Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 11

The driver replied cautiously, “Yes.”

Yang Zhao tossed the phone back to him and silently gazed out the window.

The place where Hua Man was waiting wasn’t too far. Spotting her standing by the roadside in the distance, the gloom between Yang Zhao’s brows eased slightly.

Rolling down the window, Yang Zhao called out irritably, “Get in.”

The young mistress was clearly in a bad mood. Hua Man carefully climbed into the car and had just settled into her seat when Yang Zhao covered her nose and leaned away. “What’s that smell on you?”

Hua Man froze, instinctively lifting her arm to sniff herself before looking up uncertainly. “Is there a smell?”

“Did you go dumpster diving or something?” Yang Zhao felt like she was about to be knocked out by the stench and hurriedly rolled the window down further.

Hua Man was speechless.

She hadn’t gone dumpster diving, but the outcome wasn’t much different.

“You actually did?!”

Seeing Hua Man’s silence, Yang Zhao widened her eyes in disbelief.

“No,” Hua Man denied quickly, though she had to admit, “But there was a minor mishap…”

“Stop!” Yang Zhao had no interest in hearing about the mishap. Cutting her off, she turned to the driver and ordered, “Take us to Clearwater Pavilion.”

Hua Man had never heard of the place, but given how the young mistress seemed on the verge of passing out from the smell, she offered, “I can—”

Again, Yang Zhao interrupted, “Shut up and sit quietly.”

Hua Man had no choice but to fall silent. It was obvious Yang Zhao despised her presence at the moment. Several times, Hua Man glanced at her expression, half-expecting to be kicked out of the car. Yet, nothing happened all the way to Clearwater Pavilion, where the young mistress remained silent the entire ride.

Clearwater Pavilion appeared to be an upscale, luxurious establishment. Both its name and architectural design exuded opulence and sophistication. But Hua Man never expected it to be a bathhouse.

A high-end bathhouse, sure—but in simpler terms, wasn’t it just a public bath?

The young mistress’s intention in bringing her here was clear. Hua Man never imagined she’d get to experience bathing in such a lavish place.

As Yang Zhao arranged for staff to escort her to the bathing area, Hua Man couldn’t help but speak up, “If I go to bathe, you’ll be left alone outside. That could be dangerous.”

Yang Zhao looked up at her. “So you’re suggesting… we bathe together?”

“…No!” Hua Man’s face darkened.

“Then go take a bath already.” Yang Zhao shot her a disgusted look. “Do you have any idea how bad you smell? If you don’t wash up soon, I’ll go down in history as the first employer ever suffocated by their own bodyguard’s stench.”

Hua Man: “…”

Was it really that bad?

She had washed her hands, at least.

Still, just as the staff member was about to leave after showing her to the bathroom, Hua Man couldn’t resist calling out, “Excuse me, do I smell?”

Pausing, she added expressionlessly, “Like something weird or foul.”

The staff member blinked in surprise, took a step closer, and sniffed carefully before shaking her head. “Not at all.”

Hua Man sighed in relief. “Alright, thanks.”

So it was just the young mistress being dramatic.

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Since Yang Zhao had only brought her along, Hua Man couldn’t shake her concern. Ignoring the luxury bath products, she quickly washed up, ensuring she only carried the scent of soap before slipping into the five-figure silk pajamas and hurrying back to find the young mistress.

Only to discover that Yang Zhao was currently soaking in the bath.

“I heard you were looking everywhere for me, almost to the point of tears?” Yang Zhao looked up at Hua Man with a teasing smile as she sat in the bath.

“I wasn’t.”

Hua Man’s face darkened. Where did that rumor even come from?

“You weren’t?” Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you pester the staff to bring you to me?”

Sighing, she added, “So clingy.”

Her absurd words infuriated Hua Man. Yes, she had asked the staff to take her to Yang Zhao, but it was purely out of concern for her employer’s safety. How did it turn into her being unable to live without the young miss?

Though she repeatedly reminded herself that Yang Zhao was just trying to provoke her—and that getting angry would only encourage her to escalate things further—Hua Man couldn’t help but feel irritated.

She had always been emotionally stable before, but ever since coming to Yang Zhao’s side, her emotions seemed to spiral out of control.

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her gaze to her feet, pretending to be a mere ornament.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Yang Zhao’s puzzled voice rang out.

Hua Man remained silent.

The next second, water splashed beside her, and then droplets landed on her body.

Her expensive silk pajamas were now dotted with dark water stains.

Forced to look up, Hua Man met Yang Zhao’s gaze.

“Ignoring me?”

Through the steam, the young miss’s eyes seemed to glisten like a puppy’s as she looked up at her.

At that thought, Hua Man’s frustration suddenly dissipated.

Just as she was about to speak, her gaze froze.

Because of the motion of splashing water, much of Yang Zhao’s upper body was now exposed.

She hadn’t undressed completely—she was wearing a pink swimsuit—but her figure was too striking for the fabric to contain, leaving much of her skin bare.

This wasn’t Hua Man’s first time seeing her in so little, but the sheer expanse of fair skin before her was unprecedented. Suppressing her discomfort, she averted her eyes and finally relented: “I wasn’t ignoring you.”

“You’d better not have been.” Yang Zhao withdrew her gaze, relaxing fully into the bath. But within minutes, she looked up again. “Come here.”

Assuming she had some request, Hua Man stepped forward.

“Kneel down,” Yang Zhao demanded, displeased.

So demanding.

Biting back her annoyance, Hua Man knelt by the bath, meeting her at eye level. “What is it?”

“Your hand.” Yang Zhao was succinct.

After a brief hesitation, Hua Man obediently extended her hand.

The moment Yang Zhao took hold of it, Hua Man’s heart skipped several beats.

The young miss’s hand was soft—nothing like her own—delicate and warm from the water.

Yang Zhao pulled Hua Man’s hand closer, bringing it to her nose to sniff. Hua Man was speechless.

“I showered,” she deadpanned.

Ignoring her, Yang Zhao continued inspecting her hand meticulously. “Just checking.”

Hua Man: “…”

She really did look like a creep sometimes.

Occasionally, Hua Man wondered if she was the one who needed protection.

As she felt herself being tugged forward, Hua Man steadied herself and forcefully yanked her hand back.

Standing up, she took a large step back. “You’ve checked. You can rest assured now.”

“So stingy.” Yang Zhao shook her head. “I barely held your hand, and you’re already upset?”

Hua Man denied it smoothly. “I’m not.”

“Tch.”

With a look of disdain, Yang Zhao adjusted her position in the bath and ignored her.

Hua Man quietly let out a relieved sigh.

After spending over a week with the young mistress, she had come to understand her temperament fairly well.

To put it simply, she was indeed moody, short-tempered, and occasionally prone to fits of madness, but she wasn’t as difficult to get along with as one might imagine.

Even if you angered her, as long as you didn’t talk back or touch upon her true sore spots, she’d forget about it in an instant—like a fish with only seven seconds of memory.

Of course, that was provided you didn’t touch upon her sore spots.

Unfortunately, in this high-end spa, Hua Man once again witnessed the young mistress in the throes of her madness.