Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 27

Seeing Hua Man remain silent for a long time, Yang Zhao gave her a cool glance before abruptly changing the subject: “Find a time to meet your mother.”

 

 

The moment she brought up Chen Yan, Hua Man immediately looked at her: “You’re cheating.”

 

 

The term was fresh to Yang Zhao, who raised an eyebrow: “How so?”

 

 

Her reaction was unexpected, but Hua Man pressed on: “You said if I kissed you and satisfied you, we’d go back early.”

 

 

Finally, suppressing her embarrassment, she added: “You said you were very satisfied.”

 

 

“That’s right, I was very satisfied,” Yang Zhao replied, a smile playing on her lips. “But what you wanted was to see your mother. Now I’m bringing her to you—how is that cheating?”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Wasn’t this the very definition of cheating?

 

 

That wasn’t the original agreement at all.

 

 

But as the one pulling the trick, Yang Zhao acted utterly unapologetic, completely convinced she was in the right. Hua Man stared at her for a few seconds before surrendering to her shamelessness.

 

 

She didn’t press the issue further—after all, her goal had already been achieved. Yang Zhao hadn’t taken her to the fashion show yesterday.

 

 

Unfortunately, fate was entirely against her.

 

 

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Yang Zhao spoke up:

 

 

“You’re coming with me to the show tonight.”

 

 

“What show?” Hua Man clung to a sliver of hope.

 

 

“The fashion show.” Yang Zhao’s expression turned serious. “This event features works from renowned designers across multiple countries. Manman, you need to study them carefully.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

In the end, she couldn’t escape it.

 

 

But she quickly thought of a win-win solution: “I can go by myself. No need for you to waste time accompanying me.”

 

 

Yang Zhao paused, then burst into laughter: “Manman, do you have an invitation?”

 

 

Hua Man stiffened but quickly countered: “You could give me yours.”

 

 

Yang Zhao smirked. “Too bad—I don’t have one either.”

 

 

The words stunned Hua Man: “You don’t?”

 

 

Then how was Yang Zhao planning to take her?

 

 

As if reading her mind, Yang Zhao replied with confidence and arrogance: “My face is the invitation.”

 

 

Hua Man fell silent.

 

 

She didn’t doubt Yang Zhao’s bold claim—Yang Zhao truly had the capital to back it up.

 

 

The Yang family’s assets spanned the globe, making them a formidable presence both domestically and internationally. As the head of this empire, Yang Zhao had every right to be arrogant.

 

 

After studying Hua Man for a few seconds, Yang Zhao effortlessly pierced through her facade: “You don’t want me at the fashion show.”

 

 

Noticing the slight shift in Hua Man’s expression, she laughed, finding it even more amusing. “Let me guess—”

 

 

The deliberate pause seemed designed to make Hua Man’s heart race before she declared with certainty: “Zhao Yang will be there too.”

 

 

Hua Man stayed silent for a moment before nodding bluntly: “Yes.”

 

 

Originally, she hadn’t wanted Yang Zhao to attend simply to avoid complications. But trying to stop her had only led to more trouble—without changing the outcome.

 

 

Might as well accept it openly.

 

 

After all… she wouldn’t be the one suffering the consequences.

 

 

She resigned herself to her own selfishness.

 

 

“If she’s going and I’m not, what will people think? That I’m afraid of that b1tch Zhao Yang?” Yang Zhao’s voice turned icy as she pinched Hua Man’s chin.

 

 

 

She was about to lose her temper.

 

 

But after grabbing Hua Man’s face for a closer look and confirming that, rather than flying into a rage over this matter, she still preferred Hua Man’s face, Yang Zhao could only sigh faintly.

 

 

One always had to be a little more patient with the person they liked.

 

 

Releasing Hua Man, her tone softened slightly: “Don’t act on your own again.”

 

 

Even though she hadn’t used much force, her bodyguard’s face already bore a few clear finger marks.

 

 

Marks that belonged solely to her.

 

 

Yang Zhao curved her lips into a smile.

 

 

Whether it was leaving her marks on Hua Man or Hua Man’s marks on herself, it thrilled her beyond measure.

 

 

She had no idea how many times she’d tolerated Hua Man’s mistakes by now, but she didn’t feel offended—instead, she held a trace of anticipation.

 

 

Yes, she had expectations for Hua Man.

 

 

She wondered how far Hua Man could go, how much she could make Yang Zhao tolerate—or, in other words, how far Yang Zhao herself could go for Hua Man.

 

 

–

 

By the time they returned to the hotel, Yu Shan was already waiting in the suite.

 

 

“Miss!”

 

 

The moment she saw Yang Zhao, Yu Shan burst into tears.

 

 

Sniffling and sobbing, all traces of her earlier arrogance in front of Hua Man gone, she spoke with grievance and sorrow: “I thought you’d forgotten about me!”

 

 

Hua Man instinctively glanced at Yang Zhao.

 

 

Yang Zhao’s expression remained indifferent as she replied casually, “How could I? Shan Shan, I’ve been thinking of you often these past few days.”

 

 

Yet her gaze lingered on Hua Man.

 

 

Hua Man, who had been stealing glances at her, suddenly met her eyes. Within seconds, she caught the look of disdain Yang Zhao shot her way.

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Yang Zhao quickly averted her gaze and instructed Yu Shan to arrange their attendance at the evening fashion show.

 

 

She really had thought of Yu Shan. Compared to Yu Shan’s meticulousness, Hua Man was like a child just starting school—clumsy in everything, needing guidance at every turn.

 

 

The only thing she did well was protecting her.

 

 

But protection was never what Yang Zhao needed.

 

 

Over the years, she had challenged every extreme sport, constantly pushing her limits. She refused to be weak, let alone a pitiful creature in need of others’ protection.

