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

Chapter 38 Embracing Each Other

Several simply designed chandeliers hang from the ceiling of the banquet hall, their soft light evenly scattered across the neatly laid retro-patterned terrazzo floor, creating a faint halo.

A huge, colorful paper flower ball hangs from the ceiling in the very center, with vibrant ribbons swaying gently in the air.

The walls around the hall are covered with light beige tiles on the lower half and painted milky white on the upper half, with wooden wainscoting at the junction, exuding the texture of time.

A thin layer of talcum powder was sprinkled on the dance floor, and an old-fashioned gramophone and stacks of vinyl records were placed next to it.

Perhaps because the ball was of a higher standard than the daytime activities, leaders from various organizations arrived one after another in the evening.

Meng Youyou and the male host stood on the side of the dance floor, going over the script and familiarizing themselves with the rules and procedures.

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the entrance of the banquet hall. Startled by the sudden noise, Meng Youyou looked up in that direction.

Huo Qingshan stepped in, dressed in a sharp black suit. The suit was made of high-quality fabric, with a sophisticated and crisp cut and clean lines.

The man's broad shoulders perfectly filled out the suit, outlining a strong and stylish upper body silhouette.

His long, slender legs and crisp trousers complemented each other perfectly, and his steps were firm and powerful, carrying the unique perseverance and imposing presence of a soldier.

The man's cold and handsome face appeared even more angular under the banquet hall lights, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes exuding a captivating heroic spirit.

Meng Youyou gazed at him from afar, and the moment her eyes met his, she couldn't look away. Her throat involuntarily bobbed a few times as she secretly marveled, "Why can this scoundrel of a man be so outrageously handsome when he's wearing a suit?"

DouDou offered a friendly suggestion: [Host, quickly wipe your drool.]
Meng Youyou: "Stop being abstract, you're the one drooling!"

……

Before the ball officially began, the organizers had the girls anonymously vote for their favorite men. The man with the most votes had to invite a dance partner to dance the opening dance as the start of the ball.

However, when the voting results were announced, the winner of the highest number of votes seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and Huo Qingshan deservedly won the crown of the most popular man.

Meng Youyou wasn't surprised by the result, but she was still taken aback when she saw the number on the manuscript: 48 votes?
"Seriously, Arthur? Is it really that exaggerated? There are only 52 girls in total, isn't that a bit... too popular?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huo Qingshan awaited his choice.

Meng Youyou's tendency to make sarcastic remarks resurfaced: "If any girl gets chosen, wouldn't that mean she'll have 47 more rivals in just a few minutes?"

DouDou: [...What else could this be but sour grapes?]
Meng Youyou: "Are you saying I'm jealous that he's more popular than me?"

DouDou: [That's not what I meant! Don't pretend you don't understand!]
Meng Youyou: "..."

Huo Qingshan hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the crowd on the right side of the dance floor.

Xue Sisi's eyes suddenly lit up... At this moment, her eyes could only see him, and that person was getting closer and closer to her... and then they brushed past each other without stopping for a moment.

Xue Sisi turned around in disbelief and saw Huo Qingshan standing in front of Meng Youyou, bowing as if to invite her.

Meng Youyou's eyes widened slightly, and her mouth opened in a daze. At this moment, her brain had stopped working, mechanically replaying Huo Qingshan's words, "Your Highness, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

The voice was very low, only she could hear it.

And the pounding of her heart in her chest at that moment, only she could hear it.

Apart from that, she couldn't hear anything else; the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

Meng Youyou slowly reached out her somewhat stiff hand and placed it on Huo Qingshan's raised right hand.

Her fingertips were slightly cold, and her knuckles were a little stiff from tension. The man's palm was broad and warm, and he gently grasped her hand in return, with just the right amount of force, leading her to the center of the dance floor.

Huo Qingshan lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against Meng Youyou's ear, and asked softly, "Are you nervous?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou stiffened her neck and retorted arrogantly, "How could that be? Why would I be nervous?"

Huo Qingshan smiled slightly and asked again, "Can you dance?"

Meng Youyou raised her eyebrows, her cherry-red lips opening and closing: "I should be asking you that question."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Qingshan gently pulled with his right hand and then raised it slightly upwards.

Meng Youyou paused for a moment, then her body instinctively followed the force, and she turned gracefully, her skirt fluttering like butterfly wings.

She quickly reacted, her waist moving nimbly in sync with the spinning motion, her feet adjusting rapidly, and she began to dance lightly and gracefully.

The bright green in the dance floor is like a lively fairy, playfully entwining with the deep black, freely intertwining, merging, and swirling.

A flowing, fruit-green skirt swayed gracefully like a freely unfurling vine, each movement brimming with vibrant life. It lightly touched the black silhouette, seemingly caressing the distance between them with a mixture of reproach and joy, a subtle yet intimate touch, as if gently teasing them.

After another spin, Huo Qingshan's hand returned to Meng Youyou's lower back, and his fingertips suddenly touched a warm and delicate skin, which startled him.

The dance was nearing its end, but Meng Youyou was oblivious, intending to conclude the dance with a half-bend.

Huo Qingshan's eyes sharpened, and just as she was about to lean back, he gently put his left hand around Meng Youyou's waist and pulled her slightly to the right, changing the direction of her movement.

Meng Youyou glanced at him with some surprise, then heard a loud "sizzle" behind her, followed by a chill down her back.

Huo Qingshan then pulled Meng Youyou into his arms, his large body covering her smooth, bare back.

The surrounding crowd, witnessing this sudden scene, instantly erupted in a buzz. People began whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Meng Youyou and Huo Qingshan.

Standing in the corner, Xue Sisi's eyes widened instantly upon seeing this scene. She stared intently at the two embracing in the dance floor, her pupils burning with raging anger.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, and even the heavy makeup couldn't hide the ferocity and resentment on her face.

The zipper popped open so suddenly that Meng Youyou was a little stunned.

She instinctively reached out her hands behind her back and grabbed the ripped zipper back together.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan slightly widened the gap between his body and hers, and with quick and agile movements, he took off his coat and draped it over Meng Youyou.

He then turned slightly to the side, put his arm around her shoulder, and led her away from the banquet hall.

……

Meng Youyou went into the dressing room and didn't come out.

Huo Qingshan was a little worried, so he knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Huo Qingshan pushed open the door and entered, only to see...

The second round of the competition is coming to an end. Thank you for your support, folks!