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

Chapter 369 Absurd
From dusk until midnight, the absurdity of the situation exceeded her comprehension and imagination.

From the bedroom to the sofa to the bathroom, she had an unprecedented sense of his boundless energy and incredible stamina. He seemed to never feel tired at all.

After the final "exercise," Meng Youyou was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. Huo Qingshan filled a tub with water at a suitable temperature, then picked up the sweat-soaked woman and gently placed her into the bathtub.

Meng Youyou thought he was really good at pretending. Now he's playing the role of a gentle and considerate boyfriend? Tch, why didn't he restrain himself earlier?

The bathroom ceiling light was bright, illuminating every inch of the space beneath it.

Meng Youyou tilted her head slightly, and her gaze inadvertently fell into the mirror. A thin layer of mist floated on the mirror surface, vaguely reflecting a fair complexion and a tan.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she immediately turned her face away, regretting a few minutes earlier when she had begged him to help her take a bath, saying she was exhausted and really disliked the layer of sweat on her body.

The bathtub was filled with clear, transparent water. In this situation, Meng Youyou thought about asking him to take a scented bath bomb from the cabinet and put it in the water, but then she thought that if she ended up with foam on her body, she would still have to wash with clean water in the end, so it didn't matter.

She was soaking alone in the clean hot water. At first, she was a little shy. It wasn't the first time she had been naked and honest with him. But in the past, every time they were intimate, in the second half, their fair skin and tanned skin were almost completely exposed. They were so close that if you could see their bodies, you couldn't see their faces, and if you could see their faces, you couldn't see their bodies.

Unlike now, when he could see her completely and clearly, this would unconsciously increase her sense of shame. Moreover, he had somehow found a pair of lounge shorts on him and was now dressed in a respectable manner, making Meng Youyou feel somewhat uncomfortable in the stark contrast.

Gradually, as she soaked in the bathtub, the warm steam made her feel incredibly comfortable, and her sense of shame vanished completely.

"How did you suddenly remember that?" Meng Youyou asked, her head resting on the edge of the bathtub, her eyelids half-closed.

"I don't know either, but the moment I saw you fall, it felt like someone was using several hammers to frantically hammer my head."

After a pause, Huo Qingshan looked thoughtful, as if he was considering the most fitting way to describe it: "It's a bit like the beef balls you love to order when you eat hot pot, the feeling of biting into them and the contents popping out."

Meng Youyou tried to imagine it and was inexplicably amused because she remembered the last time she bit into a meatball at a hot pot restaurant, the juice sprayed out and splashed all over the face of the person sitting opposite her.

After giggling for a while, Meng Youyou suddenly sat up straight in the water, opened her eyes and looked at him with a serious expression, asking earnestly, "Huo Qingshan, do you have a lot of questions for me?"

Huo Qingshan wrung out the damp towel in his hand and focused intently on wiping her face. With the hot towel on her face, Meng Youyou closed her eyes and mouth, peacefully enjoying the service. After wiping her face with the towel, the man finally spoke, "For example?"

"For example, why shouldn't I tell you?" Meng Youyou removed the towel from her face and reopened her eyes to look at him. "Isn't this what you wanted to know the most? Weren't you very upset?" She pointed to the large red marks of teeth on her neck and down. "You were so heartless to bully me like this because of this!"

"At first I just wanted to know, but then I gradually figured it out."

"What have you figured out?" Meng Youyou didn't think he could figure out such a complex system mechanism and all sorts of twists and turns out of thin air.

"When I think about how you've never given up on loving me, how you've worked so hard to make my wishes come true, how you've done all those things with me, and how your tears have touched my heart, what else don't I understand?" He said in a low, calm voice, his head bowed as he gently rinsed the towel soaking in the washbasin.

“You want me to remember it myself, instead of you telling me.” He finally looked up, gazing into her eyes, and said, “Oh, am I right?”

Meng Youyou nodded: "I am who I am, Meng Youyou is Meng Youyou, a living, breathing person right in front of you."

"Actually... for a long time I thought that if you would still like me without me telling you, then whether I told you or not might not make much difference. If you would no longer like me, then I think... it would be even more meaningless to tell you or not."

“Isn’t that right?” she countered.

Huo Qingshan paused for a few seconds, reflecting on her use of the phrase "a long time," interpreting it as a characteristic of the past tense. He then asked, "Before I went on my business trip, you told me that when I came back, you had something very important to tell me. Is this it?"

"Ah."

"So, why did you want to talk about it again?"

Meng Youyou thought he was incredibly perceptive; nothing escaped his "vision," and he seemed to understand her thoughts perfectly. Suddenly, she didn't want to follow his train of thought anymore and instead retorted, "Then keep guessing, you're such a smart person."

"Oh, I don't know." Huo Qingshan chuckled helplessly. "I really can't guess." If he had such supernatural powers, he wouldn't have been acting foolishly for so long. No one can possibly know everything their partner is thinking, at least Huo Qingshan admitted he couldn't, even if he tried his best. He wished he could.

“Because…” Meng Youyou stared into his eyes and said, word by word, “It’s not fair to you.”

"It seems I've followed in your footsteps." She continued in one breath, "I hate situations involving two people the most, especially when one of them acts on their own initiative. But when the situation falls on me, I end up doing the same thing when I have the power to make decisions."

"Do you think it's easy for people to make this kind of mistake and fall into this kind of misconception?"

