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

Chapter 88 "He...likes me too."

In the room, Chu Yao sat at the table studying.

The only light in the entire room was a table lamp on the desk. The glass material had subtle vertical stripes, and the lampshade was a classic dark green. When the light was on, it tamed the light into an extremely gentle state.

The dim, yellow light shone through the lampshade, as if filtered, and evenly fell on Chu Yao's face and every corner of the room.

After washing up, Meng Youyou lay on the bed and casually looked at the girl's back.

She lowered her head slightly, but her back was straight and her posture was healthy. She would turn the pages of her book from time to time, and then stop, pick up the pen next to her, and add something in the blank space of her notebook.

Meng Youyou was somewhat lost in thought, and under the influence of her roommate's diligent and hardworking attitude, she unconsciously felt ashamed and uneasy.

I silently warned myself that I must not be distracted during tomorrow's learning exchange and must listen attentively.

As I was thinking, my mind began to wander again. I raised my right hand and admired the colorful bracelet on my wrist by the light of the desk lamp. Red, green, blue... it had all sorts of colors.

She was just casually playing with it when, unexpectedly, a rather unique scene caught her eye and instantly drew her attention.

Meng Youyou's heart stirred, and she quickly moved closer, her eyes fixed on one of the jade beads, whose interior seemed to have faint patterns.

She examined it carefully, and as her vision gradually cleared, the carved marks finally revealed four small, elegant characters—"My lifelong love."

The unexpected discovery, along with the immense joy, was about to overwhelm her.

When the fog cleared, Meng Youyou realized she was wrong, terribly wrong.

Huo Qingshan is not some calm "ancient well"; he is a bottomless "whirlpool," turbulent and dangerous. Once you get close, there is no way to escape.

Chu Yao closed her reference book and notebook, stretched her neck slightly, and turned to Meng Youyou, saying, "I'm going to turn off the lights, is that okay?"

Meng Youyou was taken aback for a moment. "Ah, it's okay, you can continue. Don't worry about me. This lamp won't disturb my sleep."

"I've seen enough, now I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, then turn off the light."

The lights went out, the light suddenly disappeared, and we were plunged into darkness.

Meng Youyou heard Chu Yao groping her way to the bed. A dozen seconds later, the room became completely quiet.

After hesitating for a long time, Meng Youyou spoke in the silence of the room: "Chu Yao".

She called her name.

After a while, a soft "hmm" came from the bed next door.

"Who was that man who came to the military base to see you last time?"

Chu Yao paused for a moment before answering, "My younger brother."

This time it was Meng Youyou's turn to be silent. She was thinking about the right words. After a while, she slowly said, "I saw him on Pingyuan Street last time. It seemed like he lost money gambling, and then a lot of people were chasing and beating him."

Chu Yao reacted indifferently, simply giving a light "Oh".

Meng Youyou shifted her body to the side and tilted her head to call out to her, "Chu Yao."

She just said "Mmm".

"He probably gambled away all the money you gave him last time. You've only been a sanitation worker for two years, and your salary isn't high. If you keep subsidizing him like this, it will only be a bottomless pit."

It's better to save the money you earn yourself.

"This is probably none of my business. Just think of it as meddling in other people's business."

“I know,” he said in his calm, unchanged tone. “He told me last time that Grandma was sick and needed money for treatment, but his family couldn’t afford it. I know he didn’t use all the money he asked for to pay for Grandma’s treatment, but he would probably use some, after all, she’s his own grandmother.” Meng Youyou was a little puzzled: “Then why don’t you just take some time off and go home to take Grandma to see a doctor yourself? That way, your brother won’t skimp on your money.”

After another long silence, just when Meng Youyou thought she wouldn't answer the question, Chu Yao finally spoke again: "That home... is very dangerous, I can't go back."

"Aren't they good to you?" Meng Youyou suddenly remembered what she had said last time—"The more people I meet, the more I like dogs."

What must one have gone through to say something like that?

“I was adopted. My grandmother has always been the best to me. My parents have always favored my younger brother, but... they haven’t been too bad to me either. At least they were willing to support me through vocational school.”

And to be honest, without them, I would have frozen to death on the winter streets long ago. They gave me my life.

But I've already returned it to them..."

At this point, Chu Yao abruptly stopped, not continuing the conversation.

She belatedly realized that she had actually revealed some of her true feelings to Meng Youyou, and she was very surprised. But then she thought about it and realized that this girl really did have an indescribable magic that could make people unconsciously let down their guard and treat her with honesty.

Huo Qingshan was like that, and she was no exception.

She immediately changed the subject, "Tell me about you, have you two made up?"

Meng Youyou was shocked: "Is it that obvious?"

Chu Yao was speechless for once. She pointed out, "When he brought you back, there was a very obvious scab on your lips. I initially judged that it was left about fifteen minutes ago, which matches the redness and swelling of your lips perfectly."

Meng Youyou blushed instantly. Hidden in the darkness, no one could see her, but she still shrank her head further under the covers and exclaimed, "Your professional skills are really amazing."

"What? You don't mind now that you said last time that he didn't like you that much?"

Meng Youyou explained softly, "He...likes me too."

The last syllable carried a hint of shyness unique to young girls.

Chu Yao didn't ask why, because she had eyes and she could see it.

She simply commented, "You're very lucky."

How lucky.

Chu Yao didn't ask Meng Youyou such a foolish question as, "Are your parents good to you?"

Without a doubt, how much love must a parent have for a child who can raise such a vibrant and unrestrained soul and a pure and kind heart?

You are lucky to have grown up in love, to continue to encounter love, to be constantly enveloped in love, and to have everyone eager to love you.

God is so unfair, impartially bestowing happiness and suffering upon the world.

Some people can simply stand there and do nothing, and the wind will come to love them.

Some people, however, can never escape the cage of fate in their entire lives, being abandoned, exploited, and harmed.

Chu Yao had always known that the gods did not treat all living beings equally.

But at this moment, when the girl of the same age who was sleeping in the same room as her was happily sharing the joy of love with her, she was still stung by such glaring happiness, the happiness of others...

My heart, which had long been hardened but numb, regained feeling—an acute pain.

Chu Yao slowly closed her eyes, and a tear silently slid down her cheek.

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