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

Chapter 216: No more cutting and sorting out, it’s still chaos
It was completely dark, and none of Grandma Huo and her group had returned from the hospital.

Meng Youyou looked at the hungry little girl, who was also looking at her. The two stared at each other. Tingting had eaten some food at the neighbor's house at noon, but she was probably hungry now. She just stared at the little girl with her round eyes, neither complaining of hunger nor crying. She was very well-behaved.

Meng Youyou's thoughts stirred slightly, and she suddenly realized that the little girl in front of her, who was only six or seven years old, seemed to be exceptionally sensible compared to her peers; in other words, she could be described as precocious.

Despite their young age, and despite the fact that even an adult would still be shaken by the bloody scene in the room that morning, let alone such a young child.

The wailing in the morning was an uncontrollable fear in a young child, more like an instinctive nature. But the calmness that Tingting showed at this moment, far beyond her age, startled Meng Youyou.

She suddenly seemed to understand why Tingting and Cui Yan tacitly united against outsiders, regarding her as an alien.

The adults assumed that a child this young wouldn't understand; she had lost both parents at a young age and probably didn't even remember what her biological parents looked like. But in reality, she understood everything. She knew she didn't have a pair of parents like other children, she knew her grandparents were kind, but she also knew she was living with relatives.

Tingting may not have learned the term "living under someone else's roof" yet, but she can probably understand a feeling that is infinitely similar to it, a feeling that Meng Youyou may never be able to empathize with in her entire life.

It was at this moment that Meng Youyou gradually began to understand why Cui Yan, who was still so young, would suddenly become so irrational. Perhaps... it wasn't sudden at all.

During her stay at the Lin family's house, Meng Youyou observed from an outsider's perspective that Grandma Huo and Grandpa Huo treated Xiaoyan and Tingting exceptionally well, even though they weren't their biological children.

Grandma Huo did indeed do everything she could.

But these two young girls, who lost their parents at a young age, still developed fragile and sensitive hearts.

This is tragic, which is why Grandma felt so guilty. Nobody wants to see this happen, but... nobody knows how to prevent it from happening.

Meng Youyou stood in the kitchen kneading dough, preparing to make noodles. She had never done anything like this before, and after getting started, she quickly realized that she had absolutely no talent in this area.

She had to do it even though she wasn't good at it; she was starving.

The final product didn't look like noodles; it looked more like dough balls. But it was still edible. The taste and appearance were equally unappealing, with nothing to praise, but it was barely palatable.

The little girl ate a whole bowl of food, which was quite considerate; I wonder if it was because she was starving.

That night, Meng Youyou held Tingting in her arms as they slept in her room. The moment Tingting lay down, her eyes lit up. She said the mattress was very soft and comfortable, and the little girl quickly fell asleep in her arms.

But Meng Youyou couldn't sleep. She couldn't help but keep guessing what Huo Qingshan would do. One guess would pop into her mind, then she would immediately reject it, and then a new one would pop into her mind, and so on and so forth.

He must be in a very difficult position, without a doubt. On one hand, there's the principle of gratitude, the grandmother's desperate pleas, and the young girl's life and bright future. Any one of these things seems particularly heavy, let alone the fact that they are so intricately intertwined, impossible to unravel.

On the other end are lovers who have agreed to walk down the aisle together.

If it were her, what would she choose? Meng Youyou asked herself this question countless times, putting herself in her shoes.

Lost in her thoughts, Meng Youyou suddenly realized... she seemed to have become unusually understanding, subconsciously finding different reasons to excuse him. She didn't know when this change started, but when she realized it, she was already so understanding that it didn't seem like her anymore.

Why does she always try to see things from his perspective?

If he put himself in her shoes and thought about it, he would know how much pain she would feel when the scales tipped to the other side!
Such a choice is like...? It's like someone or some people are destined to suffer and make concessions, so who should be sacrificed?

Frankly speaking, if it didn't concern her, she was just an impartial bystander. On one side of the scale was a young life hanging by a thread, and on the other was merely postponing their promise. It seemed the latter wouldn't lose anything?
Meng Youyou could certainly try to brainwash herself or deceive herself by saying that in many places, if an elder in the family passes away before marriage, there is a custom of observing a period of mourning, during which a wedding cannot be held for a certain period of time. This is not something that is difficult to accept.

One could even think of it as doing a good deed. If the two of them just waited a little longer, they could save the life of a sensitive young girl—a worthwhile deal indeed. Meng Youyou simply couldn't bring herself to watch a young girl, constantly frustrated and disheartened, perish.

But... after making such a compromise, can she really still interact with him without any reservations, just like before? Won't the pure love she has always pursued start to crack as a result?
In the future, during every time you're affectionate with your partner, will there be a few moments when you suddenly remember that your partner once put you down for something else, and you feel uncomfortable and want to turn your head away from their affection?

Meng Youyou had no answer. It was really difficult for him, and it was difficult for her too.

In a daze, she could vaguely hear the sound of a car engine coming from the front room. Meng Youyou opened her eyes, quietly lifted the covers and got out of bed, walked to the door, and slowly pulled open the latch.

The door was pulled open a crack from the inside, and through the crack, Meng Youyou saw a tall figure stride into the courtyard. It was a dark and windy night, the moon was not very full, the clouds were thick, and there was little light outside, making it very dark. The figure was barely distinguishable from the darkness.

But Meng Youyou recognized the man at a glance. She opened the door a little wider and went out of the house.

"Still not asleep?" The man looked at the person walking towards him, took two steps forward and asked softly.

A cool breeze was blowing, and Meng Youyou unconsciously shook her leg. "I'm going to sleep soon. Tingting is asleep in my room. I heard some noise outside and I was worried, so I wanted to come out and check."

The next second, a coat still warm from his body was wrapped around her back and draped over her shoulders. A familiar scent wafted to her nose, and Meng Youyou, a little reluctant to leave, subconsciously lowered her head and took a deep sniff. Then she heard him say, "It's cold outside, let's talk in my room."

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou immediately felt a bad premonition.