Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 2

What surprised Hua Man even more was that although Yang Zhao had spared the woman, her reaction was even more intense than when she was being whipped. The woman wailed and refused to leave, until Yang Zhao grew impatient and kicked her away, ordering someone to drag her out.

Normally, this kind of task would fall to the bodyguards, so Hua Man instinctively stepped forward.

But just as she bent down and before she could even touch the woman, someone lightly kicked the back of her thigh.

Hua Man frowned.

Had she just been kicked?

That was incredibly rude.

“What are you looking at?”

Noticing her gaze fixed on his foot, Yang Zhao leaned back again, still resting his leg on the table and swinging it lazily. “I didn’t kick your ass, so don’t look like you’ve been taken advantage of.”

Hua Man: “…”

The young mistress seemed to have only teased her in passing, not wasting much time on her before haughtily ordering someone to drag the woman away.

With the woman’s noisy sobbing gone, the room fell silent.

But the downside quickly became apparent—the young mistress’s attention had now turned to her.

Under that undisguised stare, Hua Man’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, though she forced herself to remain composed.

“Fine,” the young mistress finally spoke. “Since you’re easy on the eyes, you can stay with me from now on.”

“And I,” she added with a smirk, “hate betrayal more than anything.”

“Especially betrayal for the sake of that mother and daughter.”

So today’s spectacle had been a warning.

As one of the “monkeys” being warned, Hua Man couldn’t help but ask, “Which mother and daughter are you referring to?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Hua Man could feel multiple eyes turning toward her.

“Playing dumb?”

Yang Zhao frowned, visibly annoyed.

Realizing she shouldn’t have asked such a question outright, Hua Man quickly understood that knowing about this mother and daughter was essential when working for the young mistress.

As the atmosphere grew tense, Hua Man knew she couldn’t just wait for things to escalate. She asked seriously, “Are you referring to ‘that b1tch Zhao Yang’ and her mother?”

The moment she finished speaking, Young Mistress Yang burst into laughter.

Hua Man exhaled silently in relief.

There was no denying it—when Yang Zhao laughed, her beauty was dazzling. The radiant smile on her already stunning face was enough to make anyone feel purified just by looking at her.

For a few seconds, Hua Man even forgot that this same person had just been whipping someone until their flesh split open.

But she couldn’t be blamed—Yang Zhao’s innocent face was just too deceptive.

“You’re absolutely right. It’s them.”

Pleased, the young mistress’s smile brightened even more.

She was truly beautiful. Hua Man struggled to keep her gaze from lingering on that face.

Fortunately, the young mistress didn’t cause any more trouble after that. It was apparently time for her afternoon nap, and she soon stretched lazily and retreated to her room. Finally able to breathe, Hua Man quickly seized the chance to ask about the young mistress’s preferences.

Especially regarding Zhao Yang.

“Miss Zhao is the madam’s daughter,” whispered Yu Shan, the young mistress’s personal maid, before Hua Man could even ask. “The madam is the master’s second wife. The young mistress has always despised both the madam and Miss Zhao.”

So it was a stepmother situation.

Hua Man now had a clearer picture but couldn’t resist asking, “Has the young mistress always been like this…”

After much deliberation, she suppressed the words “cruel and brutal,” opting for a more tactful phrasing: “Does she like to resort to violence?”

“Of course not!” Yu Shan denied without hesitation.

Before Hua Man could sigh in relief, Yu Shan continued, “If the young mistress had to personally deal with everyone who displeased her, what would she need us servants for?”

Hua Man: “…”

That was… surprisingly logical and impossible to refute.

The disdain on Yu Shan’s face grew more pronounced. “Hmph, as if those people are worthy of the young mistress lifting a finger! They’d only dirty her hands!”

“The young mistress is of noble birth—she naturally wouldn’t stoop to such actions under normal circumstances. But today, she was truly furious. Though I still think she went too easy on that wretch!” Yu Shan said indignantly. “Don’t you dare feel sorry for her—she’s utterly despicable!”

Hua Man immediately seized the opportunity: “How so?”

“She’s always had sticky fingers, constantly stealing the young mistress’s jewelry and cosmetics. The young mistress turned a blind eye out of generosity, yet that wretch still spread malicious rumors about her! This time, she even went to Miss Zhao to reveal the young mistress’s whereabouts—utterly detestable!”

“Just wait and see—the young mistress will make sure she regrets it!”

Stealing jewelry?

Hua Man’s eyelid twitched. The young mistress’s jewelry was clearly expensive—how could she overlook such theft?

This only proved how much the young mistress despised that mother-daughter pair. She could generously forgive theft of valuables, yet showed no mercy when they were involved.

During the young mistress’s afternoon nap, Hua Man had hoped to learn more from Yu Shan, but apart from badmouthing that pair, Yu Shan was tight-lipped about everything else.

