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

Chapter 2 First Encounter—"Tense and Ready to Fight"

Extreme terror had clouded Meng Youyou's consciousness; blurry visions began to appear before her eyes, and weak sobs escaped her throat.

Before long, she vaguely felt as if she had been dragged into a bottomless forest, with passing branches constantly scraping against her body.

"I'm probably going to die here today."

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Youyou regained consciousness and opened her eyes to see a tall man in military uniform and the burly kidnapper wrestling about four or five meters away from her, their punches landing hard.

After a fierce struggle, the soldier gradually gained the upper hand. His eyes were resolute and his movements were decisive and swift. He raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it fiercely into the kidnapper's chest.

The moment the dagger pierced his flesh, the kidnapper shuddered, his face contorted in pain, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes glazed over as if he had lost all ability to resist.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou thought the battle was about to end and breathed a sigh of relief, but then she saw the kidnapper suddenly pull out a grenade from somewhere after being stabbed.

Huo Qingshan instantly sensed danger, his eyes narrowed, and he forcefully pushed away the dagger in his hand. Then, he quickly kicked the grenade away into the distance.

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran towards Meng Youyou, instantly throwing himself on top of her.

Meng Youyou felt a powerful force coming at her, and she was pressed tightly down. She could feel the heat of the person's body.

With a loud bang, the grenade exploded not far away, and the shockwave caused the surrounding trees to shake violently.

Before Meng Youyou completely fainted, she seemed to hear a low and suppressed groan.

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When she woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Meng Youyou felt a headache. She tried to sit up, but when she moved her body, a sharp pain shot through her waist. She slowly raised her hands, which were covered with abrasions of all sizes, as if reminding her of the ordeal she had endured the day before.

She turned her head slightly and found that she had changed into a clean and tidy light green cotton shirt, with a simple and elegant style, which had the unique understated charm of this era.

Despite the pain in her body, she wanted to know the details of last night's battle, desperately wanting to know if the soldier who had shielded her with his body at the critical moment when the grenade was about to explode was injured, and how badly he was injured.
As soon as Meng Youyou arrived at the training ground, she heard the meal bell ring. The soldiers on the training ground quickly sprang into action and ran towards the assembly point.

Meng Youyou pushed through the crowd and saw a somewhat lonely figure running hard on the playground. She looked closely and realized that it was Company Commander Zhang from yesterday's inspection post.
She ran over quickly, and Zhang Yong stopped when he saw her running in front of him.

"Company Commander Zhang, are you alright?"

"I'm not injured, but how are you feeling, Translator Meng? Is there anything bothering you?"

"I'm fine, nothing serious. Company Commander Zhang, why are you running here alone while everyone else has gone to eat?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yong stammered as he explained, "...During the tactical execution last night, I made a serious mistake in my work, and our battalion commander punished me by making me run ten kilometers. By the way, translator Meng, please don't call me Company Commander Zhang anymore. I'm the deputy company commander now, and that's not appropriate."

After a conversation, Meng Youyou had a pretty good understanding of what happened last night.

It turned out that the border patrol team had noticed something amiss before she discovered the problem and notified Zhang Yong, who was on duty at the checkpoint, to let her pass directly via walkie-talkie. The base had already sent people to ambush ahead, but Meng Youyou's actions caused complications, resulting in two new recruits at the checkpoint being injured.

Meng Youyou was a little agitated: "That was my mistake, what does it have to do with you? How could your battalion commander blame you and demote you? Can leaders just act like this without distinguishing right from wrong?"

Zhang Yong's expression changed instantly as he watched the man approaching from behind Meng Youyou. He quickly stopped him, saying, "Translator Meng, please don't say that. You need to be careful about what you say in the military."

Meng Youyou, completely oblivious to anything amiss, continued to complain: "If you ask me, your battalion commander would be the kind of incompetent, corrupt official who can't distinguish right from wrong if he were in ancient times."

Then a cold, sharp male voice rang in his ears: "Zhang Yong, who told you to stop? Keep running."

"Yes, Battalion Commander." After saying that, Zhang Yong immediately adjusted his posture, and his legs, like springs, mustered all his strength and sprinted forward.

Meng Youyou's heart skipped a beat when she heard the chilling male voice. She instinctively straightened her back and turned around to look.

A man stood there like a towering mountain, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at him.

A flicker of panic crossed Meng Youyou's face, but she quickly regained her composure and asked, "You're his battalion commander?"

The man's gaze swept over Meng Youyou like a sharp blade, his eyes seemingly able to pierce through people's hearts, carrying a chilling scrutiny: "Yes."

A single, brief word, yet it struck with the force of ice shards hitting the ground, conveying his absolute authority and unquestionable authority.

Meng Youyou was instantly stunned by his imposing aura. A model student since childhood, she had never met anyone like him in her twenty-plus years of life. He commanded respect without anger, his presence incredibly powerful. She tried to compose herself and forced herself to continue negotiating: "I...I'm sure you heard what I just said. I didn't mean to speak ill of you behind your back, but I genuinely think your decision was flawed. It's unfair to Company Commander Zhang; if it's not his fault, he shouldn't be blamed."

