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

Chapter 365 "Yo-yo!"

They bought return train tickets for 2:30 pm, with an estimated journey time of two hours and five minutes.

"Attention passengers, the next stop is Panzhou Station. Please gather your belongings and prepare to disembark. This train will stop at Panzhou Station for five minutes."

The gentle, clear female voice over the loudspeaker pierced through the slight noise in the train carriage, becoming the most guiding sound at that moment. The previously relatively quiet carriage seemed to have been activated, instantly coming to life.

Many passengers put away their tray tables, and those who had been sitting for a long time stood up to stretch their backs, legs, shoulders, and necks. Passengers near the luggage racks had the advantage of being close by, so they looked up and reached out to search for and retrieve their luggage. Various noises gradually filled the carriage.

The corridor became lively, gradually filling up with passengers who got up one after another. People gathered in twos and threes along the corridor towards the front and rear doors of the train.

Huo Qingshan and Meng Youyou also stood up with the crowd. Huo Qingshan first slung his nylon backpack over one shoulder, and then casually took his girlfriend's bag in his hand. Even though he was carrying a heavy load, he still made sure to use one hand to naturally hold hers.

Meng Youyou turned slightly to the side and followed Huo Qingshan slowly into the corridor, blending into the queue. The two were surrounded by passengers in front and behind them, holding hands without letting go, their eyes occasionally meeting.

In front of them in line was a middle-aged couple. The woman was wearing a fuchsia sweater and was holding a little boy who looked to be three or four years old. The child had his eyes closed, his face was very fair, his head was resting on the woman's shoulder, his long eyelashes were drooping, and he was breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.

A middle-aged man stood next to the woman, wearing a gray faux leather jacket, with one hand resting lightly on her elbow, the gesture appearing both intimate and distant.

As the train slowed down, the platform ahead came into view. The corridor became increasingly crowded, and the distance between people was constantly shortened. The air was filled with the smells of instant noodles, perfume, and the dust from clothes, making it stuffy and hot.

Just then, a loud thud came from the crowd ahead as a box landed heavily. Immediately afterward, a force surged backward through the crowd like a tidal wave, spreading layer by layer, instantly turning the already crowded corridor into chaos, with passengers losing their balance and swaying unsteadily.

The middle-aged woman in front of Meng Youyou was suddenly bumped by someone backing away, causing her to lose her balance and fall towards the seat behind her. She instinctively let go of the child she was holding and used her hands to brace herself against the seat back to regain her balance. The little boy in her arms slipped out of her grasp and fell straight into the seat, hitting the back of his head on the plastic armrest.

At the same time, Meng Youyou, who was almost knocked over, was pulled into the arms of the man next to her and protected, luckily avoiding a "falling over".

"Are you alright?" Huo Qingshan asked with concern.

Meng Youyou shook her head blankly, "It's nothing." As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on the little boy.

At this moment, the little boy had been picked up by the middle-aged man who was presumably his father. His mother, meanwhile, was intently examining her right hand joint, presumably twisted from the sudden bracing.

If Meng Youyou wasn't mistaken, the man glanced at his wife out of the corner of his eye as he picked up the child from the seat.

As for the source of the trouble ahead, things had calmed down relatively. A thin, student-style girl was repeatedly bowing and apologizing to the passengers around her: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I broke the handle of my suitcase."

A chorus of complaints immediately erupted from the crowd: "Be careful! How can you be so careless when taking your luggage from the shelf? What if it falls and hits someone?"

"It gave me quite a fright; my blood pressure spiked immediately!"

"...The young man is so clumsy!" It seems that the negative impact on everyone was really quite significant, with many complaints and even some profanities mixed in. No one stood up to be a good person and say it was okay.

As the cursing continued, the high-speed train arrived at the station, the doors opened automatically, and passengers disembarked one by one.

The remaining queue, still stuck in the carriage, moved forward little by little. As Meng Youyou passed the third row of seats, she noticed that the girl with the student-style haircut was still sitting obediently in her seat. She glanced down at the large suitcase next to the girl's feet; three of its four wheels were broken.

Meng Youyou nudged the man beside her with her elbow and gestured with her chin to the right. Huo Qingshan looked in the direction she indicated and immediately understood.

"I'll help her get out of the car. You wait for me at the car door, don't go too far," Huo Qingshan whispered, bending his neck.

Meng Youyou nodded and took her bag from his hand. Then, the man stepped aside and slipped into an empty seat on the left side of the third row, waiting for the crowd to disperse.

