Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 20

The next instant, she was shoved away with great force.

 

 

Bang—

 

 

Her waist slammed into the corner of the table, and Yang Zhao gasped in pain, unable to recover for a long time.

 

 

“You…”

 

 

She was in too much pain to speak, clutching her lower back as if her entire waist had gone numb, unable to move even slightly.

 

 

Her face turned deathly pale from the agony.

 

 

Seeing this, Hua Man forgot all about the liberties that had just been taken with her and rushed forward to steady Yang Zhao. “Are you okay?”

 

 

Yang Zhao nearly laughed in exasperation. “Do I look okay to you?!”

 

 

Hua Man pressed her lips together.

 

 

If Yang Zhao hadn’t done something like that to her, she wouldn’t have pushed her away.

 

 

But she truly hadn’t realized her own strength. When she saw the dark bruise forming on Yang Zhao’s lower back, her heart sank.

 

 

They had managed to get through the wilderness competition unscathed, only for the young miss to end up injured in the end—and at her own hands, no less.

 

 

“It hurts so much.” Yang Zhao grabbed Hua Man’s wrist and pulled her hand toward her waist. “Is it bruised? Rub it for me.”

 

 

“Let’s go to the hospital.”

 

 

As she spoke, Hua Man withdrew her hand.

 

 

Yang Zhao narrowed her eyes at this.

 

 

She never did anything that didn’t benefit her. Having suffered so much, if she didn’t get something out of Hua Man in return, wouldn’t she be at a loss?

 

 

“Fine,” she said with a dark expression. “But since you’re the one who caused this injury, you’re responsible for it.”

 

 

Hua Man lowered her gaze. “Mm.”

 

 

“There are two options. First, you can use the medicine from home to massage it for me.” Yang Zhao supported her lower back as she spoke. “Second, take me to the hospital and get me a full-body checkup.”

 

 

“Full-body?”

 

 

“Of course.” Yang Zhao nodded firmly, lifting her chin. “It hurt so much just now—who knows if I might have internal injuries? My heart, liver, lungs, or spleen could be damaged. A full examination is absolutely necessary.”

 

 

After a pause, she added, “Also, you owe me compensation for emotional distress. I’ve never suffered like this in my life.”

 

 

If Hua Man still couldn’t tell that Yang Zhao was forcing her to choose the first option, she’d be a complete fool.

 

 

“I can’t move at all right now. Call an ambulance for me.”

 

 

With that, Yang Zhao slowly shifted onto the sofa and lay face down.

 

 

“Well? Have you made up your mind?” She hugged a cushion and looked up.

 

 

She seemed utterly confident.

 

 

Though Hua Man wanted to stand her ground, even a fool could guess that she couldn’t afford the consequences of choosing the second option.

 

 

She had no choice but to lower her eyes. “I’ll go get the medicine.”

 

 

Yang Zhao immediately brightened. “Good.”

 

 

She settled quietly onto the sofa.

 

 

It was true that she had taken advantage of the situation to make Hua Man tend to her, but the pain was also very real.

 

 

Originally, Yang Zhao had planned to tease Hua Man while she applied the medicine, but in the end, her scheme had backfired spectacularly.

 

 

She completely forgot about flirting—all her attention was consumed by the throbbing pain in her lower back.

 

 

Before, when she had Hua Man massage her, Yang Zhao always thought Hua Man was too gentle, as if she hadn’t eaten. But now, while applying the medicine, she realized just how unbearable Hua Man’s strength could be.

 

 

Too pained to maintain her usual arrogance, she actually softened her tone for once:

 

 

“Be gentler.”

 

 

 

Hua Man paused in her movements, lowering her gaze to the reddened area she had been kneading. She poured more medicinal liquor into her palm, one hand gripping Yang Zhao’s waist while the other pressed firmly against the bruise.

 

 

Her strength didn’t lessen in the slightest.

 

 

“Ah—”

 

 

Yang Zhao cried out in pain.

 

 

Expressionless, Hua Man continued kneading with unrelenting force: “For impact injuries like this, you have to work out the bruising for faster healing.”

 

 

Having practiced judo since childhood, she was quite experienced in treating such bumps and bruises.

 

 

“Working it out doesn’t mean you have to use so much force, does it?” Yang Zhao struggled to sit up from the couch, one hand bracing against the sofa while the other tightly grasped Hua Man’s wrist. “Be gentler.”

 

 

“Wasn’t it the young mistress who asked me to handle this?” Hua Man met her gaze evenly. “Since you chose option one, you should cooperate.”

 

 

With that, she pulled Yang Zhao’s restraining hand away, the arm around her waist tightening unyieldingly as she pushed her back down.

 

 

“Mmph!”

 

 

Yang Zhao’s face buried into the pillow before she could struggle up again, just as the kneading at her waist resumed.

 

 

Tears instantly sprang to her eyes. Clenching her fists, she ground out through gritted teeth: “Hua Man, just you wait… ah…”

 

 

Before she could finish her threat, another pained cry escaped her lips. Yang Zhao collapsed weakly on the sofa, utterly at Hua Man’s mercy.