The man opposite him smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, his gaze filled with disdain: "If it's not his fault, then whose fault is it?"

Meng Youyou felt extremely ashamed and angry. After a fierce internal struggle, she bravely admitted: "It's my fault, it's my problem. I shouldn't have taken it upon myself to affect your internal action plan."

After saying that, he still wanted to defend himself: "I didn't think that much at the time. I just arrived here and don't know much about the situation. I didn't do it on purpose, and I didn't know that my actions would directly lead to soldiers being injured."

"A bunch of excuses. Knowing he didn't understand the situation, he still acted on his own. He was reckless, impulsive, and disregarded the consequences. His single-minded thinking was extremely dull. On the battlefield, your self-righteousness and arrogance could very likely lead to unpredictable and serious consequences. I'm now punishing him by making him run ten kilometers and demoting him to deputy company commander, which is a lenient punishment."

“One person does the work and one person takes the blame. There’s no reason for others to take the blame for my mistakes. You can just punish me directly.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan merely raised his chin slightly and tugged at his eyebrows: "A high-level translator specially dispatched by the Central Committee. Miss, you've condescended to come to our little shabby place to gain experience. The entire army is afraid of neglecting Translator Meng, let alone who would dare to punish you?" His tone was full of nonchalant arrogance and disdain.

Meng Youyou couldn't stand the other person's disdainful attitude towards her, and her temper flared up instantly: "Do you think you're so great just because you're a battalion commander? Who do you look down on? I made a mistake, and I admit it. You can punish me however you want, I have no objection. What kind of man is this who just talks sarcastic and mean? You're not manly at all. I look down on you."

On their way back from lunch, a group of soldiers happened to witness this scene while passing the parade ground. The newly arrived, beautiful translator pointed at their ruthless tyrant and angrily shouted, "You're not a man!!!"

Everyone looked troubled, wanting to find a hole to hide in and escape to get away from this tense scene.

Huo Qingshan's expression was far from pleasant. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and his once deep eyes were now burning with intense anger, as if they might scorch the person in front of him at any moment: "Fine, punish him however you want."

The man turned and called out to Zhang Yong, who was not far away, "Zhang Yong, no need to run anymore, let's go eat now."

He turned back to Meng Youyou and continued, "He has five kilometers left. You run for him. You are not allowed to eat or sleep until you finish tonight." He looked directly into Meng Youyou's eyes, his gaze filled with a dark and imposing aura.

Meng Youyou felt a little dizzy. Always physically weak, the 800-meter run in the university physical fitness test always nearly killed her. Five kilometers? What did that even mean? It was enough to kill her three times over…

But the situation is starkly clear, and the harsh words have already been spoken; we can't just back down now, that would be too embarrassing.

Besides, who knows what kind of joke this damn battalion commander in front of her will make of her?

Meng Youyou had put herself in a precarious position, with no room for maneuver. She had no choice but to accept the other party's arrangement. She angrily retorted, "Tch, fine, I'll run then. Who's afraid of who?"

He turned around and started running around the playground.

As darkness fell, the orange-red sunset was slowly wiped away by an invisible hand, replaced by a thick, inky night.

Meng Youyou took difficult steps, her clothes already soaked with sweat.

Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, her breathing was heavy, and her legs felt as heavy as lead, each step seemingly requiring all her strength.

Her hair clung messily to her cheeks, damp and glistening. Her eyes were filled with weariness and pain, yet also held a hint of stubbornness.

Meng Youyou felt that her body had reached its limit and she could collapse at any moment, but she still gritted her teeth and tried her best to persevere, not wanting to be looked down upon by that arrogant officer.

Entrusted by Zhang Yong, Zhong Heng secretly ran over to deliver dinner to Meng Youyou. He stopped the girl who was running slowly on the playground: "Comrade Meng, eat something first, you'll have the energy to keep running."

Meng Youyou looked at the newcomer. His skin was a healthy wheat color, and he had a bright smile on his lips that was a bit out of character for a military camp, breaking the initial impression that this place had given Meng Youyou, which was too serious and dull.

Meng Youyou didn't hesitate for long and refused decisively: "I said I would accept the punishment, and I will keep my word. It's not that your battalion commander suddenly took pity on me and let me eat, is it? Or is he so cunning that he sent you out to lure me into violating the rules, and he's setting a trap for me?"

Zhong Heng was completely confused. "What entrapment? Zhang Yong asked me to come and deliver food to you. He felt bad that you stood in front of him and took the punishment for him today, but he still has a self-criticism to write, so this task fell to me. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zhong Heng."

"Zhong Heng," Meng Youyou repeated the name softly. "I remember now. Company Commander Zhang mentioned you to me this afternoon. Last night, you led the team to ambush the enemy and ultimately caught them all in one fell swoop. I haven't had a chance to properly thank you yet. Thank you for saving me."

Zhong Heng scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "Actually, it's not entirely my doing. You don't need to thank me. In the end, it was our battalion commander who made the good arrangements, and last night he was the one who..."

Meng Youyou was furious whenever she heard the name of their battalion commander, and interrupted him, saying, "Stop flattering him. I don't want to talk about him right now."

(End of this chapter)