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

Chapter 366 Lie

Dai, male, 43 years old, from Jinan City; Cao, female, 41 years old, from Fanzhou City. Taking advantage of the extreme chaos at the scene, when everyone's attention was focused on the girl who had accidentally fallen onto the tracks, the man and woman made their escape.

During his escape, Dai was secretly grateful that the only helpful thing his foolish wife had done along the way was to come up with the brilliant idea of ​​pushing the man's lover away. Otherwise, he would never have had a chance to escape from that soldier's men, whose arms were as strong as oxen; just thinking about it made him tremble with fear.

Little did they know, their so-called "sustain" was only a brief respite. Ultimately, the two were unable to escape the clutches of the tiger and were captured by plainclothes security personnel who had been lying in wait at the automatic passage gates at the train station exit.

After the child was rescued, the police found that no matter how much they patted his face and back, he showed no signs of waking up. They suspected that the traffickers had given him an overdose of sleeping pills to avoid trouble, so the group rushed the child to the nearest hospital for treatment.

On the other side, only a young police officer was left to take statements from the brave soldier and the victim who was pushed off the platform.

The young officer led the two to the monitoring room to copy the video. He handed the USB drive to the monitor, and the three of them stood by and watched. The young officer would occasionally point to the images on the screen and ask questions about a few details.

During the process of going through the procedures and giving her statement, Meng Youyou's mind was somewhat hazy. After experiencing a major accident, if someone is fortunate enough to escape unscathed, almost completely unharmed, and appears to have all their limbs intact, able to walk and jump, it's as if nothing happened.

However, the inner world, unseen by outsiders, is like a giant tsunami or the ruins left after a magnitude 10 earthquake.

Watching the dynamic video playing on the monitoring screen, it felt as if I were there again, experiencing it all over again.

Huo Qingshan had just rolled onto the platform when the train's tail barely brushed past him. The man was lying on the ground, trying to catch his heavy breathing. Meng Youyou was lying on her side not far from him, and they were looking at each other from less than a meter apart.

Neither of them did what was depicted in TV dramas—stumbling and crawling over to each other, hugging tightly, sitting on the ground and weeping, expressing their gratitude for escaping death and thanking fate for allowing them to see each other alive again.

Once Huo Qingshan had caught his breath, he quickly got up from the ground, walked to her side, squatted down, and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Then he reached out to help her up, and she slowly stood up as well. Meng Youyou's legs were still weak and she could hardly stand. Both psychologically and physically, she was recovering much slower than him.

Sometime later, perhaps a year or two after the accident, Meng Youyou was sitting on the carpet watching a TV series. Her tablet was playing a classic scene where the male lead risks everything to save the damsel in distress—the two survived, and the male lead then uttered a deeply moving line to the female lead. Suddenly, Meng Youyou remembered this old incident, and the first words he whispered in her ear. She brought it up and asked him, "Hey, why did you try to comfort me like a child back then?"

Upon hearing her words, Huo Qingshan looked up from his computer desk, appearing somewhat surprised. He said, "Because you once told me this, I felt..." He paused, then continued, "It was very useful, which is why I told you this."

"Did I tell you that? Such childish words." Meng Youyou couldn't quite remember.

"Yes," he answered decisively.

The young police officer's cell phone rang in his pocket. He moved to a corner of the monitoring room to answer the call. It was probably a call from a colleague at the hospital.

Since the little boy is still unconscious and unable to speak, he cannot provide crucial testimony, and the case cannot be classified at this time. The couple is currently insisting that they thought the other was trying to snatch the child and that they pushed him in a moment of panic.

After the young officer returned from the call, he only asked a few key questions before quickly ending the conversation. He took down the two men's contact information and told them to go home and get some rest, saying he would contact them again another day to take more detailed statements.

After exiting the train station, Meng Youyou waved to hail a taxi.

The two sat side by side in the back seat. Meng Youyou kept looking to her side. The man had kept his eyes closed since he got in the car, as if he was resting, but his brows furrowed deeply from time to time, as if he was enduring something. Meng Youyou felt the hand holding her tightening, becoming more and more forceful.

Meng Youyou was worried and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Meng Youyou carefully observed his condition and asked, "Is it a headache?"

"When you jumped down, did you hit the metal frame somewhere? Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan opened his eyes, and without saying a word, he first raised his hand to hold the back of her neck, then rubbed his forehead against hers. After several seconds of silence, he whispered, "No need."

