Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 26

Unfortunately, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

 

 

When Hua Man learned that Yang Zhao intended to take her to a fashion show, her alarm bells instantly went off.

 

 

Just that morning, Yu Shan had mentioned that Zhao Yang was attending the show as a designer. Now, Yang Zhao wanted to go as well—Hua Man couldn’t help but overthink it.

 

 

Had Yu Shan told Yang Zhao about Zhao Yang?

 

 

“What’s with that expression?” Yang Zhao narrowed her eyes at Hua Man’s reaction.

 

 

“I thought you were tired?” Hua Man carefully probed.

 

 

“Yu Shan arranged for an excellent masseuse.” Yang Zhao shot Hua Man a disdainful look. “Your taste is terrible. I’ll take you to a few more shows during this trip—learn properly.”

 

 

Hua Man never expected that she would be the reason Yang Zhao wanted to attend fashion shows.

 

 

She quickly countered, “I can study more on my own through videos.”

 

 

“How can a screen compare to the real thing?” Yang Zhao stated firmly. “You have to experience it in person.”

 

 

“We’ve been away for so long—don’t you miss home?” Hua Man racked her brain. “Shouldn’t we head back soon?”

 

 

“Wherever I am is home.” Yang Zhao dismissed the idea.

 

 

The Yang family estate was merely a comfortable place to live, not a home. Wherever she went, that was Yang Zhao’s home.

 

 

But Hua Man’s behavior was truly odd.

 

 

Yang Zhao studied her thoughtfully. “You don’t want to go?”

 

 

“I miss home,” Hua Man forced out. “I miss my mom. Can we go back early?”

 

 

The moment the words left her mouth, Yang Zhao burst into laughter.

 

 

“Hua Man, stop using the ‘mama’s girl’ act on me.” She mercilessly exposed the lie. “Ever since your mother remarried, you’ve barely seen her. There’s no way you’re that attached. Don’t use her as an excuse.”

 

 

Hua Man hadn’t expected Yang Zhao to have investigated even this. Being called out so bluntly, her expression turned awkward.

 

 

But in an instant, she composed herself and pressed on stubbornly, “It’s precisely because we rarely see each other that I miss her.”

 

 

Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow in surprise.

 

 

Missing someone because you rarely see them?

 

 

That was a fresh perspective. A smirk curled her lips. “You’re impossible.”

 

 

Noticing a hint of flexibility, Hua Man asked, “So… can we?”

 

 

“You really want to?”

 

 

“I really do.”

 

 

“Fine, if you want to see your mother that badly.” Yang Zhao leaned back, resting her head against the plush sofa. She blinked slowly. “Kiss me.”

 

 

Hua Man froze.

 

 

“Make me happy, and we’ll go back early. How’s that?”

 

 

Yang Zhao watched Hua Man’s reaction with amusement. “Didn’t you say you desperately wanted to see your mom? The opportunity’s right here—won’t you try?”

 

 

“Or—”

 

 

She leaned forward slightly. “Were you lying to me just now?”

 

 

After several seconds of locked gazes, Hua Man forced out, “Of course not.”

 

 

If she lost Yang Zhao’s trust now, nothing she said in the future would be believed.

 

 

Besides, compared to the chaos Yang Zhao might unleash at a fashion show, kissing her here was the lesser evil.

 

 

Her eyes dropped to Yang Zhao’s lips.

 

 

Her heart pounded like thunder.

 

 

She stepped closer, stopping right in front of Yang Zhao. As she slowly bent down, Yang Zhao’s scent enveloped her, intoxicating, nearly drowning her in its intensity.

 

 

 

She didn’t even dare to breathe too heavily, carefully leaning in with an unmistakable tremble.

 

 

This wasn’t the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss her, yet she still couldn’t suppress the nervousness in her heart. When she lifted her gaze and met Yang Zhao’s smiling but composed eyes, she slowly calmed down.

 

 

In the game between two people, the one who showed fear first would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

 

 

She couldn’t stay like this forever.

 

 

Her chaotic mind cleared slightly in that moment. Steadying herself, she bit Yang Zhao’s lip.

 

 

The pressure wasn’t too strong, but when she saw the surprise flicker in Yang Zhao’s eyes, a faint sense of triumph surged in her chest.

 

 

Encouraged, her movements grew firmer. She closed her eyes, imagining those soft lips as jelly.

 

 

Gently holding them, she sucked clumsily.

 

 

With her eyes closed, deprived of sight, every other sensation amplified tenfold.

 

 

The fragrance at the tip of her nose, the sweetness in her mouth—it was like an intoxicating incense, weighing down her mind until the taste of iron seeped between their lips.

 

 

Hua Man froze. When she looked up, she was met with Yang Zhao’s deep gaze, those beautiful eyes gleaming with excitement, dazzlingly bright.

 

 

She immediately pulled back.

 

 

Their lips parted, and the crimson bead of bl00d on Yang Zhao’s lip became even more striking.

 

 

The next second, a small tongue darted out, licking the bl00d away.

 

 

Savoring the metallic tang, Yang Zhao chuckled. “You’re bold. Few people can make me bleed.”

 

 

Hua Man’s face burned, too embarrassed to meet her eyes. “Sorry.”

 

 

“What are you apologizing for?” Yang Zhao arched a brow, her tone meaningful. “I’m quite satisfied, Manman.”

 

 

Hua Man was stunned.

 

 

As unbelievable as it was, it was true—Yang Zhao seemed genuinely pleased with her kiss and didn’t mention the fashion show again.

 

 

But Hua Man hadn’t expected that Yang Zhao wouldn’t just cancel her return ticket—she had also brought Hua Man’s mother to City C.

 

 

When she received Chen Yan’s call, she was out buying street food for the young miss.