 

 

Noticing Yang Zhao’s sudden quietness, Hua Man glanced up.

 

 

She lay sprawled on the couch, brows drooping, forehead glistening with sweat, looking utterly pitiful in her lethargy.

 

 

So pitiful it made one forget how infuriating she could be.

 

 

Unconsciously, Hua Man’s movements gentled. Feeling the warmth beneath her palm, she hesitated before finally withdrawing her hand. “That’s enough.”

 

 

Returning from washing her hands, Hua Man found Yang Zhao still lying there listlessly, making her doubt whether she’d truly been too rough.

 

 

After some thought, she offered: “If you feel unwell elsewhere, I can call a doctor.”

 

 

Yang Zhao lifted weary eyes. “Shut up.”

 

 

She seemed genuinely angry, but having witnessed her earlier wails of pain, Hua Man found this threat completely lacking in menace.

 

 

Like a kitten trying to appear fierce by hissing.

 

 

The moment this thought surfaced, Hua Man suppressed it immediately.

 

 

She shouldn’t let her guard down. Yang Zhao was no kitten, but a highly dangerous tiger capable of madness at any moment.

 

 

Her earlier impulsiveness might have invited unnecessary trouble.

 

 

Composing herself, Hua Man prepared for Yang Zhao’s punishment.

 

 

It took Yang Zhao over half an hour to recover somewhat. Her lower back burned as if steaming, the initial wave of pain that had numbed half her body gradually giving way to a tingling, oddly pleasant sensation.

 

 

Her gaze lifted to rest on Hua Man’s face.

 

 

Few dared to cause her pain.

 

 

Remembering how she’d been pinned forcefully to the couch, completely at Hua Man’s mercy, an indescribable satisfaction and thrill dispelled her earlier humiliation and anger.

 

 

This version of Hua Man… she found herself liking even more.

 

 

She liked Hua Man’s dominance, liked how she defied orders with that unyielding determination that brooked no refusal.

 

 

It was far more captivating than an obedient Hua Man.

 

 

Sitting up, Yang Zhao beckoned to her: “Come here.”

 

 

Her tone carried a peculiar softness.

 

 

 

Hua Man grew alert.

 

 

The young mistress was probably about to settle scores.

 

 

At worst, she’d get her salary docked or take a beating from the young mistress.

 

 

Taking a deep breath, Hua Man walked toward Yang Zhao.

 

 

Stopping in front of the sofa, she lowered her gaze to meet Yang Zhao’s.

 

 

It must have been an illusion, but she actually thought she saw a hint of a smile on Yang Zhao’s face.

 

 

The young mistress reached out and grabbed the hem of her clothes. “You’re too tall. Kneel down.”

 

 

Was she about to hit her?

 

 

Hua Man had seen her slap someone before, but her first thought wasn’t fear for herself—

 

 

Her eyes instinctively fell on Yang Zhao’s hands.

 

 

Those delicate hands already bore faint marks from drawing the bow these past few days. If she struck someone now, it would probably take days for them to heal.

 

 

“Hua Man.”

 

 

Seeing her hesitation, Yang Zhao called her name again with patience.

 

 

Hua Man snapped out of it, frowning subconsciously. Was she insane? Instead of worrying about herself, she was concerned about the young mistress.

 

 

Shaking off the absurd thoughts, she knelt down, meeting Yang Zhao at eye level.

 

 

After a moment’s thought, she lowered herself slightly further.

 

 

From this angle, the young mistress would have an easier time hitting her.

 

 

Sure enough, Yang Zhao raised her hand. Hua Man quickly lowered her gaze, bracing for the slap.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s palm did land on her face—but the outcome was nothing like Hua Man expected.

 

 

The touch was unbearably gentle.

 

 

Her hand pressed lightly, almost tenderly, against Hua Man’s cheek, her thumb even brushing softly over her skin.

 

 

Hua Man’s scalp prickled instantly. She looked up at Yang Zhao in shock.

 

 

Yang Zhao asked, “Were you angry just now?”

 

 

“No,” Hua Man denied immediately.

 

 

The next second, Yang Zhao’s thumb pressed against her lips.

 

 

“Liar.”

 

 

Yang Zhao smiled faintly, gently kneading Hua Man’s full lips before sighing. “You don’t like it when I kiss you, do you?”

 

 

She seemed… unwell.

 

 

Hua Man’s alarm bells rang. Just as she was about to stand, Yang Zhao spoke again:

 

 

“I heard you have a half-sister.”

 

 

Hua Man froze.

 

 

Of course.

 

 

Of course Yang Zhao knew everything about her.

 

 

“How pitiful. I heard she’s not only paralyzed but also blind.” Yang Zhao sighed softly. “Why would you ask Qin Fangqin for help with your sister? When it comes to medical resources, who could possibly surpass me?”

 

 

“She and I are just strangers connected by bl00d. I’ve already done my best to help her.” Hua Man forced herself to stay calm, refusing to fall into the trap. “That’s enough.”

