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

Chapter 41 "When did it start?"

Huo Qingshan was puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Meng Youyou nodded seriously, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, stood on tiptoe, and wiped his forehead, murmuring softly, "Why are there so many rust stains on your head?"

Huo Qingshan was somewhat taken aback, and then replied somewhat awkwardly, "The tool shed is a bit messy, I might have accidentally brushed against it."

With just a lowered gaze.

Even in the dim light, the girl's skin still glowed white, and the fine hairs on her cheeks were clearly visible even from close range.

It's incredibly soft.

Huo Qingshan was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to say that he could do it himself, he heard the girl in front of him say seriously, "Lower your head a little, I can't reach the rust on your hair."

No one noticed the hint of piety that unintentionally appeared in the girl's eyes and brows at that moment.

Upon hearing the sound, he almost instinctively bent his neck without thinking.

……

The two walked out of the state-run restaurant side by side. Huo Qingshan suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked down and saw that he was holding a pair of scissors in his left hand and two pairs of scissors in his right hand.

Huo Qingshan: "..."

Meng Youyou also looked over and couldn't help but laugh: "We almost stole all the pruning shears from the restaurant. Do you think their boss will go to Commander Wang and sue us for 'theft'?"

Huo Qingshan said, "I'm going to return the scissors. Wait here for me, I'll be right back," and then turned and ran away.

The office on the third floor of the state-run hotel.

Huo Qingshan returned the scissors to the restaurant manager, then thought back to his experience climbing the drainpipe earlier. Before leaving, he added, "Manager Zhao, the drainpipe on the restaurant's exterior wall hasn't been inspected for a long time. I suggest you take the time to inspect and reinforce it as soon as possible, or better yet, replace it with a new one. Otherwise, it won't be long before safety hazards arise."

Manager Zhao immediately promised that he would send someone to inspect and reinforce the pipes the next day, and that the new pipes would be replaced by the end of the month at the latest.

After finally seeing the big Buddha off, Zhao Donglei mentally went through the scene of the night, and slumped into his chair in fear.

Zhao Donglei was originally scheduled to be on duty tonight, and he thought that since only the first floor was open to the public, it wouldn't be too busy and would be a quiet evening.

Unexpectedly, a waiter ran over to tell me that there was a problem with the ballroom dance party on the second floor. After rushing over and finding out what happened, I learned that a woman's skirt ripped during the opening dance.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. It was just about the dress; it had nothing to do with the restaurant.

I got back to the office intending to rest for a while, but I hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly.

Then a man with an overwhelmingly powerful aura showed up at the door, claiming that their restaurant had mismanaged its tools, allowing someone to tamper with the dresses of their female colleagues using the restaurant's flower-pruning shears. Although he didn't explicitly state which organization they worked for, Zhao Donglei hadn't been in the business for nothing over the years; what organization could someone with that kind of presence belong to?

In short, you can't afford to offend them!
He hurriedly led his men to find Aunt Fang in the logistics department to get the key to the tool room, but to his dismay, they couldn't find her at all. Carefully observing the increasingly cold and stern expression on the man's face beside him, Zhao Donglei felt that his position as manager was already halfway to the ground.

He quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll have the restaurant staff look for Aunt Fang again. We should have news soon."

The man frowned and replied inexplicably, "She left work early and went home."

Zhao Donglei was startled. He knew about Fang's situation. Recently, she had some family matters to attend to, and for the past two weeks, she would sometimes leave work early if she finished her tasks in her area.

Although he didn't know how Huo Qingshan came to this conclusion, he had no time to worry about that at the moment. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said, "I have just asked someone to contact other colleagues in the logistics department to send the spare key. He is on his way. Please wait a little longer."

As a result... the man only said "it's too late" and suggested climbing over the wall and through the window to get in.

No matter how much they tried to persuade him, they couldn't stop him, and of course, Zhao Donglei didn't dare to actually stop him.

However, just a minute later, Zhao Donglei began to regret not stopping the person. He was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot.

He watched helplessly as the man leaped out of the window and clung to the dilapidated drainpipe. The creaking sound of the loose screws hitting Zhao Donglei's chest relentlessly, and the constantly falling, decaying scabs from the pipe wall assaulted his senses.

The drainpipe shook violently, constantly banging against the wall with a "clang, clang" sound, as if it would fall apart and collapse at any moment.

Zhao Donglei's heart was pounding in his chest, and his back was covered in cold sweat. He could almost see the manager's seat waving goodbye to him.

His mind instinctively began to plan how to explain to the police officers when they arrived at the police station that he had done his best to stop it, and how to minimize his responsibility in this casualty incident.

The man continued to climb rapidly, his movements as steady as a bell, seemingly unaffected by the constantly swaying pipe. His expression was resolute and determined, and there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Then the man leaped into the air again and grabbed the window sill of the tool shed. The violently shaking drainpipe gradually calmed down, and Zhao Donglei felt that he had finally come back to life.

*
On a typical afternoon, after working at her desk for a while, Meng Youyou went to the window as usual, opened it, and looked into the distance, trying to relieve her eye strain.

I habitually looked towards the training ground to the north.

The distance was great, and the sun was blazing. All she could see were blurry black dots of people moving about. In just one glance... she accurately locked onto the one she instinctively wanted to follow among the dense group of black dots that were both still and moving.

On the obstacle course, one second he had just climbed over a three-meter-high wall, and the next second he had already landed.

The thought involuntarily came to mind of what Commander Wang had casually mentioned: "The fastest obstacle course record set by Huo Qingshan in the team has yet to be broken. I'm just wondering, in all my soldiers in the 624th Company, is there not a single one who can be faster than him?"

She couldn't help but ask herself: When did it start?
When did she begin to be able to spot him so quickly from among a group of such similar black dots?
When did I start trusting him so much?

When did it start that I remember even a casual remark from someone else so vividly?
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