 

 

“You’re in City C?”

 

 

“Yeah, the young miss arranged for us to have a paid vacation, some kind of team-building trip. All expenses covered by the Yang family.” Chen Yan’s voice brimmed with joy. “Your uncle and Fangfei came too. When can we all have a meal together?”

 

 

Hua Man’s gaze dimmed slightly, her tone dropping. “The young miss only has me right now. I can’t leave.”

 

 

“I heard Yu Shan went to see the young miss with a whole group of people.” Chen Yan’s cheerful voice turned cautious. “Manman, do you… still blame me? For remarrying and starting a new family? Do you hate me?”

 

 

“No,” Hua Man denied quickly. “Mom, I’m happy you found your happiness. I’ve never blamed you for remarrying.”

 

 

It was the truth. She truly didn’t hold it against Chen Yan.

 

 

Everyone had the right to pursue happiness. After Hua Qiang divorced Chen Yan, he remarried almost immediately—why shouldn’t Chen Yan do the same?

 

 

Even though after her mother rebuilt her family, an invisible barrier seemed to form, leaving Hua Man with no place to call home, she had never resented Chen Yan for it.

 

 

“Mom, don’t overthink it.” She nudged a pebble with her foot. “It really is just a matter of time. We’ll have a meal together when there’s a chance, okay?”

 

 

Chen Yan finally seemed convinced and, after a few more reminders, hung up.

 

 

 

Hua Man let out a relieved sigh, but soon found herself in a complicated mood.

 

 

She never expected things to unfold this way. What on earth was going through Yang Zhao’s mind?

 

 

Because of that phone call, Hua Man had been delayed. When she returned to the car, Yang Zhao wore a sour expression, clearly displeased. “I asked you to get me some food, not to finish eating it yourself before coming back.”

 

 

Hua Man said nothing, simply handing her the food.

 

 

But Yang Zhao recoiled slightly, her face twisting in disgust. “What’s that smell? It’s disgusting. Get it away from me.”

 

 

Hua Man looked up at her. “You said the aroma outside smelled good and wanted to try it.”

 

 

Yang Zhao covered her nose. “Well, now I think it stinks. Got a problem with that?”

 

 

Earlier, she had been momentarily tempted—seeing Hua Man staring at the roadside stall as they passed, she suddenly felt the urge to try it. But now that she had cooled down, she realized how filthy street food was. Just the sight of the black grease stains on the bag killed her appetite.

 

 

The smell filled the car. Yang Zhao rolled down the window and ordered decisively, “Throw it away.”

 

 

Hua Man frowned. She had waited in line for so long, standing by the sizzling grill in the heat, only for this spoiled young lady to suddenly change her mind and demand she toss it?

 

 

Hua Man still didn’t react, daring to ignore her words. Yang Zhao narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening. “Hua Man.”

 

 

“Fine.”

 

 

Seeing Hua Man take the food and step out of the car, Yang Zhao finally felt satisfied—until she realized Hua Man had the audacity to disobey her. Instead of throwing it away, she gave the bag of skewers to a stranger.

 

 

Yang Zhao couldn’t help clicking her tongue in irritation.

 

 

This woman was getting bolder by the day.

 

 

But she hadn’t expected Hua Man to push it even further.

 

 

Watching from the car as the surprised stranger chatted with Hua Man, both of them eventually smiling, Yang Zhao’s eyes narrowed.

 

 

How irritating.

 

 

Hua Man had never smiled at her like that.

 

 

Was she really being outshone by some random nobody?

 

 

Her expression darkened. She stepped out of the car and strode toward them, her face icy.

 

 

Without a word, she snatched the bag of skewers from the stranger’s hands and unceremoniously tossed it into a nearby trash bin. Then, she grabbed Hua Man’s wrist and dragged her back.

 

 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

 

 

The stranger, face flushed with anger, immediately chased after them, demanding an explanation.

 

 

“What I do is none of your business,” Yang Zhao stopped and glared coldly. “I threw away my trash and took back what’s mine. What’s it to you?”

 

 

Hearing Yang Zhao refer to the perfectly good skewers as “trash,” the stranger’s face turned red with fury. But Yang Zhao’s domineering aura overwhelmed her, leaving her speechless.

 

 

“I’m sorry,” Hua Man said, frowning.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s already sour expression twisted even further.

 

 

Pressing her lips together, she shoved Hua Man into the car.

 

 

The moment the door closed, she began her reprimand. “Hua Man, how dare you give my things to someone else?”

 

 

After everything that had just happened, Hua Man was also seething inside. She forced herself to stay calm. “You said you didn’t want it.”

 

 

“If I don’t want something, it still belongs to me,” Yang Zhao declared, her gaze dark and unyielding, her words absurdly possessive. “It doesn’t belong in someone else’s hands, or their stomach, turning into their waste.”

 

 

Hua Man was stunned by her words.

 

 

 

It wasn’t just because of the skewers that ended up in the trash, but also because these words made her think of herself.

 

 

How would such a domineering Yang Zhao, who wouldn’t even allow things he disliked to belong to others, treat her a year from now?

 

 

Could she really return to her old life after leaving Yang Zhao’s side in a year?

 

 

Would she… still be able to meet, befriend, and fall in love with others normally?

 

 

She didn’t need to think deeply to immediately know the answer.

 

 

How could that ever be possible?

 

 

Such a tyrannical Yang Zhao would never allow her to belong to someone else—even if by then he no longer loved her.

 

 

At this thought, Hua Man’s breath caught slightly.

 

 

Would she forever bear Yang Zhao’s mark, becoming his exclusive possession?

 

 

No. She had never belonged to anyone.

 

 

She belonged only to herself—not some object to be disposed of at will.