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

Chapter 347 All kinds of light are her

On weekends, the military camp is mostly for rest and recuperation, and the overall pace is much more relaxed than on weekdays. However, Huo Qingshan spends his entire Sunday alternating between the training ground and the office, and he dares not let himself be idle.

Throughout the day, every time a message popped up on his phone, he felt it was from her, but when he picked it up and looked at it, an overwhelming sense of loss almost overwhelmed him.

This wasn't the outcome he wanted; his mind was just in complete chaos. He was overwhelmed by the letter, its loving words weaving through his mind like an impenetrable robe, enveloping him completely.

Morality, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame would occasionally remind him that knowing the truth but tacitly condoning wrongdoing was wrong, yet he did what he considered the right thing, but he wasn't happy at all.

On Sunday evening, when roll call time arrives, the military officers in the office building line up in the open area of ​​the lobby on the first floor. The duty officer takes attendance by department, verifies attendance, and then briefly conveys the work arrangements for the next day. Meanwhile, the civilian staff in the building mostly gather at the door of their respective departments and line up for a small, efficient roll call organized by the department leader.

Huo Qingshan finished his work and came out of the office for some fresh air. Just then, the evening roll call was in its second half. He stood by the corridor, his hands on the railing, and his gaze habitually looked down at the next floor across the corridor.

There was a line of nine people at the entrance of the department. Huo Qingshan glanced at them briefly and confirmed that the person he was looking for was not among them.

She didn't come back today.

Huo Qingshan once asked her, "You only stay one night in the city center every weekend, and it takes almost two hours to go back and forth. Isn't that troublesome?"

The reason Huo Qingshan said this was because she noticed that her roommate seemed to be absent from roll call three times a week, not staying in the camp dormitory on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, while she would only be absent on Saturday night.

"No, I used to go back to the city every weekend to stay for a couple more days. I only changed it after you came back." She deliberately left things unsaid, as if waiting for him to ask for the reason.

He saw through her intentions, but still cooperated and did as she asked: "Why?"

"Because I want to see you every day!" The girl smiled, her face playfully leaning closer, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

He saw his own face reflected in her bright, dark pupils, and in that moment, he felt that being held in the eyes of such a girl, so full that there was only room for her, was the luckiest thing in the world. A feeling of extreme emptiness and extreme satisfaction welled up in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and fear. At that time, Huo Qingshan was not quite clear about what he was anticipating or what he was afraid of.

After a moment of stunned silence, the man looked around and, considering that it was an open public place on the roadside, he promptly took a half step back to maintain a proper distance.

The girl remained unconvinced and continued enthusiastically, "If it weren't for the fact that I have to go back for a bath every week, I wouldn't even be planning to stay in the apartment on Saturdays."

"Jiang Fu said I was so happy I forgot about home, but I retorted that I was clearly taking advantage of my proximity to the water!" She said, covering her mouth and laughing shyly. It was clear there was an element of acting involved, but it didn't diminish the charm of her demeanor, which captivated the men.

She asked him, "Tell me... who's right, she or I?"

"Do you like taking baths?" He was a little flustered, and in his haste to avoid answering this trap question, he blurted out a completely pointless topic.

"Yes, I like it." The girl nodded emphatically, not pressing for more details, and genuinely continued the conversation on this topic, "Do you think it's possible to install a bathtub in the apartments in the residential area?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Huo Qingshan was a little confused by her erratic train of thought.

"Think about it, if we get married in the future, we can move to a different apartment in the family housing area, right?" The girl looked like she was getting down to business. "It would be great if it had a big bathtub, then I wouldn't have to travel between two places every week."

"But I'm worried that installing a large bathtub in the bathroom might be a bit extravagant," she suddenly changed the subject, her voice filled with concern. "Won't we get reported for misconduct?"

Huo Qingshan: "..."

The two parted ways at the fork in the road, each heading towards their respective apartment buildings. Reaching the third floor, Huo Qingshan was still slightly flushed, not from climbing the stairs, but from something she had said before they parted. Just as he reached his apartment door, his phone vibrated in his pocket; he knew without a doubt who it was.

Yoyo: [Battalion Commander Huo, you'd better work hard and get promoted and a raise soon, so you can get me a big bathroom with a bathtub.]
[Didn't you say you were afraid of being reported?] Huo Qingshan was a little confused by her and subconsciously accepted a certain premise she had set, and then started to discuss with her the issue of whether they would be reported.

[Oh, we can hide and install it secretly! I just checked, and if you get promoted one more rank, you'll most likely get a house with two bathrooms when you get married. We just need to install the bathtub in the master bedroom and lock it up so no one else can go in.] She was talking nonsense.

