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

Chapter 37 "Huo Qingshan, what kind of girl do you like?"

For some unknown reason, the bus suddenly braked hard, and due to inertia, Meng Youyou, who was fast asleep, was thrown forward.

Huo Qingshan reacted quickly and immediately tried to block with his hand, but Meng Youyou ended up bumping her head into Huo Qingshan's palm.

Meng Youyou slowly woke up, rubbing her forehead as she slowly opened her eyes. Huo Qingshan promptly withdrew his hand.

Just then, the driver's loud voice came from inside the carriage: "Excuse me, a stray cat just walked by on the road."

Meng Youyou opened her mouth and yawned, asking somewhat indistinctly, "How much longer until we get there?"

Huo Qingshan looked out the window and casually replied, "Soon, at most five minutes."

Meng Youyou turned to look at Huo Qingshan, carefully observing his state. He didn't seem as depressed as before.
……

After getting off the bus, everyone got to work with great enthusiasm.

The men were the first to rush to the open space on the lawn to build stoves. They bent down and picked up stones, focusing on building the stove base. Then they dispersed to find dry grass and branches to lay down the bottom of the stove and prepare for starting a fire.

The women initially focused on the ingredients. A large bucket was placed on the grass, and they used ladles to scoop water from the bucket into basins, carefully washing each vegetable leaf.

After washing it, she carried the bowl of vegetables to the stove.

From then on, the bucket was forgotten by everyone and left alone in a corner.

The area around the stove was bustling with activity, filled with laughter and the clatter of pots and pans.

Huo Qingshan focused his gaze on the bucket on the grass, and then slowly walked over.

His left hand hung down stiffly, and the wound on the back of his hand was red and swollen, with a nearly two-centimeter-long cut covered in blood and surrounded by light purplish-blue.

Those were marks left from when the back of my hand hit a screw on the back of the seat in the car.

The man remained calm, steadily picking up the ladle with his right hand. He scooped a ladleful of water from the bucket and slowly and steadily poured it onto the wound, letting the water flow over it. His expression remained completely unchanged, as if he felt no pain.

……

Meng Youyou arrived late, having run a long way to find a few farmhouses where she managed to borrow a toilet.

On the way back, I kept wondering what the organizers were thinking, coming to such a remote and desolate place for a picnic. They must have had quite the leisure and inclination.

Meng Youyou's gaze wandered through the crowd, then suddenly stopped. She saw a girl standing in front of Huo Qingshan. Meng Youyou remembered her; she was the short-haired girl with shoulder-length hair who had played the handkerchief game that morning.

The girl clutched an aluminum lunchbox tightly in her hand, her face full of shyness and anticipation, her eyes brimming with emotion, and her voice trembling with tenderness: "Brother Huo, this is mung bean cake that I made myself. Please have a taste."

Huo Qingshan's face remained cold and stern, his eyes revealing aloofness and indifference. The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down slightly, and even his eyelids drooped slightly, giving off an aura that kept people at a distance.

Huo Qingshan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I don't like sweets, you should take it back."

His tone was steady, and although his wording was polite, it still carried an indescribable coldness and stiffness.

The girl's smile froze instantly, and the sparkle in her eyes quickly faded.

Xue Sisi stood there blankly, her hands unconsciously gripping the lunchbox tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

A moment later, her eyes gradually reddened, as if mist was spreading within them. Xue Sisi quickly lowered her head, not wanting anyone to see her loss of composure.

Then she turned around abruptly, quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and stumbled away.

Meng Youyou wandered aimlessly to the side, kicking the pebbles on the ground with her toes, making a soft "tap-tap" sound, and then she swayed and walked over to Huo Qingshan.

She didn't even look at him, but blurted out, "Why won't you accept it?" Huo Qingshan remained standing straight, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his eyes cold and clear. Hearing the question, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply replied indifferently, "I don't like it."

Meng Youyou lowered her head, looked at the pebble at her feet, kicked it away forcefully, and asked again, "Do you dislike people? Or do you dislike things?"

A strange emotion flashed in Huo Qingshan's eyes. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "I don't like any of them."

Meng Youyou put her hands in her coat pockets, glanced up at the man, then looked down again, and continued to ask, "So what kind of girl do you like?"

Huo Qingshan slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the back of Meng Youyou's head, his eyes dark and unfathomable. Instead of answering, he asked, "You really want to know the answer to this question?"

Meng Youyou paused for a moment with her right foot, which was kicking the stone, before quickly replying, "It's alright, I was just asking casually. I can't really imagine what someone like you would be like in a relationship."

His tone sounded relaxed and natural, and at the same time, his head, which was already lowered, drooped even further.

Huo Qingshan slowly shifted his gaze to the distance, and asked with interest, "What kind of person am I?"

His tone was neither too soft nor too loud, making it impossible to discern his emotions when he spoke.

Meng Youyou put down the stone she was aiming at, took her hands out of her pockets, raised her head, and pretended to be thinking seriously. Then she began to list: "She can't say sweet words, she can't coax people, she has limited patience, and she's not gentle."

Huo Qingshan smiled, a satisfied smile.

When Xue Sisi returned after composing herself, she happened to see this scene: the man with a smile on his lips and the person beside him... Xue Sisi's gaze shifted, her eyes narrowed, and a flame of jealousy burned deep within her eyes, as if she wanted to burn Meng Youyou to smithereens in an instant.

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On the way back to the capital, the bus was not as energetic as it had been on the way there; everyone was more or less tired.

Meng Youyou seemed to have lost all her strength and ability, completely exhausted, yet she kept muttering to herself, "My God? Someone tell me, why is the schedule for a social event so rushed?"

……

The second floor of the state-run hotel is not open to the public today; it has been rented out to the organizers for a ballroom dance party, which is scheduled to start at 7:30 p.m.

At seven o'clock, Meng Youyou had a private temporary dressing room, where she was sitting and meticulously re-dressing the "princess-style updo" that she had failed to do that morning.

I vow to get back up wherever I fall, to be an unkillable cockroach.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded abruptly. Meng Youyou had just finished the last step of styling her hair, put down the comb in her hand, and slowly got up and walked towards the door.

Meng Youyou walked to the door, opened it, and saw a somewhat familiar face.

Xue Sisi wore a polite smile, the curve of her lips just right, and asked politely, "Hello, the temporary changing rooms over there are too crowded, and the queue is very long. I'm afraid I won't have enough time, so I'd like to use your dressing room, is that alright?"

Meng Youyou was slightly taken aback, then a kind smile appeared on her face, and she readily agreed: "No problem, come in."

After stepping aside to let Xue Sisi in, Meng Youyou considerately asked, "Do you need me to leave?"

Xue Sisi wore a shy, girlish expression and whispered, "Thank you for your help."

Meng Youyou nodded knowingly, and made sure to close the door behind her before leaving.

As soon as the door closed, the shyness on Xue Sisi's face vanished instantly, replaced by a twisted smugness.

She let out a disdainful snort, her gaze began to search the room purposefully, finally settling on the light green silk blend dress that Meng Youyou had worn that morning, her eyes quietly filling with resentment.

The last day of the second round of competition, I hope everyone will give their support!

Success or failure depends on this!