As he spoke, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin on her chin. His dark eyes gazed intently at her, staring at her eyes, nose, mouth... looking back and forth, as if he were seeing her for the first time, or as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

He rarely makes such intimate physical expressions in public or in the presence of outsiders, which makes his blatant and sticky gaze even more unusual.

This action drew a glance from the driver in the rearview mirror. Meng Youyou turned her head away, somewhat embarrassed, to avoid his gaze, and whispered in her boyfriend's ear, "What's wrong with you?" Since they shared a blanket, Meng Youyou could easily sense his unusual behavior.

"I won't tell you, I learned it from you. You're bad, so I want to be a little bad too."

"He said that?" Meng Youyou didn't quite understand.

Even after getting off the car, entering the residential area, and taking the elevator, Meng Youyou was still pondering the deeper meaning of those words—what was wrong with her, and what had he learned from her?

The two entered the elevator side by side. Just as the doors were about to close, a hurried running sound came from the lobby outside. Meng Youyou quickly reached out and pressed the open button. The metal doors slid open to both sides, and the gap gradually widened, revealing the little heads of a pair of twins.

It was the twins' neighbor across the hall from Meng Youyou. The twins' parents followed closely behind, each carrying a cartoon backpack. As the mother approached, she scolded, "You two, stop running around! Once the elevator is up, wait for the next one. What if you fall while running around?"

The older brother stuck out his tongue, and the younger sister immediately betrayed him: "Brother ran away first. He said he saw Sister Xiao Meng!"

As they were talking, the elevator doors were already fully open.

The older brother rushed in impatiently, his short legs taking a leap to Meng Youyou's side. He grabbed her leg, looked up at her with his delicate, pretty face and bright, sparkling eyes, and said, "Sister Meng, it's been so long! You've become even more beautiful! I missed you so much!"

The little guy has such a sweet tongue. Meng Youyou couldn't help but smile, her mood inexplicably lighter. She remembered that when she was waiting for her train at Ximing City Railway Station, she bought a few bags of food. She looked down to rummage through her bag to get them out, but the hand that was being held by someone struggled slightly, trying to pull it away.

The man remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything, his fingers still firmly holding her hand, showing no intention of letting go. Meng Youyou glanced at him, utterly puzzled. He had been holding her hand like this the entire way, refusing to let go no matter what they were doing, including now—truly an unprecedented display of clinginess.

Helpless, Meng Youyou could only pull the zipper with one hand. The movement was a bit awkward and inconvenient, but it was barely enough.

When the older brother saw the delicious food, his eyes lit up and he reached out to take it. At that moment, the younger sister also ran into the elevator, leaned against it, and wrapped her chubby little hands around Meng Youyou's arm. She pressed her soft cheek against Meng Youyou's sleeve and said in a sweet voice, "Sister Meng, I miss you too. My brother misses the snacks you bought, but I really miss you."

Meng Youyou laughed when she heard this, and the parents also smiled and walked into the elevator, not forgetting to greet her.

Hearing this, the older brother was not happy and raised his voice, "No way, I really miss Sister Xiaomeng too!" Before he finished speaking, he stuffed the bag of pastries in his hand into his father's hand to express his heartfelt feelings.

Then, staring longingly at Meng Youyou's two hands, one on each side and occupied by others, with no space left for him, knowing that his younger sister would definitely not give them up, he turned his gaze to the owner of the other hand. His gaze moved upwards little by little, towards a very tall person, finally landing on the uncle's face. He stared at the person with a pair of big, round eyes, filled with expectation—in his world of understanding, holding an adult's hand was like eating snacks; adults had to give way to children, and adults wouldn't get lost, so they didn't need to hold hands.

But the other party clearly rejected his request. The man coldly lifted his eyelids, unmoved, and even looked a bit fierce.

The child immediately turned to his mother and complained, "Why does this uncle insist on holding Sister Meng's hand?"

The mother laughed and exchanged a glance with her husband, then looked in the direction where Meng Youyou and her husband were, and patiently explained to her child, "Because the uncle is Meng's boyfriend, who else would she hold hands with if not him?"

"If I become Sister Meng's boyfriend, can I hold her hand?" The older brother tilted his head, suddenly realizing something, and immediately announced loudly, "Then I want to be Sister Meng's boyfriend too!" Children's thinking is extremely simple and innocent.

These words amused all the adults present, except for Huo.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, the brother and sister waved goodbye to Meng Youyou with reluctance at their own door.

Entering the house code, Meng Youyou pushed open the door and entered the house. She casually hung her bag on the hook and bent down to take off her shoes. Halfway off, she was suddenly grabbed by a large hand on her lower back. In the blink of an eye, the man pressed her against the door, his hot breath spraying onto the skin of her neck: "Youyou, was it fun to lie to me?"

