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

Chapter 77 Who could have imagined?

When Zhou Shiyan came in, this was the scene he saw—the girl was smiling, her smile as beautiful as a flower, her eyes bright and her teeth white, and the man was also smiling, his lips slightly curved and his eyes full of tenderness.

It seemed that the two of them could only see each other.

Anyone who happens to glance at this beautiful scene will be unable to resist taking a second look.

However, when Zhou Shiyan saw this scene, he subconsciously frowned.

If this beautiful and lively girl were not a daughter of the Meng family, he would also be genuinely happy for his brother to have met the one he loves. But everything just happened to be so coincidental.

He glanced at Huo Qingshan again, confirming that the man's eyes held a tenderness he had never seen before. They had known each other for so many years, and the more unfamiliar this emotion was, the more uneasy he felt. He vaguely sensed that things seemed to be developing in an uncontrollable direction—as if "it was too late."

Zhou Shiyan and his colleagues, who had come from the capital together, found their seats with the help of the staff at the entrance of the auditorium.

Zhou Shiyan did not appear in front of Huo Qingshan until the opening ceremony officially began.

He knew this brother too well. With Huo Qingshan's long-cultivated keen insight that allowed him to be constantly aware of everything around him, he must have noticed his presence within half a minute of him entering the room.

The fact that they never made eye contact with him could only mean one thing—Huo Qingshan didn't want him to appear in front of them right now.

Zhou Shiyan suddenly burst out laughing while sitting in his seat.

His colleague, who was standing nearby, was startled and quickly asked, "What are you laughing at? Why did you do that all of a sudden?"

Zhou Shiyan couldn't help but chuckle and mumbled, "It's nothing. I just suddenly remembered a joke from a storytelling performance I heard at a teahouse not long ago, and I found it rather funny."

My colleague asked curiously, "What storybook is it that made you laugh like that?"

Zhou Shiyan pondered for a while before speaking: "Legend has it that there is a renowned Xuanqing Taoist Temple, which has passed down profound Taoist arts for generations. The Taoists in the temple all take cultivation as their primary goal and strictly abide by the precepts, and they enjoy a high reputation among the people. The lineage of the Xuanqing Temple Master has been passed down to Taoist Xuanfeng. He is exceptionally talented and single-mindedly devoted to the Tao. He has secluded himself in the mountains for many years to cultivate diligently, and his Taoist arts have become quite advanced."

One day, Xuanfeng went down the mountain for training and encountered a woman in white in the forest, whose face was extremely beautiful. In the end, Xuanfeng broke his vows and returned to secular life.

Several years later, Xuanfeng's nephew, Xuanying, also secretly pledged his life to a beautiful young woman while he was training down the mountain.

It turned out that the two beautiful women were actually demons who sucked people's yang energy; they had deliberately targeted Xuanqing Daoist's Taoist arts.

As for Xuanfeng's son, he was a proud and aloof man who once boasted, "I will definitely not follow in their footsteps," but... guess what?

Zhou Shiyan left this part a mystery.

My colleague was listening intently, but at the end he was met with a question, which annoyed him. However, he thought about it carefully and hesitantly asked, "He also met a beautiful woman, and then followed in her footsteps?"

Zhou Shiyan laughed: "I haven't heard the ending yet, but it should be close."

My colleague looked disappointed and said, "You're still telling me the story without an ending." Then he turned his head back and returned to the conversation he had been having with the people next to him.

Zhou Shiyan sat alone in his seat, falling into a long silence, the words Huo Qingshan had said in the office that day echoing in his ears: "Does the Meng family really think that every man in the Huo family will be unable to walk when he meets a woman from the Meng family?"

Back then, Huo Qingshan's eyes were filled with icy coldness when he said those words, a stark contrast to his current demeanor.

What amazed Zhou Shiyan the most was that, in just two months, the difference was like night and day.

Who would have thought?