Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 24

As expected.

 

 

Hua Man pressed her lips together, bracing for criticism.

 

 

“What are you standing there for?” Yang Zhao glared at her unhappily. “Sit down and eat.”

 

 

Hua Man froze.

 

 

After a few seconds, she nodded. “Okay.”

 

 

On her way back to the kitchen to serve the noodles, she couldn’t help but glance back at Yang Zhao at the dining table.

 

 

Her head was lowered, her expression calm as she ate. She must have been starving—her pace was faster than usual, yet her movements remained elegant.

 

 

How strange. She hadn’t complained at all?

 

 

Maybe she was too hungry to react, focused only on filling her stomach.

 

 

When Hua Man returned to the table and saw that Yang Zhao had already finished most of her bowl, she became even more convinced of this possibility.

 

 

Once the young lady regained her senses, she’d probably settle the score later.

 

 

The only sounds in the living room were the two of them eating.

 

 

Hua Man’s bowl was small, and she finished it in just a few bites. When she looked up, she found Yang Zhao staring intently at her.

 

 

Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could speak, Yang Zhao pushed her bowl toward her. “More.”

 

 

Hua Man stared at her in shock.

 

 

She’d already eaten such a large bowl—and still wanted more?

 

 

“There’s none left,” Hua Man said awkwardly.

 

 

She had originally only cooked enough for one person but had accidentally made too much. Now that both of them had eaten, the pot was completely empty.

 

 

At this, Yang Zhao’s expression darkened.

 

 

“More,” she repeated.

 

 

So she wanted Hua Man to cook more? Hua Man stood up. “Alright, just wait a moment.”

 

 

Truthfully, that small bowl hadn’t filled her up either.

 

 

But even though it was the same process, cooking this time lacked the ease from before. She kept making small mistakes, like a complete novice in the kitchen.

 

 

And the overseer was standing right beside her, watching coldly.

 

 

After hesitating for a long time, Hua Man finally turned to Yang Zhao. “Could you wait outside? It’ll be ready soon.”

 

 

“No,” Young Lady Yang refused flatly. She crossed her arms and lifted her chin impatiently. “Hurry up.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Having eaten a large bowl of noodles, Yang Zhao had clearly regained her energy, her demeanor now carrying a hint of arrogance.

 

 

Suppressing all her emotions, Hua Man quickly finished cooking.

 

 

Again, there was a large bowl and a small one—but this time, she gave Yang Zhao the smaller portion.

 

 

Yang Zhao narrowed her eyes. “Hua Man, what do you mean by this?”

 

 

Hua Man met her gaze. “Does the young lady want to overeat and call a doctor later?”

 

 

Yang Zhao: “…”

 

 

Hua Man was getting bolder—was she implying that she’d eaten too much?

 

 

Just as she was about to retort, Hua Man added, “The noodles will get soggy if you don’t eat them soon.”

 

 

For the sake of the noodles, Yang Zhao decided to let it slide—for now.

 

 

Even though she’d already eaten a large bowl, the aroma of the noodles was irresistible, making her mouth water. As she ate, she glanced at Hua Man.

 

 

When she’d first woken up, drenched in sweat and lying in bed, she’d fully intended to confront Hua Man. But the moment she stepped out of her room, the rich fragrance filling the air had made her stomach growl in protest.

 

 

This was the first time she’d seen Hua Man cooking.

 

 

Even though it was just her back, Yang Zhao found herself unable to look away. Watching her bustle around the kitchen, her earlier anger inexplicably vanished.

 

 

It was a warmth she hadn’t seen in a long time.

 

 

 

The aroma wafting from the kitchen was strangely unfamiliar. Though the bowl of noodles didn’t look particularly appealing, it tasted better than any high-end restaurant dish.

 

 

At least Hua Man was considerate enough to cook for her, so Yang Zhao decided not to hold a grudge over being dumped, sweaty and all, onto the bed.

 

 

She quickly finished the bowl of noodles. Unable to stand the sticky discomfort on her skin any longer, Yang Zhao decided to take a long, relaxing bath.

 

 

Glancing at Hua Man, who was still eating, she stood up. “I’m going to shower.”

 

 

Hua Man: “Now?”

