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

Chapter 348 "I can't bear to part with it".

As Huo Qingshan opened the car door and got in, the moment he turned the key and started the engine, he suddenly had a flash of insight and understood what he had been expecting and what he had been afraid of all along.

He longed to occupy more of her life, not just for a single moment, but for every moment, for him to be everywhere in her eyes, in her heart, and in every corner of her being; he feared, however, that he would become increasingly addicted, to the point of being unable to extricate himself, that his desire would snowball, growing ever larger, only to be completely withdrawn one day, leaving him as he was. At that point, he had absolutely no confidence that he could bear it.

It is human instinct to be hopelessly succumb to the allure of love, and it is also instinct to avoid harm. When these two instincts collide, one dares not take a step forward, nor is one willing to retreat, and a state of disorder and wavering seems inevitable.

But if expectation outweighs fear, then he has nothing to fear.

Is this really that difficult?
As long as he doesn't mind, that's fine—I don't care who you like, as long as you're willing to be with me, that's enough.

That's enough. Such a simple sentence can actually eliminate many seemingly insurmountable but actually unnecessary "chasms" in this world.

You always feel like there are insurmountable obstacles blocking your way, but the moment you stop paying attention to them, those obstacles disappear.

We understand the principles, but putting them into practice is another matter entirely. If you can't ignore those inner conflicts, it only means you don't love enough, and you don't want to possess enough.

In that dream of spring that night, the girl lay beneath him, her white dress askew and wrinkled, pulled down to her waist. She gazed at him with seductive eyes, one hand caressing his sweaty face, and asked him a question: "Huo Qingshan, can you bear to send me away?"

It was this question that startled him awake, sending a chill down his spine.

"I can't bear to!" That's the answer, and the solution.

That afternoon, Huo Qingshan found an excuse to check her registered address at her workplace, knowing exactly which floor and apartment she lived in. The elevator dinged and stopped on the seventh floor. Huo Qingshan and the deliveryman stepped out of the elevator together. The deliveryman in the yellow shirt lagged behind, watching the direction the man was heading, glancing up at the apartment number a few meters away, and called out to him, "Are you Mr. Huo from 701?"

Huo Qingshan stopped in his tracks, turned around, paused for two seconds, and hesitantly replied, "It's me."

"Tail number?"

Huo Qingshan thought for a moment, then recited a string of numbers. The next second, the deliveryman handed over the insulated bag: "Your takeout."

There was a doorbell at the door. Huo Qingshan pressed it twice, and the sound of slippers slid across the floor came from inside the house, getting closer and closer. The door opened, and a girl's voice came out: "3968, my..." But when she saw who was standing outside, the girl's voice stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Youyou's expression changed, and she frowned and said coldly.

I heard you're sick.

"So what? It's none of your business!" She was full of resentment and her rebellious nature was overflowing. "Even if I die from my illness, you won't care, and it's none of your business!" As she spoke, she was about to slam the door shut, but the man stopped her with lightning speed.

Seeing that the door wouldn't close, Meng Youyou suddenly became furious. She unleashed a string of harsh words, slamming them down: "Are you out of your mind?"

"What are you doing at my house? Did you come to see me make a fool of myself? Do you want to see if I'm heartbroken and can't eat or sleep because you rejected me?"

"You're really disappointed. I eat well and sleep well every day, and I'm living a very comfortable life. There are plenty of men in this world, and I have so many suitors that I can't even count them all. You're sad or upset for me? Pshaw, no way!"

"Get the hell out of here right now, I don't want to see you!"

He stubbornly blocked the door with one leg, refusing to budge. In desperation, Meng Youyou angrily kicked him, completely forgetting her injured toe. She stomped down mercilessly, and the girl immediately hissed in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, and she immediately squatted down to cover her foot.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huo Qingshan squeezed in, lifted her up, placed her on the shoe cabinet in the entryway, and squatted down to check her feet.