Meng Youyou moved alone with the queue to the door of the connecting area between the carriages. The couple in front of her were about to get off the train, but she couldn't help but step forward and call out to them, "Hello."

The man holding the child and his wife exchanged a glance, then turned to look at Meng Youyou, their eyes slightly wary.

"I just saw a child accidentally bump his head on the plastic armrest of a chair. It was probably too noisy in the carriage just now, so you didn't notice. That's why I wanted to let you know." As she spoke, Meng Youyou pointed to a spot on the back of the child's head.

“We have to be extra careful when a child like this bumps or bruises himself, especially his head. If he bumps his head and doesn’t show any signs of waking up, we need to pay even more attention.”

Whether it was a misperception or not, Meng Youyou felt that after listening to her words, the couple in front of her did not show the reasonable emotions of attention, tension, and worry that she had expected. Instead, they seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and their body posture and facial expressions were more relaxed than when she first started talking to them.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in Meng Youyou's heart. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it just felt a little odd.

The couple politely and briefly thanked Meng Youyou: "Thank you for reminding us. We'll take the child to the hospital for a check-up as soon as we get off the train." Without waiting for Meng Youyou's response, the man pulled the woman away.

Meng Youyou waited in place, watching the couple carrying their child disappear into the bustling crowd.

Not long after, Huo Qingshan came out at the end of the line, carrying the girl's suitcase. The girl with the student-style haircut walked behind the man with a slight limp.

As soon as Huo Qingshan got out of the car, he began to search for his girlfriend. After seeing her, he put down his pink suitcase, greeted her, and then walked a few steps behind Meng Youyou, calling out to her, "What are you looking at? That direction leads to the East Station exit. It's more convenient for us to go out from the West Station exit. It just so happens that the girl is going to the West Station with us, so it's on the way."

Meng Youyou's thoughts were drawn back by the man's voice, "It's nothing, let's go."

The two walked side by side toward the girl with the student-style haircut. When the girl saw them coming, she took two steps forward as a gesture of greeting. Meng Youyou's attention was drawn to the girl's limping left foot, and she asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"

"I got hit by a box on the bus," the girl said with an embarrassed smile.

Meng Youyou's gaze lingered briefly on the girl's feet. She stared at the swoosh logo on the white sneakers for several seconds without looking away, and her brows furrowed more and more tightly.

As if a flash of inspiration had struck, once you grasped a certain point of entry, all the doubts were instantly connected—why did she feel that the family of three just now did not seem like a mother and son, nor a husband and wife?
Is it possible they're not even a family? Would parents wearing pilled fuchsia sweaters and faux leather jackets really buy their child shoes costing four figures? Very unlikely. Furthermore, would the mother abandon her child in an emergency, prioritizing her own safety? Is it normal for the husband to not only fail to offer concern when he sees his wife's twisted arm, but even glare at her fiercely?

Meng Youyou felt a chill run down her spine and immediately turned around, saying urgently, "Huo Qingshan, the couple in front of us might be human traffickers!"

...

Standing in front of the upward-moving escalator, the man in the jacket looked at the escalator entrance, which was completely blocked off, and then glanced at the adjacent staircase, which was empty and deserted.

The man's patience was almost exhausted. He gave the woman in the red sweater beside him a shove, gesturing for her to go up the stairs.

The two men, carrying the child, stepped out of the crowd, preparing to change their route, when a tall man suddenly appeared and grabbed their forearms. The man in the jacket instinctively struggled, and when he saw the man's face clearly, he felt inexplicably familiar.

"Who are you?" The man in the jacket said, his tone harsh and clearly displeased with the person in front of him.

"Is this your child?" Huo Qingshan's gaze was sharp as a hawk, staring straight at him.

Upon hearing this, both the middle-aged man and woman's expressions changed drastically. The man was slightly better off, while the woman was utterly shocked.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan was almost certain of his suspicions. He pressed him further, asking, "Is this your child? What's his name? Date of birth? Does he have any identification?"

The middle-aged man tried to break free of his restraints, swinging his arms repeatedly, but he couldn't shake them off no matter what he did. The difference in their arm strength was too great. He said angrily, "Let me go! This is my child, his name is Yangyang."

Meng Youyou, who was running slower, hurriedly caught up and joined the argument, panting, "Regardless of whether this is your child or not, for the sake of safety, we hope you can wait for the train police to come and verify before leaving."