She asked him, but Huo Qingshan didn't answer. Her question naturally brought to mind his past actions, and it seemed he was "incorrigible," having committed the same offense more than once. If anyone was truly more egregious, he was clearly the one who deserved to be held accountable. Huo Qingshan didn't know how to answer. Meng Youyou waited two seconds, then continued, "I've thought about it for a very long time, and finally decided that I can't make a decision between two people by myself."

"I want to prove to you that such mistakes can be corrected in time. It's never too late if you're determined. I don't believe in the saying that what's done is done."

“Even if I can’t tell you everything without reservation, at the very least I should ask you…” Meng Youyou paused, then imitated a relaxed, casual tone, her facial expression becoming more vivid: “Hey, Huo Qingshan, I watched a TV series yesterday. There was a couple in love, but due to an accident, the male lead lost his memory and didn’t remember his former lover.”

"They..." Meng Youyou embellished the story, creating a half-true, half-false outline.

Finally, she cupped her hand in a microphone shape and held it to his lips, asking in the interview: "If you were the male lead, would you want the female lead to tell him?"

Huo Qingshan smiled upon hearing this, lowered his eyes to look at the hand held up in front of him, and lightly tapped the microphone twice with his palm. "Hmm, Youyou is much more enlightened than me, she figured it out in just a short time."

...

Before falling asleep, Meng Youyou nestled in his arms and whispered, "Come with me to the police station tomorrow." There was no address, nor was it a question.

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan immediately understood what she meant. She wasn't concerned about what happened at the train station, but rather what happened that night. The man readily agreed, "Okay."

Exhausted, Meng Youyou slept until noon the next day before waking up.

After getting out of bed and washing up, Meng Youyou heard noises coming from the kitchen, so she slipped on her slippers and went over.

Huo Qingshan was making lunch in the kitchen, his slender fingers supporting a piece of pork belly on the cutting board as he sliced ​​it. Hearing footsteps behind him, he gently raised his head and glanced back, then said, "It's gotten colder again this morning, put on your socks."

Immediately afterwards, the man lowered his head, staring at the pork belly on the cutting board, and skillfully wielded the knife with his right hand.

Meng Youyou walked closer to him, casually opened the refrigerator door, broke off a banana, and was about to peel and eat it when she heard a gentle voice from her right: "Don't eat something that's just been taken out of the refrigerator. Let it sit at room temperature for a while before eating it."

Accompanied by the soft, chopping sound of the cleaver striking the wooden cutting board, the man's voice continued: "There's some cooked yam and red date porridge on the restaurant table. It should still be warm. If you're hungry, have some porridge first. Lunch will be ready in a little while."

Meng Youyou put down the banana and said listlessly, "I'd rather wait for dinner."

Just hearing the names of the stomach-soothing porridges he cooked for her made her feel full, to the point where she could burp. Meng Youyou had eaten them once or twice a while ago and thought they tasted good, but after three or five meals, she got tired of them. Not to mention, she's lost count of how many times she's eaten them now. Although he often tries to come up with new and interesting recipes, porridge is something that all taste pretty much the same.

"What are we having for lunch?" Meng Youyou asked.

Huo Qingshan then named three dishes, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables. His style in everything he did was consistently consistent; whether it was a big or small matter, in his work or daily life, there was little difference—he always emphasized scientific rigor and methodical approaches.

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou immediately replied, "Chef Huo, may I give you a small suggestion?"

Huo Qingshan glanced at her indifferently upon hearing this, as if he knew what she was thinking, and did not respond.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou pouted and could only swallow back the words, "Add two more chili peppers to the shredded pork with garlic sauce."

She didn't want to drink porridge, but her stomach was still empty. She had used up too much energy last night, so Meng Youyou went out of the kitchen to find something to eat. She poured herself a glass of milk, took the glass back to the kitchen, and heated it in the microwave.

The microwave was humming as it waited for the milk to heat up. Meanwhile, the stove over there was already lit, and Huo Qingshan was stir-frying vegetables with a spatula in his hand, while Meng Youyou stood casually behind him with her arms crossed, watching.

He was still wearing the yellow Winnie the Pooh apron she had bought him, and the cuffs of his T-shirt were casually rolled up above his well-defined forearms. The firelight reflected on the side of his neck, and as he raised his hand to stir-fry, the lines from his shoulder to his elbow and then to his arm were slightly taut, appearing neat and smooth, combining beauty with an understated sense of strength.

He cooked two dishes in a row, quickly and efficiently. The kitchen temperature rose slightly from the heat of the fire, and the man closest to the flame had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Meng Youyou stood behind, watching, her face growing redder and hotter, but she knew in her heart that it had little to do with the stove fire, since she was at least two meters away.

Meng Youyou felt that after last night, she could no longer look him in the eye. His fingers made her daydream, and after staring at them for a while, her face would quietly turn red. Seeing the sweat sliding down his forehead would also make her ears burn and her heart race. She would involuntarily think of the scene last night, when those beads of sweat dripped onto every corner of her body, and all sorts of details.

She really didn't mean to think about it, but it was so deeply ingrained in her mind that it kept popping up uncontrollably.

So, Meng Youyou argued and said, "Huo Qingshan, why are you dressed so lightly when you're cooking? Can't you dress more conservatively?" After saying that, she picked up the warmed milk and strode out of the kitchen.

Huo Qingshan paused in his cooking, looked down at his black T-shirt and casual trousers, and a look of confusion crossed his face.