 

 

“Is it?” Yang Zhao’s lips curved. “Then she’s truly lucky. I pitied her, so I decided to bring her to my private sanatorium and hire the best doctors for her treatment.”

 

 

“Now is the best time for her recovery. The longer it’s delayed, the harder it’ll be. I have a ninety percent chance of getting her back on her feet. Are you sure you don’t want to seize this opportunity?”

 

 

She shamelessly weaponized morality: “She’s your own sister. If you miss this chance, she’ll remain blind—and a cripple who can’t even stand. How old is she? She has decades ahead of her. How long do you think she’ll last?”

 

 

Seeing Hua Man’s stunned expression, Yang Zhao’s mood improved. “I already sent someone to handle it yesterday. You probably didn’t know—she’s in my private sanatorium now. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

 

 

Hua Man’s breathing grew ragged.

 

 

Yang Zhao was even more adept at manipulation than Qin Fangqin.

 

 

With an angelic face, she could still send chills down one’s spine.

 

 

 

“How was it?” Yang Zhao leaned in, pressing her forehead against Hua Man’s, noticing she didn’t pull away. Unable to suppress a smile, she asked, “Did you like my kiss?”

 

 

It was a question similar yet different from before.

 

 

“Why so quiet?” Seeing Hua Man remain silent, Yang Zhao chuckled, “Forgotten how it feels when I kiss you?”

 

 

Without waiting for a response, she slightly distanced herself, cupping Hua Man’s face in her hands. Her gaze dropped to those full, beautiful lips. “No worries, I’ll remind you.”

 

 

And make sure you never forget.

 

 

As she bent down to capture those tempting lips, Hua Man suddenly turned her head away.

 

 

“Hmm?” Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow.

 

 

“I don’t like women.” Hua Man struggled to steady her breathing, making one last attempt at resistance.

 

 

Yang Zhao laughed softly.

 

 

At that moment, she knew she’d won.

 

 

Whether Hua Man liked women or not didn’t matter to her.

 

 

The important thing was—she did.

 

 

That was enough.

 

 

She leaned in again, and this time Hua Man didn’t evade. Finally, she got to taste those coveted red lips she’d been longing for.

 

 

Feeling Hua Man tremble, she reached up to gently stroke her back—a comforting gesture that contrasted with the teasing flick of her tongue against Hua Man’s lips.

 

 

Hua Man’s breathing grew uneven.

 

 

Yang Zhao pulled back slightly, amusement in her voice:

 

 

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to like it.”

 

 

Then she captured Hua Man’s lips once more.

 

 

This time with more force, biting just hard enough to make Hua Man wince and part her lips—giving Yang Zhao the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

 

 

She kissed her thoroughly.

 

 

So sweet.

 

 

This was Yang Zhao’s first time feeling so strongly about someone, her first time discovering that kissing could be this exhilarating.

 

 

Even if Hua Man was as stiff as a board.

 

 

She playfully nipped at her lips, her hands sliding down from Hua Man’s cheeks to grasp her slender, vulnerable neck, pulling her closer.

 

 

Closer—

 

 

Even closer.

 

 

She wished she could melt into Hua Man.

 

 

But the kiss didn’t last.

 

 

She was pushed away again.

 

 

Though not exactly a delicate young lady, Yang Zhao was no match for Hua Man’s trained strength as a bodyguard.

 

 

Yang Zhao licked the silver strand from the corner of her lips.

 

 

Sweet—whether it was hers, Hua Man’s, or both, she couldn’t tell.

 

 

She was thoroughly pleased.

 

 

Hua Man might be stronger, but Yang Zhao had gotten what she wanted—a deep, satisfying taste.

 

 

Relishing the lingering sweetness, Yang Zhao smiled. “Kissing is thrilling, isn’t it? So pleasurable.”

 

 

But Hua Man didn’t answer.

 

 

“Where’s my sister?”

 

 

Her eyes held only cold fury, showing no trace of the passion from moments ago.

 

 

Yang Zhao sighed dramatically. “How cruel.”

 

 

That had been her first kiss.

 

 

“Relax, she’s fine.” Now that pretenses were dropped, Yang Zhao spoke plainly. “Be good, and I’ll take you to see her later.”

 

 

With that, she lay back on the sofa.

 

 

That kiss had made her back ache again—annoying.

 

 

“I did help you, didn’t I?” Adjusting into a comfortable position, she sighed. “You shouldn’t shoulder this alone. You’re just a fresh graduate.”

 

 

Hua Man remained silent.

 

 

 

In truth, she wasn’t nearly as composed as she appeared.

 

 

That kiss had completely thrown her off balance.

 

 

If the other person had continued with their usual teasing—subtle and ambiguous—she could have pretended not to understand. But now that the veil had been lifted, she had no choice but to confront their relationship head-on.

 

 

And just her luck, Huaxi had been taken away by Yang Zhao.

 

 

She was at a disadvantage.

 

 

She didn’t even dare imagine how the two of them would behave in the time ahead.

 

 

Most likely, they would cross the line.

 

 

Again and again.