After the roll call ended, Zhan You came out of the elevator and planned to walk to his office. As he passed through the corridor, he saw a man leaning against the railing, lost in thought. He walked over and first followed the man's gaze to the opposite side, where he saw rows of empty corridors.

Zhan You withdrew his gaze and called out, "Battalion Commander Huo."

"What is it?" the man asked, snapping back to reality.

Zhan Youli stood at attention and saluted, speaking crisply: "Battalion Commander! My company was supposed to have 108 men tonight, and 107 are present. Chen XX from the third squad suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis and has been sent to the infirmary for observation. The deputy squad leader stayed behind to take care of him. The regiment's notice for equipment inventory at 7:00 AM tomorrow has been delivered, and personnel and tools have all been put in place."

In addition, the sensor of the automatic target reporting device at target position 4 in my company's training range is misaligned. I have requested a professional technician from the battalion's communications department to help calibrate it tomorrow morning to ensure the normal conduct of tactical shooting training.

Huo Qingshan raised his hand in return, and after listening, nodded slightly and said, "Understood. Keep a close eye on Chen xx's situation and report any developments immediately. I will inform the Information and Communication Department about the target calibration and ask them to be there early tomorrow morning."

"Yes!"

Huo Qingshan glanced at his watch and instructed, "It's getting late, go back and rest. Don't be careless with the equipment inventory tomorrow morning."

The man returned to his dormitory close to eleven o'clock. Although the lights-out time in the officers' apartments was not mandatory, Huo Qingshan still planned to finish quickly. He took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

The sound of running water and rising steam filled the air. In the shower room, the man turned off the shower head, the water stopped, and he reached out to squeeze out two pumps of shower gel. Just as he was about to apply it to his body, his movements suddenly stopped.

"Hehe, speaking of taking a bath..." A crisp female voice suddenly entered my brain circuit, followed by a vivid image.

The girl leaned closer to his ear again, whispering in a secretive tone, "Did you run out of shower gel recently? Did you get a new one yesterday? I smelled a different scent on you just now." Before they parted ways at the fork in the road leading to different apartment buildings, the girl didn't forget to seize the last opportunity to tease him. In reality, she hadn't changed it at all; she had been using the same brand all along. The man truthfully replied, "I didn't get a new one."

"Mint flavor?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Green tea flavor."

"I don't believe it, it's clearly mint flavored." With that, she spun and jumped, landing directly in front of him, blocking his path. Facing him without a word, she leaned in close, her nose almost touching his collarbone, her warm breath brushing against his skin. She seemed to take a deep sniff twice before moving away: "It really is green tea flavored."

"Looks like I still have to get closer to smell it, otherwise it won't smell right," the girl said seriously.

Huo Qingshan didn't respond; he was still recovering from his earlier stiffness. Although he was somewhat used to her occasional intimate gestures and wouldn't stop her unless they went too far, it didn't mean he could handle them with complete composure.

The girl then added, "But... you should still use the mint flavor, it will match my scent better~" As she finished speaking, she winked at him playfully.

Her words were so vague and ambiguous that they sparked all sorts of speculation. She emphasized the word "combination" slightly, as if trying to draw attention to the multifaceted meaning of the word. Huo Qingshan knew this was her intentional tactic; she always used the same tricks, offering nothing new.

But... he still couldn't help but blush. No wonder she never tired of it; after all, it always worked.

She never held back when speaking to him, but thankfully she wasn't like that with everyone.

The man applied shower gel, and soon the steam, carrying the scent of mint, filled the room. Huo Qingshan turned on the water and rinsed off the rich foam from his body.

Mint?

Two days after that day, his shower gel unexpectedly ran out. The man stood in front of the supermarket shelf, his right hand reaching out as if possessed to touch the bottle with a mint leaf pattern. After paying and leaving the supermarket, he unexpectedly bumped into her on the street.

The girl skipped and hopped towards him, her steps filled with joy. As she got closer, she casually glanced down at the plastic bag in his hand. In those few seconds of lingering gaze, Huo Qingshan felt extremely tormented—he couldn't understand why supermarket shopping bags were made transparent, as it offered no protection for customers' privacy.

He felt that some of his shameful and sordid thoughts had been unexpectedly exposed to the scorching sun. He was naked, and the sun made his skin burn red all over.

The girl slowly shifted her gaze from the plastic bag, looked up at him, and smiled mischievously and smugly. Her smile immediately caught his eye, and Huo Qingshan quickly lowered his gaze. He thought the sun was really dazzling at this hour! The scorching light made his brain dizzy, so much so that the man was completely unaware that the hand holding the plastic bag was unnecessarily hidden behind his back.

