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

Chapter 354 Absence Makes the Heart Blossom (Part 2)
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Youyou suddenly pushed the man who was pressed against her away and back into the driver's seat. The man's shoulder hit the leather seat back. It didn't hurt, but he was a little stunned. After quickly recovering, he felt more dejected. Huo Qingshan turned his head to look back, wanting to say something to explain, when he saw the girl stretch out one of her long legs and put it on his leg.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Youyou climbed over the armrest of the partition, holding onto his thighs, and finally straddled the man, placing her hands on his shoulders, her forehead against his, and poking his straight nose with the tip of her nose, her delicate laughter escaping her lips: "Do whatever you want?" Her voice, like a wisp of silk, brushed past the man's ear.

"Didn't I already tell you?" She opened her mouth and bit his nose. "Why do you keep asking me? What are you up to?"

The man loosely put his arms around her. The girl was wearing a cardigan, and Meng Youyou grabbed his right hand and pressed it onto the top button, asking, "Do I have to teach you how to unbutton this?"

Huo Qingshan lowered his eyes, staring blankly at his hands, without taking any further action.

"Or... do you prefer me to take the initiative?" She guided his fingers to unbutton the top button, and the man's gaze, which had been fixed on his hand, inevitably drifted to the rounded contours he had touched and caressed just minutes before.

At this moment, he finally saw its true form... a mere tip of the iceberg, its fullness concealed by the ravines, a curve of unparalleled beauty. And then, nothing more.

"Hmm?" the girl asked, her voice rising at the end, like a hook.

The neckline of the shirt was open, revealing a small triangular area, like a fisherman who, while drifting down a stream, accidentally entered an unnamed mountain pass and suddenly glimpsed a corner of the cave filled with colorful flowers. He saw the big picture from the small detail and knew that there must be a paradise hidden inside, like a fairyland. Once there, there was no turning back.

The man's eyes grew increasingly dull, and he didn't blink for a long time. Apart from that, he appeared calm and composed on the outside, but only he knew how his blood was surging and boiling within him.

Seeing that he had been looking down for a long time without reacting, Meng Youyou couldn't help but escalate the situation with the hand on the man's shoulder. Several fingers tapped and flicked along his shoulder line, like the tinkling toes of a ballerina's shoes, patiently jumping little by little to his collarbone, and then straight down. A row of light pink nails slid smoothly into the collar of his T-shirt, and the fingertips gently pressed on the most resilient part of his muscle.

This was like flipping a switch, and from then on, everything changed dramatically.

Huo Qingshan suddenly raised one hand and grabbed the back of her head, pressing it forcefully against himself. He then used his other hand to free his fingers from her grasp and began to unbutton the next button. The second button, the third button... There were many buttons, and his movements were very impatient. Meng Youyou rarely felt such an "overbearing" irritability from him.

Meng Youyou felt as if everything she was enduring had suddenly swept over her from all directions, completely engulfing her, leaving her no time to react. It was as if someone had suddenly had their Ren and Du meridians opened up, their momentum of conquest rising steadily, like a rising tide that never recedes, displaying a rather unrestrained and domineering attitude.

He was quick-witted and had a knack for making connections; in no time, he had already skillfully unbuttoned the other type of buttonhole as well.

Without the constraints of the last time, everything was much more convenient. Fire ignited instantly, requiring no preheating at all. With people setting fires everywhere, Meng Youyou felt like she was about to be melted.

As the situation spiraled out of control, a lively cell phone rang for the second time from the tote bag, which had been lying obediently in the passenger seat. It was as if an old drama was repeating itself, time had spun around, and it had returned to an extremely similar frozen point. How inconsiderate.

Upon hearing the sound, Meng Youyou was distracted and shrank back, but the man followed closely, his lips meeting hers again. The fingers that were inserted into her hair quietly increased their strength, preventing her from retreating easily, and Meng Youyou was almost powerless to resist him.

She had no choice; the ringtone was specially set, indicating it was from someone important in her contacts. Seeing that he wouldn't give in no matter what, Meng Youyou could only bite his lip. He winced in pain and slowed down, allowing her to finally make a sound: "...phone...uh~" She clenched her fist and punched his back a few times, trying to help him regain his composure.

Having finally regained control of her breathing from the insatiable man, Meng Youyou reached for her bag and pulled it away. She glanced down at the screen; the caller ID showed a contact name. Meng Youyou hesitated for a moment. At that moment, she was still limp in the man's arms, leaning lazily against his chest like a human cushion, requiring no effort at all, held firmly in his arms.

He was still kissing her neck, kissing her incessantly, probably thinking it was another persistent sales call. His actions were also a subtle way of urging her to hang up quickly; he was dissatisfied with her free-flowing attitude.

Meng Youyou answered the call, held the phone to her ear, and cleared her throat: "Hello, Dad."

The moment the words left his lips, Meng Youyou could clearly feel the man holding her stiffen abruptly. Then, his burning lips left her neck. Two seconds later, Huo Qingshan gently patted her back, glancing silently to his right, signaling her to obediently sit back in the passenger seat and focus on making the call.

But Meng Youyou remained unmoved. Her eyes kept glancing down at her chest, signaling to the other person to quickly restore her clothes.

"Yes, I got off the bullet train. How could I forget? I was just about to send you a message to let you know I arrived safely when you called. That's what you call father and daughter being in sync." Meng Youyou said to the person on the other end of the phone.

While she was on the phone, Huo Qingshan was busy buttoning her clothes. In his haste, he accidentally buttoned five or six buttons out of order. Meng Youyou glared at him as if he were an idiot. Huo Qingshan was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly, preparing to redo it.

"Is there someone next to you?" Huo Qingshan clearly heard the middle-aged man's voice on the phone suddenly ask. In this situation, out of a guilty conscience, he suddenly tensed up, his hands were frozen on the buttons, he didn't know whether to move or not, and even his breathing became lighter.

"He's a ride-hailing driver. I guess he caught a cold recently because of the changing seasons." Meng Youyou answered without batting an eye, while pulling out her earphones from her bag and putting them on. She temporarily switched to Bluetooth mode so the sound quality would be a bit worse.