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

Chapter 54 The Bottomless Tide...

On Friday, Meng Youyou had just finished class when she heard someone say that Huo Qingshan had returned. Clutching her textbooks, she ran towards the office building.

The soldiers who passed by greeted her, and Meng Youyou quickly returned their greetings.

She reached the third floor, panting, but suddenly stopped and started tidying her slightly disheveled hair, which had become messy from running, in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The girl's face was reflected in the glass window in the afternoon. Stray hairs on her forehead were slightly dampened on her smooth forehead, and her fair cheeks were flushed. Even the faint reflection from the transparent glass was enough to distinguish her features. Her chest rose and fell slightly, causing her clothes to tremble.

She gazed at her reflection in the glass window, neatly tucked her hair behind her ears, and then turned and walked toward her office.

His steps were steady and unhurried, ordinary yet dignified.

Pushing open the door, my gaze seemingly unintentionally drifted to the table on the left side of the office. The man was looking down at a document, his expression focused.

Hearing the noise, the man looked up.

When their eyes met, they transformed into a pair of eyes she couldn't understand—dark, deep, and unfathomable.

Meng Youyou was surprised to find that she didn't seem so surprised by this.

A soft chuckle came from the bottom of my heart, but I didn't know who I was laughing at.

"came back?"

Meng Youyou spoke first.

Huo Qingshan closed the document in his hand, responded with a "Hmm," and stood up.

Meng Youyou walked over lightly, "What time did you arrive?"

"Everyone is taking a nap at noon."

As she spoke, she bent down and took out an exquisite wooden box from the drawer, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Meng Youyou. "I bought this for you in Ximing City. I happened to be there during the Lingxi ethnic group's Lunar New Year. The market was very lively. This is their traditional folk handicraft. Open it and see if you like it?"

Meng Youyou reached out and took the box, opening it to reveal a beautiful bracelet made of colorful wooden and jade beads.

She had also heard of the Lingxi ethnic group's unique "Lingtan Yunyu Bracelet," which is said to be exchanged between young men and women as tokens of love. The Lingtan beads represent a steadfast and protective heart, while the Yunyu symbolizes gentle and eternal love. Wearing both on the wrist signifies a journey from first love to old age, accompanying each other year after year.

It's a unique kind of vow of eternal love.

Thinking about it this way, the doubts that had been lingering in my mind dissipated somewhat.

Meng Youyou picked up the bracelet, put it on her wrist, and examined it closely. After looking at it for a few moments, she liked it very much. She then held it out in front of him and asked, "Does it look good?"

She always seemed to like asking him this question—"Is it pretty?"—sometimes with a subject before it, sometimes without.

Huo Qingshan nodded seriously and said with a smile, "It looks good."

Without the slightest hesitation, with the same sincerity, it seemed as if there was no difference at this moment.

Meng Youyou stepped forward, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the man's neck and inhaling his scent.

Huo Qingshan reached out and hugged her back, his chin gently brushing against the hair on the top of her head, again and again.

"Don't you notice anything different about how you're holding me now compared to before?"

The man's tone carried a hint of doubt: "What's the difference?"

"I've definitely lost weight!" she replied quickly.

The man's right hand moved down a little, wrapping around the girl's waist. "You seem to have lost weight," he said, his palm briefly touching hers before releasing her. "Why have you lost weight?"

She pulled her head back slightly and gently bit the man's shoulder. "What do you think?"

When I bit down, I found that the whole thing was hard and painful.

Meng Youyou suddenly felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have felt sorry for him in the first place. If she hadn't changed her mind at the last minute and had bitten his neck instead, her teeth probably wouldn't have hurt.

Even though it didn't hurt much, her right shoulder still involuntarily flinched, and she whispered, "It's my fault."