He guessed that she must have seen the emerald green leaf printed on the white bottle.

The shower continued to pour hot water, and the minty scent that filled the room dissipated as the foam washed away. The water flowed down his body to his waist. Huo Qingshan looked down and saw three tiny fingernail marks on his waist. Most of the scabs had fallen off, revealing the new skin underneath.

Not long ago, tiny beads of blood were still oozing from the wound, as vivid as if it were yesterday. A couple of days later, a bruise formed around it, and the bruise gradually faded away until now, leaving only a faint pinkish mark. They will slowly fade with time until one day they become a thing of the past, no longer itchy, no longer painful, and completely unnoticed.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, she entered his life in a way that was both domineering and subtle, permeating every corner of his life. No matter what he was doing, he would think of her.

Like light—sunlight, moonlight, sunset glow, neon lights, electronic fluorescence… it has no specific form; all kinds of light are it, omnipresent. Without light, people can still live, but without seeing any color or shape other than black, life would be utterly meaningless.

If you have seen the colorful and wonderful world with your own eyes, would you still be willing to return to darkness forever?
As Huo Qingshan watched, he silently reached out his hand and, as if possessed, began to pick at the tender flesh that had just scabbed over, until bright red blood began to seep out again before he stopped.

At that moment, he inexplicably felt a strange, exhilarating pleasure.

...

"Commander Huo." Someone suddenly called out in the quiet office.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Fu turned her gaze from the computer screen and met the man's gaze as he was about to withdraw it. It wasn't a direct gaze, but rather a slightly off-center one. Jiang Fu then glanced at the empty workstation on her left and suddenly felt... quite interesting.

Logically speaking, given Huo Qingshan's position, there was no need for him to personally handle business matters with their department, so this was the first time Jiang Fu had seen him in the office.

Then she recalled that at noon today, she walked into the cafeteria with Dou Peng and inadvertently met a pair of longing eyes sitting not far away.

If Jiang Fu had to find a word to describe the other person's state, she would say that he "suddenly became energetic," like the eyes of an eagle, sharp, focused, and having been hunting for a long time. He seemed to glance in the direction behind her, but he probably didn't find anything, and then he instantly became listless again.

This rather dramatic scene reminded Jiang Fu of those male classmates from her school days who would secretly watch live football matches on the class projector during lunch break. They would watch intently and excitedly as their team prepared to shoot, only to be stunned the next second when, damn it! The ball flew out of bounds and missed, and they would instantly droop their heads and look dejected, like deflated balloons.

Jiang Fu sat at her workstation, finding the situation increasingly amusing. She pulled out her phone and, while taking a break, texted her unlucky roommate: "[Are you feeling better?]"
The previous message in the chat window was a photo that Meng Youyou had sent her, showing her toes wrapped in gauze like sandbags.

Meng Youyou got up early in the morning to go to the toilet, but she was still sleepy. Her eyelids were droopy and she felt unsteady like a drunkard. Before she knew it, she bumped into a cabinet, and the perfume bottle fell down, injuring her toe. She spent most of the morning at the hospital, so she decided to take another half day off.

Jiang Fu: [Let me tell you some gossip!]
Jiang Fu: [I have a friend who, like you, was played by a guy. But later, for some reason, maybe he lost his mind, and came back to her. What do you think was the reason?]
Meng Youyou: [Just being a jerk!]
Jiang Fu: [So, if this woman accepts the man back, what does that mean?]
Meng Youyou's scathing commentary: [Each one is more despicable than the last!]
Jiang Fu burst out laughing at her phone screen. The sudden laughter attracted the attention of her colleagues in the office. She reluctantly put her phone away and went back to work.

When it was time for dinner, Jiang Fu deliberately chose a seat and pulled a female colleague from the office to sit near the man, then intentionally or unintentionally brought up someone: "...You mean Youyou?"

Jiang Fu raised her voice: "She's sick!"

"Sigh." Jiang Fu sighed at the opportune moment, "If I didn't have to work tonight, I really wanted to take the day off and go see her. She's a young woman living alone, and she's from out of town. She has no relatives or friends here, and no one to take care of her when she's sick..."

Before Jiang Fu could finish speaking, she caught a glimpse of the man beside her quickly emptying his plate and striding out of the cafeteria.

She lowered her head and typed furiously on her phone, quoting the phrase the other person had sent: "Each one is more shameless than the last." After a long pause, she finally agreed, saying: "[I think so too!]"
(End of this chapter)