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

Chapter 40 Support
The few people who remained were mostly Xue Sisi's colleagues and new, superficial friends she had just made that day. They deliberately raised their voices to comfort Xue Sisi: "Sisi, don't take some people's opinions to heart. Some women may look pretty, but they are actually very shady inside. They feel ashamed when they are exposed, so they try to drag others down with them."

As if afraid Meng Youyou wouldn't hear.

"Yes, Sisi, don't be sad. We're all on your side! This can't be let go so easily. Someone has been unfairly accused without any evidence. We have to make her apologize to you today."

"..."

Meng Youyou bit her lip tightly, not uttering a word, but simply straightening her back and staring intently at the end of the corridor. From beginning to end, no one knew what she was looking at.

The corridor was dimly lit, dividing it into several sections of alternating light and shadow.

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and a tall figure moved quickly at the end of the corridor.

The overhead light cast shadows that illuminated and dimmed the man's face.

He came running, his figure agile and his steps powerful.

As the distance closed, the man's figure gradually became clearer. One could see that his short hair was soaked with sweat, and his chest rose and fell slightly with the intense running.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Meng Youyou felt that she could clearly hear the other person's breathing.

Who says a peerless hero must arrive riding on auspicious clouds?

Even though he ran here on foot, he was still very cool!
In the blink of an eye, Huo Qingshan had stopped in front of Meng Youyou, slightly out of breath, his eyes fixed on her with unwavering focus: "Are you late?"

The illusion continued. The three ordinary words, coupled with his rarely gentle voice, unexpectedly made Meng Youyou detect a hint of doting. Subconsciously, she pieced together the four words that should follow: "Were you wronged?"

A belated wave of grievance washed over me, my emotions surging, and my eyes suddenly welled up with tears. I felt suffocated and inexplicably wanted to cry.

In a daze, Meng Youyou nodded hesitantly... but after realizing what was happening, she quickly shook her head vigorously.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan said softly, "Don't be afraid," and strode to Meng Youyou's side, facing Xue Sisi and her group. His eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and a chill ran through him.

Meng Youyou looked up at the tall, straight back of the man in front of her, and for a moment she couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was like her tongue had been stung by lemon juice, and then her mouth had been stuffed with a piece of honey, which was both sour and sweet.

Huo Qingshan first glanced at the scissors in Wang Tao's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke in a calm but icy tone: "Did you take these scissors out of your bag?"

His gaze sharpened like an arrow, and without warning, he turned his head to face Xue Sisi.

Xue Sisi, who had been holding her chin high with an arrogant expression, suddenly lost half her arrogance under the man's strong aura. The smug smile on her lips froze on her face, and her throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a single word, trembling: "Yes."

Huo Qingshan didn't look away. His tall figure exuded a sense of oppression. He took a step forward, and the chill emanating from him intensified. "Are these scissors yours?"

Xue Sisi felt as if that gaze could see right through her. Her heart trembled, and her legs went weak. When she spoke again, her voice trembled even more, and she stammered out a "yes".

His arrogance had completely vanished, leaving only a heart full of fear. He tried to shrink back, but dared not make a move.

Huo Qingshan's brows furrowed, his voice as cold and hard as iron, as if he had sentenced her to death: "You're lying!"

Having said that, he didn't look at her again, and strode straight towards Wang Tao. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out two pairs of scissors identical to those in Wang Tao's hand. He held them up in front of Wang Tao and said calmly, "These are the scissors I got from the tool room on the third floor of the state-run hotel. They use them to trim indoor plants. To facilitate standardized management of tools and equipment, state-run hotels assign special numbers to all items used inside, with the prefix 'GYFD,' and the subsequent numbers vary depending on the specific item."

Take these two pairs of scissors in my hand as an example, they are "GYFD JD001" and "GYFD JD003" respectively.

If nothing unexpected happens, the scissors Xue Sisi took out of her bag should be numbered "GYFD JD002". She most likely picked them up from the corridor near the potted plants when she was passing by before the ball.

Chairman Wang, could you please double-check this?

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao quickly looked down to examine the scissors in his hand. Sure enough, a long string of numbers was engraved on the inside of the handle. Due to its long service life, the rubber surface was rough, with deep and shallow scratches, but the basic letters and numbers were still recognizable, namely "GYFD JD002".

Wang Tao's face instantly darkened, veins bulging on his forehead. He whirled around and shoved the scissors at Xue Sisi, his voice rising with anger: "Xue Sisi, look for yourself, what else do you have to say for yourself?"

Xue Sisi swayed slightly, then quickly took the scissors in disbelief. When she finally saw the neat string of numbers on them, the light in her eyes vanished, her shoulders slumped, and she deflated like a punctured balloon.

The girls who had previously stood up for her and defended her now pretended to be deaf and dumb, unable to utter a single word.

Huo Qingshan spoke up at the right moment, his tone seemingly calm but concealing an undeniable force: "Chairman Wang, the truth has come to light. Xue Sisi deliberately damaged Comrade Meng Youyou's dress zipper, causing Comrade Meng Youyou serious mental distress."

Everyone came to this friendly gathering with the intention of fostering harmonious exchanges, and no one wanted to see something like this happen.

But now that this has happened, and Comrade Meng Youyou is a member of our 624 Border Defense Force, we naturally cannot sit idly by. I hope Chairman Wang can, on behalf of the textile factory, provide a reasonable explanation to both Comrade Meng Youyou personally and our 624 Border Defense Force.”

Wang Tao felt a few fine beads of sweat appear on his forehead. He quickly wiped his forehead, his expression full of guilt and panic. He hurriedly said, "This matter is due to our unit's inadequate supervision of personnel. We are really sorry for this mistake."

I'll have Xue Sisi apologize to Comrade Meng Youyou first. We'll compensate her for the dress at its original price. We've also caused Comrade Meng Youyou some emotional distress, so we'll pay her 100 yuan for emotional damages in full.

Tomorrow I will report this matter to higher authorities in detail. Once the factory's decision regarding Xue Sisi is finalized, I will send someone to inform you promptly and ensure a proper resolution.

After saying that, he glared at Xue Sisi and shouted, "Hurry up and apologize to Comrade Meng Youyou!"

Xue Sisi trembled violently, her face flushing red and then turning pale. After hesitating for a while, she finally stammered under the increasingly intense pressure of Wang Tao's gaze: "Comrade Meng... Comrade Meng Youyou, I was wrong. I was bewitched and did this foolish thing. I'm sorry, I apologize to you."

Towards the end of her sentence, her tone even carried a hint of a sob, whether genuine or not.

……

When the farce finally came to an end, Wang Tao, with a dark and sullen face, led his group from the textile factory away.

Only the two of them remained standing together in the corridor.

Meng Youyou stared intently at Huo Qingshan's face, not blinking.

Huo Qingshan was puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Meng Youyou nodded seriously, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, stood on tiptoe, and wiped his forehead, murmuring softly, "Why are there so many rust stains on your head?"

I'd love to get some recommendation votes!
(I've been struggling to update lately, and each chapter is constantly being revised, so my posting times are a bit irregular. I apologize for this, as it may affect your reading experience. I'm actively trying to adjust.)
However, I am very grateful to all the readers who have been following this book!