"Don't touch me!" She pulled away, just like that night when he wouldn't let her kiss him.

He used some force to restrain her ankle, preventing her from moving around. The man lowered his head and focused his gaze, carefully removing the gauze to check the wound. There wasn't much bleeding, so the situation was alright.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Youyou snapped, "Hypocrite, all you do is lie!" She blurted out, "I feel nauseous just looking at you!"

That last sentence really hurt him. The man's eyes darkened, and he looked up to ask, "What did I lie to you about?"

You deceived my feelings!

"You don't tell the truth at all!"

"Of course you don't remember what you lied to me about..." Her voice suddenly dropped, all her previous arrogance gone. She lowered her head and murmured weakly, "Didn't you say... you fell in love with me at first sight? I believed you." At this, her tears fell even more uncontrollably, streaming down her face as if they were free. It was as if crying under the pretense of foot pain would be more legitimate and less shameful.

"You were just lying to me back then, it was all a lie. If it was love at first sight, why wouldn't you let me kiss you? You even dodged away." Meng Youyou was a bit emotionally unstable at the moment, and she didn't think before she spoke.

Huo Wenyan was taken aback. Who said that? That person? "He" replied to your letter, right? Saying he fell in love with you at first sight?
But before this thought could take hold, Huo Qingshan couldn't care less about anything else. Large tears dripped onto the back of his hand, burning a hole in it. It stung and hurt terribly. All he wanted to do at that moment was stop her tears: "Don't cry, okay?"

"Then kiss me." She blurted out, then paused, stunned for a moment after saying it. "Why is it always like this?" As if suddenly realizing that her request would never be met, and that the other person would only think she was shameless and unreasonable, Meng Youyou cried even harder, her eyes brimming with tears, so heartbroken that she became somewhat incoherent: "Why...why do I always have to chase after you? Why...every time you push me away while doing things that make people think too much? Can't you control yourself?"

"You always do this. I don't want to be like this anymore. I'm so tired. I don't want to like you anymore. I never want to like you again!"

"I really hate you! Get out of here! Get out now!" she yelled at him, pushing him hard, but he wouldn't budge. She gave up, then covered her face with her hands in anguish, and sobbed softly, "Why won't you leave? What are you doing here?" Her weak voice escaped from between her fingers.

Huo Qingshan looked up at her intently, his throat gradually turning bitter and dry. Why were those beautiful eyes crying? Why did he make those eyes cry? Huo Qingshan, what did you do? He never imagined she would be so upset about this. The man's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking. He really wanted to punch himself.

He closed his eyes with difficulty, then gently pulled down the wrist that was covering her face, and softly wiped away her tears with his fingertips. But the more he wiped, the more tears flowed, seemingly unstoppable. Huo Qingshan's heart melted. It turns out that a person's heart really can be like wax, slowly melting into liquid, and you can watch it turn into a puddle of water in no time.

Everything melted away.

The man, who had been half-squatting on the ground, seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly stood up, half a head taller than her. Without pausing, he bent his neck and pressed his lips to hers, gently kissing the corner of her lips. Then he pulled away, saying definitively, "It was love at first sight."

Meng Youyou stopped crying. She was a little dumbfounded, blinked blankly, and stared at the man in front of her. She subconsciously licked the corner of her lips that had just been kissed, and asked hesitantly, "What...did you say?"

"I said, I fell in love with you at first sight," the man said, enunciating each word clearly. Huo Qingshan didn't know what this meant. He was telling the truth, but he couldn't really be considered honest.

She wasn't asking him, but the person she truly loved, yet he still answered. As for whose identity he was using, Huo Qingshan had no time to distinguish at this moment. He instinctively wanted to escape this contradictory reality, to ignore those annoying constraints, and truly didn't want to care at all.

He so desperately wanted to break free from the "shackles" that bound him, and he did just that.

