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

Chapter 84 Will Midori agree to his request?
In the conference room, someone would always walk to the front and talk non-stop, taking turns to speak, leaving those who were studying diligently almost no time to catch their breath.

Meng Youyou rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly out the window.

The weather outside was gloomy all morning, with leaden-gray clouds hanging low in the sky like a huge gray curtain.

Even sitting by the window, they didn't enjoy the "good lighting" that Shen Xi had casually mentioned.

The top of a tall metasequoia tree was level with Meng Youyou's line of sight on the fourth floor, standing alone and isolated from the world. Meng Youyou looked at it listlessly.

After the leaves have fallen, the trunk of the dawn redwood tree appears even more upright, giving it an unstoppable momentum. However, upon closer inspection, its grayish-brown bark reveals its weathered appearance.

The bare branches stretched forlornly toward the sky, their length visible at a glance.

Not finding it particularly interesting, Meng Youyou was about to look away when a chestnut-brown waxwing fluttered its wings and gracefully arrived.

It landed precisely on the tiny specks of green at the very top of the tree.

Birds are really intelligent, Meng Youyou thought to herself.

They are good at discovering the beauty that the human eye misses.

She thought of that line—"In this white and gray plain, she is the only green spot I can see," for no reason at all.

Watanabe called Midori one last time and said, "I want to talk to you no matter what. I have so much to say, so much that I have to say. I have no other desires in the whole world but you. I want to see you, I want to talk to you, and we can start over together."

Midori remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, before finally asking in a calm voice, "Where are you now?"

The story ends abruptly here, a typical Haruki Murakami-style ending.

Will Midori grant his request?

Seventeen-year-old Meng Youyou wrote the following in her book review assignment given by her Chinese teacher: Thoughts on reading "Norwegian Wood"... How could a girl who bravely pursues love, who persistently seeks something perfect and pure love—a 100% romance—once again walk towards that elusive "ancient well"?
As her consciousness returned, her chaotic thoughts drifted to some unknown place in the distance, where Meng Youyou happened to see the chestnut-brown waxwing pecking away the last green bud on the treetop.

A ripple of emotion stirred within me.

……

After a whole morning of fussing, get out of class was finally over.

Meng Youyou deliberately lingered in the conference room a little longer before slowly descending the stairs.

When she reached the lobby on the first floor, Meng Youyou still saw the man waiting there. He always stood straight, and his superior figure and unique temperament made it easy for her to spot him at a glance, even as she passed through the crowds.

Meng Youyou walked up naturally and asked, "Waiting for me?"

The man gave a soft "hmm" and tried to reach out to touch Meng Youyou's hand.

Meng Youyou smiled and placed the thermos into the man's outstretched hand, her lips curving into a smile: "You take the cup."

Huo Qingshan's right hand stiffened for a moment. He glanced at Meng Youyou, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Let's go eat. If you don't want to eat in the cafeteria, I'll take you out to eat. We have enough time for lunch today, but it might not be possible tomorrow."

Just then, a bespectacled man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a black leather notebook, with a gentle smile on his lips, interrupting their conversation: "Excuse me for interrupting you a little, I have a translation question I'd like to ask Comrade Meng Youyou, is that convenient?"

Huo Qingshan saw Meng Youyou suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, then smiled and said to him, "Why don't you go eat first? I'll talk to this comrade first. It might take a while. We'll go eat together after we're done discussing it." Huo Qingshan's eyes darkened slightly. He was about to say something when he saw Meng Youyou turn and leave without hesitation.

The bespectacled man was also a little confused and didn't react for a moment. The question he originally wanted to ask could have been explained in two or three minutes, but since he could bother him for the entire lunch break, it was naturally the best thing to do.

He quickly followed, and before leaving, he politely nodded to Huo Qingshan to say goodbye.

Although this powerful and sullen man never looked down at her once, he kept his eyes fixed on the girl's back as she walked away.

The same thing happened in the afternoon. When Meng Youyou came downstairs, she immediately saw Huo Qingshan waiting at the entrance of the lobby. She turned her head and whispered a few words to Xu Wenyuan beside her, and then ran to Huo Qingshan.

He smiled and said, "I have some things to discuss with Comrade Xu later, so you don't need to wait for me. I'll be going now."

The curve of his smile was exactly the same as in the morning—a standard fake smile.

Huo Qingshan could tell.

But the person ran off again in a flash, and he didn't have a chance to speak.

……

At night, Huo Qingshan stood at the window at the end of the hotel corridor, enjoying the breeze. Outside, the night was deep and dark.

Footsteps approached from behind, but he didn't react. He could tell that most of the people around him were making their footsteps.

Zhou Shi reached out to close the window, muttering, "On such a cold day, you specially came here to enjoy the night breeze. Battalion Commander Huo, you're in quite a mood."

After that less-than-pleasant conversation that night, Zhou Shiyan came to understand Huo Qingshan's attitude. Although he no longer hoped to stop it, he was still somewhat unwilling.

But then again, he's still his brother, and there's no such thing as holding a grudge overnight.

Zhou Shiyan started a conversation: "Aunt Lin's death anniversary is coming soon. I plan to stay in Ximing City for a few more days this time. We'll go to Fanzhou City together to visit Aunt Lin before we go back."

Huo Qingshan gave a curt "hmm" without any emotion, his gaze remaining fixed on the view outside the window.

Seeing his pathetic state, Zhou Shiyan was annoyed. He lost all reason in an instant and blurted out, "Are you planning to take Meng Youyou to see Aunt Lin this time?"

He said to himself, "You two just got together, it shouldn't be like that."

What about next time, and the time after that?
But I think Aunt Lin probably wouldn't want to see Meng Youyou. She looks so much like her aunt, and after all, Aunt Lin died so…”

His words abruptly stopped, Zhou Shiyan couldn't bear to continue, because he clearly saw the unyielding pain in the man's eyes.

Reason returned instantly, and Zhou Shiyan began to regret why he had impulsively brought up something he shouldn't have.

He sighed, then lowered his head and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry."

Huo Qingshan reached out and patted Zhou Shiyan's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, and forced a smile: "Brother knows you're doing this for my own good, brother doesn't blame you."

Zhou Shiyan looked up and stared directly into the other person's eyes, asking the question that had been troubling him for so long with utmost seriousness: "Brother, why?...Why does it have to be her?"