 

 

“Or what?” Yang Zhao replied expressionlessly. She couldn’t endure another second of feeling filthy and sticky.

 

 

Hua Man warned, “Taking a bath right after eating might make you feel sick.”

 

 

Yang Zhao huffed, “This is all your fault.”

 

 

Hua Man fell silent, resisting the urge to respond.

 

 

Though she didn’t say anything, Yang Zhao still directed her irritation at her. Sitting back down, she glared coldly. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

 

 

Hua Man averted her gaze.

 

 

“Hmm?” Noticing her evasiveness, Yang Zhao—who had initially asked casually—immediately sensed something unusual and pressed further. “Speak. Why didn’t you wake me?”

 

 

There was no way she had magically appeared in the hotel bed on her own, and the driver wouldn’t dare touch her.

 

 

So…

 

 

“Did you carry me to the room?” She reached out, gripping Hua Man’s chin and forcing her to meet her eyes. “Did you carry me or piggyback me?”

 

 

“If you don’t answer, I’ll have someone pull the surveillance footage.”

 

 

Hearing this, Hua Man pressed her lips together before answering, “Carried.”

 

 

“Oh—” Yang Zhao released her chin, then pinched her arm with a smirk. “Not bad arm strength.”

 

 

She returned to her earlier question. “So why didn’t you wake me and instead went through the trouble of carrying me up?”

 

 

She seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Hua Man lowered her gaze. “You get grumpy when woken up.”

 

 

Yang Zhao froze, then darkened her expression.

 

 

Leaning back in her chair, a shadow crossed her brow. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

 

 

Hua Man, of course, knew what she wanted to hear.

 

 

If it were just about placating the young miss, she could have easily said something sweet. But the truth was… she had genuinely hesitated, unable to bring herself to wake her.

 

 

Because it was the truth, it became harder to say.

 

 

Yang Zhao commanded, “Come here.”

 

 

Her tone brooked no refusal.

 

 

Hua Man pressed her lips together and stood before her.

 

 

Yang Zhao looked up, her beautiful eyes deep and unreadable. Hua Man’s lashes fluttered slightly. The next second, Yang Zhao ordered, “Kiss me.”

 

 

Her pupils contracted.

 

 

Yang Zhao said nothing more, simply watching her coldly.

 

 

Hua Man’s heart raced. Her gaze lingered on Yang Zhao’s lips. After a few seconds of silence, she took another step forward and bent down.

 

 

This was the first time she had ever initiated a kiss with Yang Zhao.

 

 

The moment their lips touched, her mind short-circuited, unsure of what to do next.

 

 

After several seconds of contact, she swallowed and began to pull away.

 

 

Suddenly, Yang Zhao’s hand gripped her waist.

 

 

“That’s it?” Yang Zhao arched a brow. “Who are you trying to fool?”

 

 

With a slight tug, she yanked Hua Man back down.

 

 

Hua Man stumbled forward, crashing into her again.

 

 

Yang Zhao took control, quickly parting her lips. She was domineering in everything she did—even kissing was no exception.

 

 

Hua Man’s lashes trembled incessantly. Neither of them closed their eyes.

 

 

There was no passion in their kiss. All Hua Man saw in Yang Zhao’s gaze was provocation.

 

 

She was challenging her.

 

 

Realizing this, Hua Man suddenly lost herself.

 

 

 

The next second, a sudden pain on her lips made her wince, followed by Yang Zhao pushing her away with displeasure written all over her face. “You’re spacing out?”

 

 

“Even when we’re kissing, you’re still distracted?”

 

 

Hua Man lowered her gaze, hiding her emotions.

 

 

Seeing her silence, Yang Zhao grew even more frustrated, her voice turning cold. “Speak.”

 

 

“Sorry.” Hua Man collected her thoughts and looked up at her. “The dishes still need to be cleaned up. I should go—”

 

 

Before she could finish, her wrist was seized by Yang Zhao.

 

 

A firm tug later, Hua Man’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t resist, letting herself be pulled onto Yang Zhao’s lap.

 

 

“What’s the rush?” Yang Zhao rested her chin on Hua Man’s shoulder, tilting her head to study her. “Tell me, why did you carry me up here?”

 

 

Her fingers traced Hua Man’s reddened lips, her tone domineering. “Only say what I want to hear.”