Upon hearing a certain word she uttered, the man in the jacket immediately became enraged: "What do you want? This is my child! What do you mean by blocking my way? Are you trying to snatch my child in broad daylight?"

As he spoke, he gave the woman in the red sweater a wink, and she immediately burst into tears, crying out, "Help! Look! Someone's trying to snatch our child! Can anyone help us?"

The wailing immediately attracted a large crowd, who craned their necks and whispered among themselves, creating a chaotic and crowded scene.

The crowd grew denser, a mixture of accusations and suspicion.

Huo Qingshan's brows furrowed, and he stopped wasting words. With his other hand, he deftly pulled out his ID from the inside pocket of his coat and flashed it in front of everyone—a dark green ID booklet with a gold-embossed emblem, coupled with the man's imposing and intimidating aura.

“I am an active-duty soldier. I suspect these two people are involved in child trafficking. We are waiting for the train police to arrive. Please keep order and do not gather here.”

The voice wasn't loud, but it was steady and convincing. The crowd instantly quieted down, and their gazes towards the middle-aged couple changed. However, the wall of people didn't shrink at all; many were simply eager to see what would happen next, unwilling to give up until they witnessed the unfolding events firsthand.

At this point, the man in the jacket was utterly ashen-faced, and the woman in the red sweater was trembling uncontrollably, her eyes darting around. They knew that once the train police arrived, everything would be over.

Why not...why not take a gamble! Seek a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos and danger!
Meng Youyou was pushed to the edge by the eager crowd. Just as she was about to take another step forward, she was suddenly pushed hard in the side. Caught off guard, she was thrown to the side, and a feeling of weightlessness gripped her instantly.

She only had time to catch a glimpse of a bright magenta color flash before her eyes before she was thrown into the air and fell heavily off the platform onto the tracks.

"Bang—" Her body slammed heavily onto the hard ballast, her bones felt like they were shattered, and the pain made her vision go black, and she saw stars.

Even worse, her right boot got stuck deep in the gap of the rails and she couldn't pull it out, her ankle deformed from the pressure of the rails.

Meng Youyou struggled to get up, her fingers only managing to grasp a handful of gravel. The next second, the tracks beneath her began to tremble, initially slightly, but becoming increasingly pronounced, as if some enormous object was crushing down from afar, causing the ground to hum along with it.

The train is about to arrive at the station!

The roar grew louder and louder as it approached, quickly becoming an oppressive force that enlarged the entire eardrums. The vibrations on the tracks beneath my feet intensified, as if I were sitting on the epicenter of an impending seismic eruption. All of this happened in almost no time, too fast to react to.

The air was cleaved by the front of the car, whistling and swirling in. The wind pressure hit her face first, whipping her hair and sticking it to her face, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, Meng Youyou was unable to move, her feet were stuck, and she couldn't escape. She struggled to open her eyelids slightly, raising her hand to shield her face. The increasingly bright headlights of a car shining directly at her from afar shone on her. At that moment, only one thought occupied her mind—she was going to die here.

"Yo-yo!" A heart-wrenching roar came from the platform; it was Huo Qingshan.

Meng Youyou looked up, and in her blurry vision, she saw a tall figure struggling to push through the crowd and leaping off the platform without hesitation.

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face: "No!"

The man staggered as he landed, his knees slamming against the railway ballast, but he didn't stop for a second, rushing to her side without a care. He gripped her ankle tightly with both hands, his movements somewhat erratic and trembling. After several unsuccessful attempts to pull it out, the man gritted his teeth and gave a final, powerful pull. With a "crack," the boot was forcibly pried out of the gap in the tracks.

The train was already close by, casting a huge shadow over us, and the strong air pressure stung our cheeks.

With all his might, Huo Qingshan scooped Meng Youyou up in his arms and hurled her upwards. Meng Youyou was thrown violently toward the edge of the platform, where several panicked hands immediately grabbed her and dragged her across the yellow warning line.

Huo Qingshan himself was still stuck on the tracks, with the locomotive less than ten meters away from him.

Meng Youyou's body was being pulled to the other side by many hands, but her eyes remained fixed on the tracks below the platform.

At the critical moment, the man suddenly lunged backward, using his powerful legs to leap forward, his entire body transforming into a sharp arc, rolling rapidly along the ground onto the platform.

Almost at the same second—the train roared past on the tracks, the wind whipping up his clothes, silencing the entire audience in a breathless silence.