 

 

“I knew you loved me best, Miss!”

 

 

Yu Shan, already mollified by Yang Zhao’s words, chattered excitedly, showering her with praise while slipping in a few barbed remarks aimed at Hua Man.

 

 

Yu Shan was testing the waters.

 

 

She didn’t know how far the young mistress and Hua Man had progressed during her absence.

 

 

But the young mistress’s attitude was hard to decipher.

 

 

She neither refuted nor showed any displeasure at Yu Shan’s veiled criticisms of Hua Man—yet she didn’t punish or reprimand Hua Man for them either.

 

 

This left Yu Shan deeply frustrated.

 

 

It felt as though she was no longer the young mistress’s favorite.

 

 

Since childhood, who else had made the young mistress laugh? Who else had attended to her every need so perfectly?

 

 

The young mistress had simply been deceived by Hua Man’s face. At this thought, Yu Shan couldn’t help but glare fiercely at Hua Man.

 

 

One day, she would make the young mistress see that this woman had nothing but a prettier face—in every other aspect, she paled in comparison!

 

 

Thus, for the evening fashion show, Yu Shan arranged everything with exceptional care, meticulously accounting for all of the young mistress’s usual preferences.

 

 

She even thoughtfully brought along the whip the young mistress wielded most skillfully.

 

 

 

Just before departure, Hua Man unexpectedly voiced her doubts: “Do we really need this for a fashion show?”

 

 

Yang Zhao raised an eyebrow.

 

 

In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Hua Man’s mind.

 

 

She refused to be a mere object under Yang Zhao’s control—she was a living, breathing person with her own will.

 

 

So, she took her first step of testing the waters.

 

 

Having just angered Yang Zhao over the fashion show matter, she didn’t dare push too far this time.

 

 

It wasn’t another act of defiance—just a small, cautious question.

 

 

Yet Yang Zhao firmly countered, “I need it.”

 

 

Her reply was so decisive that it was clear she intended to stir up trouble tonight. Hua Man had only meant to probe lightly, but hearing this, she impulsively pressed further.

 

 

“Why?” She stared straight at Yang Zhao. “Do you feel inferior to others and need a whip to boost your courage?”

 

 

“Hua Man!” Yu Shan was nearly exploding with fury at such audacity. “How dare you speak to the young mistress like that?!”

 

 

Too disrespectful!

 

 

Too brazen!

 

 

With a calculated glance at her mistress, Yu Shan subtly nudged the whip toward Yang Zhao.

 

 

Yang Zhao didn’t miss the gesture.

 

 

Her gaze shifted from Hua Man’s face as she picked up the whip—her most reliable “weapon” over the years. It could inflict pain without causing serious harm.

 

 

Most importantly, the sound of the whip striking flesh stirred an indescribable thrill in her.

 

 

But she refused to be ruled by her emotions, so she never wielded it recklessly.

 

 

Yet now, looking at Hua Man’s unwavering defiance, an overwhelming urge surged within her.

 

 

Hmm—

 

 

Simply put, her fingers itched.

 

 

But using the whip might frighten her bodyguard, so after a brief hesitation, Yang Zhao tossed it aside and smirked. “You’re not wrong.”

 

 

Yu Shan: ?!!

 

 

Before she could speak, Yang Zhao continued, amused, “Rather than the whip, Manman, perhaps it’s time I put you to use as my blade.”

 

 

This time, it was Hua Man who fell silent.

 

 

She hadn’t expected this outcome.

 

 

She had tried to outsmart Yang Zhao, only to end up outsmarted herself.

 

 

“Exactly, miss!” Yu Shan beamed in that moment. “There’s no need for you to trouble yourself with such things. Your subordinates aren’t freeloaders—just give the orders, and we’ll handle them.”

 

 

Then she turned to Hua Man. “Hua Man, stay sharp. Don’t let the young mistress hurt her hands again like last time.”

 

 

Hua Man frowned deeply.

 

 

She couldn’t bring herself to harm others without reason.

 

 

After a long silence, she met Yang Zhao’s gaze solemnly. “I’m your shield, not your blade.”

 

 

Her role as a bodyguard was to protect Yang Zhao, not to act as her weapon against others.

 

 

“Oh?” Yang Zhao dismissed the remark and turned to Yu Shan. “You’re right, Shanshan. You’re my blade. One of you is my blade, the other my shield. With both of you by my side, I feel at ease.”

 

 

Overjoyed to hear how important she was in Yang Zhao’s eyes, Yu Shan nodded eagerly. “I’ll be the best blade for you, miss!”

 

 

With those words, her hostility toward Hua Man faded considerably.

 

 

 

After all, knives and shields serve entirely different purposes. Hua Man wasn’t someone trying to steal her position, but rather a partner working with her to protect the young mistress. The difference between these two roles was significant.

 

 

Because of this explanation, Yu Shan didn’t even mind Hua Man sitting beside the young mistress.

 

 

A shield, of course, was meant to protect the lady.

 

 

Her knife, on the other hand, should charge ahead, clearing all obstacles for the young mistress.

 

 

Watching Yu Shan’s spirited demeanor, Hua Man stole a glance at Yang Zhao.

 

 

Whether it was an illusion or not, Hua Man couldn’t help but feel that Yang Zhao had done this deliberately—intentionally calling herself a knife, knowing full well that Hua Man would never willingly take on that role, thus smoothly passing the title of “knife” to Yu Shan.

 

 

And Yu Shan, straightforward by nature, wouldn’t overthink it. With just a single sentence, Yang Zhao had not only placated Yu Shan but also dissolved her hostility toward Hua Man.

 

 

Like a master of balance, she had maintained equilibrium between Hua Man and Yu Shan.

 

 

This side of Yang Zhao only made Hua Man more uneasy.