In short, a calm sea has been stirred up into a thousand waves.

These words, this scene, were undeniably familiar; she had heard them before, he had said them before. Meng Youyou stared at him in disbelief, stammering, "You...you...remember?"

It was evening, and the lights in the entryway were off. The house was well-lit, with even a corner area retaining some natural light, creating a dim, half-lit atmosphere. Meng Youyou could roughly make out the contours of his face, but she couldn't quite make out the emotions in his eyes.

"I..." Meng Youyou's lips moved, but she couldn't come up with an explanation that the other party could accept for a long time. The question was really unexpected, and she couldn't put together a coherent and complete answer for a moment.

The man saw her in this state and it only confirmed her guilt and her deliberate act. Huo Qingshan had been suppressing too many emotions, both old and new, and they all exploded at this moment. He raised his hand, grabbed her chin, forced her to look up, and pressed his lips heavily against hers, his attack fierce.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Huo Qingshan asked repeatedly while kissing her passionately. "Hmm?"

"Oh, you're so naughty! Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's been so long, and you haven't said a single word to me!"

Meng Youyou finally understood what he meant by his ambiguous words in the car, but she didn't have time to answer him.

He didn't give her a chance to speak at all. Every time he managed to utter a single aggressive question, he would press close to her again, sealing her lips completely, leaving her with only intermittent sobs that could barely form a sentence.

It was a passionate kiss. The man's eyes burned with fire, one hand gripping the back of her neck to keep her still so he could take whatever he wanted. He even bared his teeth and bit her. When had he ever done anything like this before? Meng Youyou realized that this must have carried a hint of punishment.

But she was also quite innocent. At least the charges against her weren't as he accused her of. She wanted to clear her name, but she had no chance to do so. He didn't give her any breathing room at all.

Huo Qingshan's other hand moved down to her lower back, close to her clothes, and without hesitation, he reached inside, then kneaded and pinched her all the way up, his revenge mode escalating rapidly.

He didn't have many ways to deal with her, and even fewer that were effective. Of course, this was one of them, and it was the most effective one. He had used it with great skill before, and now he showed no signs of rustiness. It seemed that he had really remembered it all, and he showed no mercy. He was truly ruthless, and she was completely unable to resist and had no power to fight back.

As they kissed, Meng Youyou sensed emotions from the other person beyond punishment and revenge. She wasn't sure if she had extracted the right feelings—a mixture of hatred, ecstasy, anger, heartache and guilt, relief, anxiety, gratitude, disbelief, and deep appreciation.
Too many emotions, too varied, surged forth in a chaotic rush, so much so that Meng Youyou couldn't distinguish them. Yet, these emotions didn't seem entirely directed at her; some were also directed at him. But in this situation, they were all poured onto her. He was sometimes gentle, sometimes ruthless, unpredictable and elusive.

The TV series didn't lie to me; it didn't just portray empty rhetoric. It turns out that only two people who truly love each other can go through a life-or-death moment together. Afterwards, they genuinely want to convey something through things like a passionate kiss. Meng Youyou can't quite put her finger on what it is, but she just felt it.

So she responded to him wholeheartedly. Because she knew he needed it, and receiving so much information at once must be unbearable. He desperately wanted something from her; his desires were intense, everything about him was intense. Meng Youyou could sense that her response had a calming effect, even though he wanted a lot, and she didn't know if she could give it to him.

Even if she can't give it, it doesn't matter, because she also needs such strong emotions and tangible senses to carry out "post-disaster reconstruction".

It was only when his kisses rained down on her that Meng Youyou truly realized that the entire journey back from the train station, the half-hour taxi ride, everything seemed peaceful and well. She even chatted happily with the children in the elevator, appearing no different from anyone else. It was as normal as could be.

Even she herself thought everything was fine. Hey, Meng Youyou, when did you become so amazing? Such a big, life-threatening thing, and you just turned your back on it! That's really impressive.

In reality, she was nothing more than an empty shell, a walking corpse.

Beneath the surface of "calmness" lies a deathly stillness, as if it has been completely emptied out. Rather than a kind of calm, it is more like a lifeless indifference, where all of a person's thoughts, emotions, perceptions, and everything vibrant is frozen in that instant when they are facing the imminent difference between life and death.

At this very moment, the scalding, restless, forceful, and tangible stimulation he brought her could pull a soul that had died once back to the world, injecting it with fresh vitality, or it could open a hole and dump the ruins out of the body.

A person who has died once needs to be kissed back to life by their lover.