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

Chapter 75 "Did I say that?"

The opening ceremony of the exchange event was held in a large auditorium conference room in the Provincial People's Government building.

Inside the auditorium, the dome soars high, and the milky white ceiling is decorated with simple plaster lines that radiate outwards, highlighting the spaciousness of the space.

The walls are covered with beige marble with natural and smooth textures, while the lower one-meter-high wainscoting is dark wood-colored, gleaming with the patina of age.

Rows of deep red velvet seats are neatly arranged, with armrests made of shiny brass that, despite slight wear, cannot hide their exquisite craftsmanship.

The corridor was covered with a thick, soft, dark red carpet, which quietly absorbed the sound of footsteps.

The auditorium doors were open, and officers, soldiers, and people with special technical skills from different local units walked in one after another.

These people, either in twos and threes or alone, gradually filled the empty seating area along the aisle.

Meng Youyou sat in her seat and, within half an hour, she witnessed various groups of people coming in and making a point of greeting Huo Qingshan beside her, which surprised her somewhat.

This person's cold and aloof personality doesn't seem like someone who has friends all over the world.

After exchanging pleasantries, the group left.

Taking advantage of a lull, Meng Youyou asked, "How do you know so many people?"

She originally wanted to ask how so many people knew her, but at the last second she switched the subject and object.

Huo Qingshan turned his head to look at her and answered softly, "I've worked with some of them on missions, some were recruits I trained when they were new recruits and were later assigned to other places, and some were my fellow students from the same military academy."

Meng Youyou's curiosity was suddenly piqued. "Were you famous when you were in military school? Were you a prominent figure?"

Huo Qingshan thought for a moment and replied, "It's alright."

"Tch~", Meng Youyou commented, not quite believing it. "Pretentious modesty."

Huo Qingshan chuckled softly, the curve of his lips slightly faint, but the smile in his eyes was deep, and there seemed to be a hint of doting in his eyes: "Compared to you, I am indeed only so-so."

Meng Youyou blinked in confusion, "What do you mean by comparing me? How do you know what it was like when I was in school?"

After recalling for a few seconds, Huo Qingshan said, "You told me last time that you were the school beauty when you were in school, and that a lot of people pursued you."

Meng Youyou's lips twitched, and she repeated incredulously, "I said I was the school beauty?"

The increasingly heavy tone of his voice directly conveyed the immense shock he felt at that moment.

"I even said that a lot of people are pursuing me?" The second rhetorical question carried a more accusatory tone, as if to say, you'd better think it over carefully!
Huo Qingshan nodded honestly.

Meng Youyou: "..."

Meng Youyou feels that her idol image is being tarnished in her later years; what's the difference between that and a house collapsing?
But still clinging to a last glimmer of hope, he pressed on, asking, "When did I say that?"

Huo Qingshan looked at the unusually rich expressions on the girl's face and couldn't help but chuckle, but he still managed to suppress his laughter. "The last time you were drunk, before I carried you into the car..."

Oh my god!!!

Meng Youyou, who is now being publicly shamed for her narcissistic personality after drinking, famously said, "Alcohol is really no good!"

Huo Qingshan reached out and ruffled Meng Youyou's hair, then leaned close to her ear and said with a smile, "I believe you."

Her smile was gentle.

A hint of doubt flickered in Meng Youyou's eyes, but in the next second she understood that what he meant by that sentence could be expanded to mean—I believe that what you said is true.

The initial embarrassment was gradually replaced by shyness, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

Her heart was pounding with excitement, but she changed the subject, saying something completely different: "And you? Did you have a lot of admirers when you were in school?"

He acted as if nothing had happened.

There are very few girls in military academies.

This is the answer given by Huo Qingshan.

At first glance, it seems to make sense, but something feels off. Hmm, what is it? ... "Why don't you answer my question directly?"

Meng Youyou asked.

Huo Qingshan: "..."

While Huo Qingshan was still pondering how to answer the question, someone else came over to greet him.

"Senior brother~"

A clear female voice interrupted their conversation.