 

 

Hua Man stayed silent for a few seconds. “You looked tired.”

 

 

It was the truth, but Yang Zhao might not like hearing it.

 

 

Just as she was wondering what words would please the young mistress, Yang Zhao suddenly chuckled in her ear.

 

 

“You were worried about me.”

 

 

Her tone was certain.

 

 

Hua Man didn’t understand how her simple “you looked tired” had been interpreted as concern, but judging by Yang Zhao’s expression, it was clearly the right answer.

 

 

Since the correct response had already been given, Hua Man wasn’t foolish enough to miss the opportunity.

 

 

“Right,” she nodded. “I was worried about you.”

 

 

With that, she tried to stand. “I’ll go wash the dishes.”

 

 

Only to be pulled right back by the waist. Yang Zhao’s voice was laced with amusement. “If you do everything, what’s left for others?”

 

 

Leaning quietly against Hua Man, Yang Zhao closed her eyes.

 

 

Truthfully, she had been in high spirits today.

 

 

Reaching the mountaintop had eased the emotions she’d been suppressing for so long, leaving her feeling light and free.

 

 

But then…

 

 

She glanced at Hua Man.

 

 

For someone who usually seemed so bold, just climbing a mountain had left her face pale with fear. Pathetic.

 

 

“Didn’t you want to take a bath?” Hua Man stiffened and spoke again. “I’ll go check the water temperature.”

 

 

Clearly, she was itching to leave. Yang Zhao saw through it but didn’t call her out, simply releasing her. “Go ahead.”

 

 

Her voice still carried a trace of laughter.

 

 

Hua Man couldn’t help but glance back at her.

 

 

The young mistress had a faint smile in her eyes.

 

 

Just moments ago, Yang Zhao’s displeasure had been palpable, yet a single sentence had smoothed her ruffled feathers.

 

 

She really was easy to please.

 

 

The thought made Hua Man exhale in relief.

 

 

Yang Zhao had always loved long baths. As Hua Man adjusted the water temperature, hesitating over which essential oil to add, footsteps sounded behind her.

 

 

“Which one do you—”

 

 

Turning with two bottles in hand, her words died the moment her gaze landed on Yang Zhao.

 

 

She immediately averted her eyes, her face burning instantly.

 

 

“Which one what?”

 

 

Yang Zhao stopped beside her, shedding the last piece of fabric before stepping into the tub.

 

 

Just as she settled into the most comfortable position, she noticed Hua Man standing there with the bottles, head bowed, her exposed ears already flushed crimson.

 

 

Yang Zhao paused, then burst into laughter. “Hua Man, are you blushing?”

 

 

Hua Man dodged the question. “Which oil do you want?”

 

 

Yang Zhao muffled another laugh. Couldn’t even look at her—how pathetic.

 

 

She leaned back, watching the foam in the water, her tone lazy. “Use whichever scent you like best on me.”

 

 

Hua Man’s breath hitched slightly.

 

 

This was a trap.

 

 

And Yang Zhao was already urging her on. “Hurry up.”

 

 

Then came the final blow: “If you don’t pick soon, I’ll punish you by making you join me.”

 

 

 

Without hesitation, Hua Man quickly selected a bottle.

 

 

“Rose?” Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You like this scent?”

 

 

She had assumed Hua Man wouldn’t prefer such a rich, sweet fragrance.

 

 

Hua Man kept her eyes lowered, staring at her toes, not daring to lift her gaze for fear of seeing something inappropriate. “I’ll wait outside while you bathe.”

 

 

Her wrist was caught by Yang Zhao’s damp hand.

 

 

“Don’t be in such a hurry.” Yang Zhao smiled, grasping Hua Man’s hand with both of hers. “I’m so exhausted—what if I faint while soaking? You need to watch over me.”

 

 

Hua Man immediately replied, “I can come back in ten minutes.”

 

 

“I want you to stay here and watch me,” Yang Zhao said, her eyes darkening slightly.

 

 

Hua Man didn’t argue further. “Alright.”

 

 

As the sound of water filled her ears, Hua Man stared blankly at her toes until she felt droplets splash onto her face.

 

 

She cautiously looked up—past the edge of the bathtub, the white foam, all the way to the soft pink skin.