After saying that, the man kissed her deeply again, holding the back of her head with one hand and feeding her his hot breath.

Huo Qingshan voluntarily loosened the shackles he had personally locked, releasing the "hungry beast" that had long been restless within him. At that moment, all his bottom lines, principles, armor, and defenses collapsed instantly.

And morality, yes, morality too, Huo Qingshan abandoned it all, he didn't want it anymore, he threw it far away.

He kissed the person in his arms passionately, just like that night, without any gentle transition, going straight to the depths. His arms around her waist tightened again and again until there was no room for further contact. Huo Qingshan could clearly feel her body changing from initial hesitation to a moment of excitement, and then to fiery passion. Gradually, her hands and feet involuntarily wrapped around him, like an infant instinctively seeking caresses.

The moment he made up his mind to kiss her, Huo Qingshan felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, ease, and joy; he felt as if he had come back to life. The greatest magic of love lies in the fact that it can both kill and bring you life.

Of course, there were a few moments when Huo Qingshan felt like a shameful thief. He had not only taken over someone else's body, but also stolen a love that was very likely to be mutual. These things did not belong to him. The only difference was that he had no subjective intent in the former and had no right to refuse, but he was really to blame in the latter and could not be considered innocent.

He not only possessed that person's body, but also greedily enjoyed the feelings of a beautiful girl who fell in love with "him" at first sight. However, he selfishly did not choose to tell her the truth, but instead impersonated her and took her for himself, completely degenerating into a treacherous "villain".

But the moment her arms wrapped around his neck, those feelings of guilt vanished instantly.

Why have such high expectations of him? He is not a saint; he cannot become a Buddha overnight. He is just an ordinary person who can be led by the nose by emotions and desires.

Huo Qingshan succumbed to the temptation within reach, becoming intoxicated by the gentle embrace of love. After just one indulgence, he surrendered and could no longer resist.

Both were deeply moved, their passion overwhelming, so intense that it was impossible to tell who was more proactive or more eager. Their lips pressed together, their teeth chattered, they swallowed and gnawed without distinction, their bodies locked in a passionate embrace, their wet sounds and panting rising and falling in turn.

They took from each other with abandon, their long-suppressed desires for one another becoming the most intense fuel for their passion. They gave generously and received in return, finding perfect harmony in every way, feeling extremely satisfied and fulfilled.

Lovers, in the end, cannot restrain themselves.

The kiss lasted a long time before ending, both of them still wanting more. When they finally separated, they opened their eyes one after the other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, each more mesmerized than the last.

Meng Youyou's face was wet with tears, sweat, and saliva. She gazed into his eyes and suddenly smiled, "I like it this way." It was a pure and happy smile.

She forgets the pain once the wound heals, and is overjoyed at the slightest taste of sweetness, completely forgetting how to write the word "bitterness." This is Meng Youyou.

Huo Qingshan pressed his nose against hers, his gaze fixed firmly on her eyes, his tone extremely serious: "Yoyo, choose me! I will never back down again!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou blinked gently, raised her hand to cup the man's face, and said to him in a tone that was both gentle and chilling, "Huo Qingshan, people's opportunities are limited. If you break your promise again this time, I will definitely not forgive you."

He looked into her eyes, which were so close to his own. Although her tone wasn't particularly serious, he knew she was being earnest.

　I feel like the male lead will get a lot of flak in the next few chapters? Sigh, I actually plan to (barring any unforeseen circumstances) release a few side stories from the male lead's perspective after the main story ends (including his growth experiences, etc.). After reading them, everyone might be able to understand some of his actions a little better. (Not that I agree with him, but I'd like to understand him a little better.) After all, I also think Battalion Commander Huo can be quite infuriating at times!

　　The male protagonist's personality is like this when it comes to relationships; he's a bit conflicted. If he were given a second chance, he would have no memory, but his factory settings wouldn't have changed, so he would still be conflicted.

　　(End of this chapter)