After much probing, Hua Man only gleaned two conclusions:

First, the young mistress loathed Zhao Yang and her daughter.

Second, Yu Shan was the young mistress’s most devoted follower.

In Yu Shan’s eyes, the young mistress was flawless. Any criticism of her was slander, and every action she took was justified.

Hua Man even suspected that if the young mistress decided to kill someone, Yu Shan would consider the victim deserving, then hand her the knife and help bury the body.

Finally, Yu Shan’s gaze turned sharp: “Hua Man, no matter who sent you here, you belong to the young mistress now. If you dare betray her, I’ll be the first to make you pay!”

Hua Man: “…Understood.”

Clearly, she could never complain about the young mistress in front of Yu Shan. She’d initially thought they could bond as fellow servants by griping about their employer, but that strategy clearly wouldn’t work here.

What kind of spell had this young mistress cast on Yu Shan? Hua Man stood idly by the door, watching the bustling servants outside.

While she merely had to stand guard, the servants seemed endlessly occupied with tasks.

Just as her eyelids grew heavy with boredom, the automatic doors slid open. The servants filed in respectfully in single file.

Leaning slightly, Hua Man caught a glimpse inside before the doors closed.

The young mistress stood before the bed with eyes closed, arms outstretched, her graceful figure openly displayed. Though she wore only a camisole and loose shorts, it was enough to make Hua Man—a woman herself—flush with embarrassment.

The servants gently draped a silk robe over her shoulders.

Hua Man quickly averted her gaze, unable to control the redness creeping up her ears. She lowered her head, feigning composure.

“Needing someone else to help her get dressed—is this young mistress a three-year-old child?” she thought.

Soon, the languid voice of the young mistress came from inside, still slightly hoarse from sleep yet inexplicably sensual.

Standing some distance away, Hua Man couldn’t make out the words clearly, but she faintly heard Yushan mention her name.

Hua Man immediately perked up with full alertness.

Sure enough, before long, a maid emerged and softly addressed her: “Hello, the young mistress requests your presence inside.”

“Understood, thank you.”

Nodding calmly, Hua Man stepped forward into the room.

The young mistress was lounging on the sofa—two attendants massaging her shoulders while two others knelt at her feet, gently kneading her legs.

Her legs were spread wide, the thin robe left untied and gaping open from her posture, revealing jade-like skin beneath. The young mistress seemed completely unbothered by this state of undress, her gaze drifting lazily toward Hua Man with utter nonchalance.

Hua Man’s eyes darted about uncertainly before finally settling on the patterned floor as she stood quietly. “Better to speak less and err less,” she thought. “Let’s see what mischief the young mistress has in store now.”

“Why that sour face again?”

The young mistress spoke with amusement.

Hua Man stiffened—the familiarity in her tone was uncanny, given they’d only just met today. As for the “sour face,” she believed the young mistress was exaggerating; she simply wasn’t smiling.

As a bodyguard, maintaining an imposing aura was essential for intimidation, so Hua Man had rarely smiled since entering the Yang household.

Silence seemed impolite, so she replied succinctly: “I’m not.”

The young mistress clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. “I believe making eye contact is basic etiquette when speaking to someone.”

She looked up—though physically lower, her demeanor exuded the careless superiority of someone in power. Noticing Hua Man’s crimson ears, she smirked. “Hey, why won’t you look at me?”

Taking a deep breath, Hua Man raised her eyes to meet the other woman’s gaze.

Despite her best efforts to avoid inappropriate sights, her peripheral vision still caught glimpses of that overflowing whiteness. The young mistress had an excellent figure, and her low-cut camisole revealed half of a milky-white br3ast that looked exceptionally delicate. To the right of the cleavage, a small red mole was faintly visible.

A glaring red.

For the first time, Hua Man cursed her sharp eyesight.

“You’ve come to my side, yet haven’t told me your name.” Yang Zhao opened her mouth as she spoke, and Yushan immediately placed a washed cherry between her lips.

Though Yushan had already mentioned her name earlier, the young mistress was clearly feigning ignorance—likely seeking an excuse to make things difficult.

Being sent by the stepmother the young mistress despised most, Hua Man understood she’d be guilty by association. She braced herself for the coming challenges: “Hua Man.”

The young mistress’s tone was casual, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Which Hua, which Man?”

Hua Man’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. This attitude reminded her of how she herself teased cats and dogs.

“Hua as in China, Man as in endless.”

“Hmm, Hua Man…” Yang Zhao straightened slightly, extending his fair and slender hand toward Hua Man. “I’m Yang Zhao—’Yang’ as in the sun, ‘Zhao’ as in ‘bright as one’s wishes.’ You can call me—”

Yang Zhao drew out his words, finally concluding with a smile: “Zhaozhao.”