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

Chapter 24 Yang Xiaofeng

The following evening, Meng Youyou and Chu Yao returned to the campsite together after finishing their work.

Huo Qingshan didn't come back with them today. In the afternoon, an elderly man came all the way from a village seven or eight kilometers away with a cane to see a doctor. Huo Qingshan was worried about letting the old man go back alone, so he borrowed a tricycle from the village chief to take the old man back.

After resting for a while in the tent, Meng Youyou began asking the soldiers in the camp if the military truck driver, Li Hu, had returned.

After waiting and waiting, we finally saw an old-fashioned military green truck slowly driving towards the camp area. The driver's figure was vaguely visible in the cab, swaying slightly with the bumps of the vehicle.

As the truck approached, Meng Youyou happily went to greet it, and the truck smoothly came to a stop in front of her.

With a soft braking sound, the dust that had been kicked up around the tires slowly settled.

The driver's side window slowly rolled down, and Li Hu leaned halfway out. His somewhat dark face showed apology as he looked at Meng Youyou and said, "Translator Meng, have you been waiting here long? I really don't know much about buying children's clothes, so I've been delayed quite a bit."

Meng Youyou smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing, I just got back too. Thank you for your hard work today, did you buy everything I wanted?"

Li Hu smiled憨厚ly, patted the car window frame, and said, "I've bought everything. It took me quite a bit of effort to buy all of this."

"thank you."

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On his way back after dropping the old man off at home, Huo Qingshan saw a group of children gathered in the grove by the roadside, pushing and shoving one of the little boys.

He frowned, and unconsciously quickened his pedaling speed.

On the earthen slope, Xiaofeng was surrounded by four boys.

A chubby boy sneered, "Yang Xiaofeng, you must have stolen that new broom you brought today, right?"

One of the taller boys quickly chimed in, "Of course! He hasn't even paid his school fees for a month yet, where would he get the money to buy a new broom? Do you remember the last big clean-up? The broom he brought was practically worn out."

"Hahahaha, penniless bastard."

"..."

Xiaofeng took a step back and timidly said, "I didn't steal it. I made the broom myself."

"You're lying. You don't even have a sorghum field, so where did the sorghum stalks come from?"

“I didn’t lie, the sorghum stalks were… I…”

As Xiaofeng backed away, she accidentally tripped over a protruding tree root on the ground. Her thin body swayed a few times before she fell straight to the ground, scraping her palm.

"Yang Xiaofeng, what's the use of getting first place in the class? Your parents don't want you anymore. You're just a good-for-nothing wild child."

……

Xiaofeng curled up helplessly on the ground, her eyes filled with terror, but she was powerless to resist.

Huo Qingshan's face grew increasingly grim. When he was still a few steps away from them, he shouted, "What are you doing!"

The shout was so powerful, like a thunderclap, that it made the four little boys freeze.

They turned their heads and saw a tall man staring at them with a furious expression. His eyes were like a lion staring at its prey, exuding a strong sense of oppression. Their legs went weak with fear, and they instinctively took off running.

Less than two minutes later, Huo Qingshan brought the four runaway boys back like chickens and made them stand in a row in front of Xiaofeng.

Huo Qingshan's face was ashen, his sharp gaze sweeping across each of their faces. He said in a deep, angry voice, "Is this how your teachers taught you at school? Bullying classmates? Go apologize to Xiaofeng."

Xiaofeng slowly got up from the ground, her eyes red, like a frightened rabbit with her head down, her body trembling, her hair messy, and her clothes covered in dust, looking utterly disheveled.

Under Huo Qingshan's oppressive aura, the four boys looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and unease. They walked shakily to Xiao Feng one by one and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito humming.

Huo Qingshan sternly reprimanded, "Speak louder! You weren't speaking this softly when you were laughing at others."

The four were startled again, shuddering several times, and simultaneously raised their voices: "Sorry, we were wrong."

After apologizing, the group seemed to have been granted a pardon and turned to leave again.

Huo Qingshan stepped forward, his massive frame blocking their path, his eyes sharp as knives: "Don't let me hear you utter a single word like 'wild child' or 'poor wretch' again. I've memorized all four of you. Tomorrow, each of you will submit a 1,000-word self-criticism to your homeroom teacher, clearly stating what you did today. I'll be going to your school tomorrow, and if I find anyone who hasn't submitted one..."

Huo Qingshan didn't say what he was going to say, he just kept looking them straight in the eye...

Every word and every glance from Huo Qingshan was like a heavy hammer blow, striking their heads again and again, making their faces grow increasingly pale.

……

Huo Qingshan took the injured Xiaofeng back to the camp.

On the way, Xiaofeng sat in the back of the car, holding a broken broom in her arms, gazing at the tall and imposing back of the man in front of her.

Suddenly, someone spoke up: "Uncle, my father is a hero, just like you!"

The sound wasn't loud, mixed with the rustling wind, but Huo Qingshan still heard it.

"And then?" Huo Qingshan answered as he rode his bicycle.

“I heard from my grandma that he was a very good soldier who had made meritorious contributions in the army. I still have his medals under my pillow. He was injured in a mission and retired. Three years ago, he jumped into the water to save Sister Xiaobei, but he couldn’t get ashore on his own.”

"Yes, your dad is amazing! He's a hero!"

Huo Qingshan consciously avoided mentioning Xiaofeng's mother, because he knew that Xiaofeng's mother left the Yang family with all their savings and pension less than a year after his father's death. Before leaving, she sold the newly built house of the Yang family and even rented out the Yang family's only two plots of land, which were rented out for twenty years.

They left only a dilapidated mud house for the elderly woman in her sixties and her toddler under five years old. The two of them have been living together ever since, struggling to make a living.

……

Meng Youyou was just about to head to Xiaofeng's house with her things when she saw Huo Qingshan driving Xiaofeng back.

When she saw the marks on Xiaofeng's body... she exploded!
She strode forward and asked urgently, "Xiaofeng, were you bullied at school? Who did it? Tell me, I'll go find him!"

Huo Qingshan got out of the car and reached out to lift Xiaofeng out of the car. "Don't get excited. The child is injured. Take Xiaofeng to get some medicine first. I'll tell you the rest later."

Hearing this, Meng Youyou calmed down. She reached out and gently touched Xiaofeng's head, her eyes full of heartache: "Xiaofeng, go with your sister to apply the medicine."

……

(End of this chapter)