someone who could be completely clear-headed, and he certainly had the right to judge her that way. What's that saying again? Oh, the strong never complain about their circumstances.

Moreover, his natural ease in public made Meng Youyou overlook many things.

Opening the history, Meng Youyou scrolled back through the entries one by one, from recent to distant:
"...?"

How do I use the XX brand range hood?

How do I buy train tickets online?

How do I create a pivot table?

"How can I recover a document I forgot to save?"

"Word basic tutorial?"

How do I pay with my mobile phone?

Meng Youyou read the entire list from beginning to end. The first search result on the phone was: "What is a mobile phone?"

The questions he had searched for ranged from major issues like international affairs, social systems, and traffic regulations to everyday life tips, covering a wide range of topics including office software skills, home appliance usage guides, and countless silly questions.

As she scrolled through the keywords on the screen, many details she had overlooked in the past gradually reappeared before Meng Youyou's eyes.

He has been trying to disguise himself as a modern person.

From Meng Youyou's perspective, she was well aware that he was not a modern person. From beginning to end, she regarded him as Huo Qingshan himself, the Huo Qingshan who only had memories of the time before he met her.

But she never put herself in his shoes. From his perspective, he lived every day as someone else. Or rather, she already knew this, but it didn't bother her because someone had informed her on the very first day she met him in this world. She accepted it and then focused on other things.

Meng Youyou was extremely annoyed by this; how could she have overlooked such an important point?

Therefore, the secret he wanted to hide from her was probably that "he is not from this era," and Meng Youyou guessed it pretty accurately.

Meng Youyou tried to think from his perspective, just as she had never told him that she actually came from another era.

However, they are different after all. She has DouDou to guide her and impart some knowledge. Although DouDou is not very reliable, it is still much better than knowing nothing. Moreover, the future life has a natural advantage of foresight and a sense of control compared to the previous life.

Conversely, he knew nothing. He didn't know why he came here, what the future held for him, who "this self" was in other people's eyes, what a cell phone was, what a computer was... Meng Youyou couldn't even think of everything he didn't know, or what all the things he needed to figure out were.

After discovering his secret, Meng Youyou considered whether to reveal their past together, but she couldn't make up her mind.

Once she says it, it means she will no longer have any leverage to awaken his memories, and those familiar things will no longer have any impact or effect on him.

Meng Youyou was torn. She couldn't bear to part with the fate between them. In his eyes, it had begun a few months ago, and that unforgettable period of time had entered his mind gently and subtly through her words, eventually becoming a piece of text without any color.

Although as time went on, Meng Youyou's chips dwindled, leaving her with no chance of winning and her hope dwindling to almost nothing, it still took immense courage to give up. Deep down, she knew perfectly well that the condition was beyond saving, but the act of reaching out to "pull out the tube" felt incredibly heavy.

Last night, Meng Youyou went back to her room alone, lay on the bed, and started thinking about this matter again. He said to wait a little longer, but what was he waiting for? Meng Youyou couldn't figure it out. Ugh, her mind was so confused, so annoyed!

Ultimately, it all comes down to communication. How can one person possibly understand something by lying under the covers? Who can possibly figure out what's going on in another person's mind by just wild guesses?

Forget it, just tell him. In her hazy state before falling asleep, Meng Youyou made her decision.

She successfully convinced herself. The reason was simple: she knew he must be very lonely. This world must be extremely unfamiliar to him, and he must have felt out of place in society many times. He must have encountered many difficulties while secretly researching and studying, but he could only rely on himself to solve them.

Although, his greatest strength is solving everything on his own.

"Why do you need to be so good at this?" Meng Youyou pouted.

At least after she spoke, he gained a trustworthy friend, an intimate lover, and a companion in this strange and unfamiliar world. Their relationship was one where they could be completely open with each other, not just physical.

At the very least, the next time she asks him to find out about "red tongue" or "yellow tongue," he won't stand there helplessly, worried about exposing his ignorance in front of her, while secretly searching online alone at night. Instead, he can honestly ask her what a "red tongue" is, and then she can tell him.

There's always a trade-off between what you give up and what you gain. Compared to the prospect of her being the only one left to cherish the memories of the past, she seems more reluctant to see him alone for too long.

And she should have more faith in him, in herself, and in their love. Hasn't he fallen in love with you again?
Do you really have to rely on remembering the past to make him "love you very much"? Meng Youyou, what are you afraid of? Are you really that cowardly?

You have to believe that even if he can no longer remember that experience, he can still love you as much as he used to, it's just a matter of time. Meng Youyou told herself.