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

Chapter 81 Willing to Spend a Lot

After Huo Qingshan approached, the man got straight to the point: "Your room or mine?"

Huo Qingshan replied succinctly, "Come to my place."

His tone and expression remained flat.

The scene of the two entering the room one after the other was witnessed by Shen Xi, who was coming out of the room.

In a flash of inspiration, he finally remembered where he had seen this person before—the young master of the Zhou family.

He stared at the closed door for a long time, pondering the possible connection between Huo Qingshan and the Huo family in the capital.

The room was pitch black, with the curtains drawn tightly shut, not a single gap.

But the dark environment seemed to have no effect on Huo Qingshan. The man's fingers pressed the switch on the wall with precision and decisiveness. With a "click", the light instantly filled the entire room.

Huo Qingshan stayed in a single room, which was not very big, about 20 square meters.

The floor was covered with a dark red carpet with a simple pattern, and directly opposite the door was a large bed with a wooden frame.

The head of the bed is against a beige wall, on which hangs an ordinary landscape oil painting.

As soon as I entered, the room was filled with the faint smell of Lysol, which was slightly pungent but not unpleasant.

Zhou Shiyan strode to the window, pulled back the curtains, and opened half of the window to let in some fresh air.

Turning around, I saw Huo Qingshan sitting casually on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples, looking rather unenthusiastic.

Zhou Shiyan was a little puzzled and spoke first: "Wasn't Battalion Commander Huo all smiles in the mess hall just now? What's wrong with him now?"

Huo Qingshan leaned back against the headboard, looked up at Zhou Shiyan with deep eyes and a calm tone: "I received the letter."

Zhou Shiyan curled his lips into a smile, tinged with sarcasm: "Of course I know that Battalion Commander Huo has already received the letter."

His tone was slightly cold.

"Shiyan," he called his name, his tone earnest yet tinged with helplessness.

Zhou Shiyan was momentarily dazed and didn't speak again.

The two grew up together and were about the same age. Huo Qingshan was only a few months older than him, but he always regarded Huo Qingshan as his own older brother.

In the years following Aunt Lin's passing, Huo Qingshan shut himself off and became quiet, but he still did what he was supposed to do, following the established procedures and even doing it better.

Yet he rarely showed his vulnerable side as a boy who had lost his mother.

He thought he was the person who understood his brother best in the world, but today he realized he was wrong; he was starting to understand him no longer.

Zhou Shiyan couldn't understand why someone who had watched him grow up, and whom he had watched grow up, would make such a choice.

Since he knew about the relationship between Meng Youyou and Meng Niaoniao, and also about the relationship between Meng Youyou and Meng Weiguang, wasn't he the one who hated the Meng family the most? How could he do this?

how could be?

Zhou Shiyan couldn't understand it... He thought it must be wishful thinking.

It must be like this.

Zhou Shiyan walked to the bedside, looked down at the person sitting on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Wanzhi gave birth to a son for Huo Tingdong in the first half of the year, and in the second half of the year, her father Meng Hehua was promoted one level."

Uncle Huo only has one son, Huo Tingdong.

After Meng Niaoniao married your father, she didn't cause much trouble, and Uncle Huo did manage to uphold his integrity. Do you think the situation will remain at a stalemate, with both sides evenly matched?

You've seriously underestimated Meng Weiguang's ambition.

Before I came to Ximing City, I received reliable information that Huo Yu'an is currently dating a university professor. Can you guess what kind of background this female professor has?

Zhou Shiyan paused deliberately for a moment, staring intently at Huo Qingshan's expression, trying to glean a hint of something unusual, but unfortunately he failed.

In his anger, he subconsciously raised his voice and said, word by word, "She's from the Foreign Languages ​​Department and used to be Mrs. Meng Weiguang's student."

Huo Qingshan, do you really think all of this is just a coincidence?

This was the first time he had addressed Huo Qingshan by his full name, and the first time he had spoken to him in such a manner. He was determined to shatter Huo Qingshan's wishful thinking and illusions without reservation.

Huo Qingshan closed his eyes, looking very tired.

Zhou Shiyan pressed his advantage, saying, "Speaking of which, Meng Weiguang is quite willing to spend a lot of money on your Huo family line. Huo Ershu and Huo Sanshu only sent their own grandnieces and students. After marrying his own daughter to your father, he now wants to give his own granddaughter to you."

If this were in ancient times, even King Goujian of Yue would have felt inferior to Meng Weiguang.

He continued to provoke her: "So, when Meng Youyou sees Meng Niaoniao in the future, should she call her 'Auntie' or...?"

"Zhou Shiyan," Huo Qingshan finally spoke up, as if he could no longer tolerate it.

Zhou Shiyan met a pair of extremely dark eyes, like a lion protecting its cubs on the grassland, sharp and dangerous, full of hostility.

Seeing this, Zhou Shiyan gave a self-deprecating laugh, as if he were laughing at his brother for standing against him for the sake of a woman, looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at an enemy.

But for whom did he do all this?
A fierce chill swept over him, and Zhou Shiyan turned away in disappointment, wanting to leave.

Huo Qingshan immediately stood up and called out to him, "Shi Yan."

His words were filled with deep helplessness and...powerlessness.

Zhou Shiyan suddenly stopped, neither turning around nor taking another step forward.

He heard a heavy sigh behind him.

In the end, he turned away.

……

The next morning, when Meng Youyou woke up, she was the only one left in the room. Looking down, she saw some bottles and jars on the bedside table.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a collection of hangover pills and powders.

Looking up again, I saw the bed opposite me. The blankets were folded neatly into perfect squares, and the sheets were without a single wrinkle.

Half of the warmth in my heart was replaced by surprise. I glanced at the time on my watch and realized I still had time.

For the first time ever, Meng Youyou began to seriously fold "tofu blocks," recalling the few remaining instructions her instructors had given her during military training. Her movements were somewhat clumsy; she folded and unfolded repeatedly, going back and forth several times before finally managing to get a reasonably satisfactory result.

As soon as I stepped downstairs and into the lobby, I saw a man standing there straight, holding an oil paper package and a black thermos.

Meng Youyou jogged over, but her steps were very light. She patted the man's left shoulder, but leaned her head to his right side.

Huo Qingshan obediently turned his head to look to his left rear, feigning a troubled and puzzled expression, muttering, "Where is he?"

Seeing this, Meng Youyou angrily punched him on the back and muttered, "Tch, this is boring."

Huo Qingshan turned around and smiled, "I tried the breakfast provided in the canteen here, and it seemed rather ordinary. I went to the market and bought you some local specialty breakfast and flower soy milk. Try them."