Fell in Love with the Crazy Young Lady - Chapter 34

“Of course.” Yang Zhaoyang raised an eyebrow. “Do you see anyone else here?”

 

 

So Yang Zhaoyang had already arranged for someone to come to their rescue? Then what was all that earlier? Just watching her struggle for amusement?

 

 

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

 

 

She frowned deeply.

 

 

Yang Zhaoyang glanced at her dismissively. “You didn’t ask.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

Don’t get angry.

 

 

This was the workplace. Yang Zhaoyang was her superior, her boss, and—more importantly—her financial backer. Getting angry wouldn’t change anything.

 

 

Taking a deep breath, Hua Man slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself down.

 

 

The helicopter gradually landed in an open area.

 

 

Yu Shan rushed out of the helicopter, her gaze lingering on Yang Zhaoyang for a few seconds before her eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Miss, are you alright?! I came too late, wuwu!”

 

 

Completely disregarding Yang Zhaoyang’s disheveled state, she lunged forward to hug her.

 

 

Hua Man was about to step aside to make room when her arm was abruptly grabbed by Yang Zhaoyang. She was pulled in front, shielding Yang Zhaoyang from Yu Shan’s embrace.

 

 

“Miss?” Yu Shan froze in confusion.

 

 

Yang Zhaoyang reverted to her usual haughty demeanor. Despite her disheveled appearance, the arrogance on her face remained undiminished. She lifted her chin slightly and spoke in a low voice, “Let’s head back to the hotel first.”

 

 

“Yes.”

 

 

Yu Shan immediately complied.

 

 

This was Hua Man’s first time riding in a helicopter. Once she put on the headphones, the noise faded, and she finally had a moment to process everything that had happened tonight.

 

 

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out how Yu Shan had known their exact location.

 

 

The helicopter landed on the hotel’s rooftop.

 

 

By the time they returned to the hotel, someone had already drawn a bath for Yang Zhaoyang. The moment she entered the room, she began stripping off her clothes without turning back, addressing Hua Man curtly, “Hua Man, go take a shower right now. Clean yourself up immediately.”

 

 

Hua Man didn’t understand why she was being specifically instructed to shower.

 

 

Even if Yang Zhaoyang hadn’t said anything, she would’ve done so anyway—her clothes were half-soaked, and she felt filthy all over.

 

 

Yang Zhaoyang had already swiftly entered the bathroom. She wasn’t the type to need help washing herself, so Yu Shan soon emerged, bending down to pick up the dirty clothes scattered on the floor while reminding Hua Man, “Go take a shower.”

 

 

After a pause, she added, “Throw your clothes out afterward. They’re full of bacteria and need to be destroyed.”

 

 

“Got it.”

 

 

–

 

By the time Hua Man finished showering, Yu Shan had already thoroughly cleaned the floor outside.

 

 

“Here’s some ginger tea.” Seeing her come out, Yu Shan handed her the prepared drink. “Drink up.”

 

 

Hua Man was surprised. She had expected Yu Shan to interrogate her for failing to protect Yang Zhaoyang, but she hadn’t anticipated such friendliness.

 

 

“Thank you.”

 

 

After getting drenched in the rain tonight, catching a cold was a real possibility.

 

 

“Was the young miss alright tonight?”

 

 

Yu Shan lowered her voice to ask.

 

 

Remembering how Yang Zhaoyang had even had the leisure to demand a kiss from her, Hua Man replied, “She should be fine.”

 

 

Then she asked, “How did you know where the young miss and I were?”

 

 

“Why are you asking Yu Shan about my business?” Yang Zhaoyang’s voice suddenly cut in.

 

 

Yu Shan immediately pledged her loyalty, “Don’t worry, Miss. I would never disclose your private matters to anyone else.”

 

 

“Manman isn’t just ‘anyone else.'” Yang Zhaoyang corrected seriously. She walked up to Hua Man, took the ginger tea from her hands, and took a sip directly.

 

 

It was spicy and strong.

 

 

“If you want to know about me, you don’t need to ask others. You can ask me directly.” She then pressed the cup back to Hua Man’s lips. “Drink.”

 

 

 

Hua Man had no choice but to open her mouth.

 

 

In just a few seconds, Yang Zhao had fed her an entire large cup of ginger tea.

 

 

“Good girl.” Yang Zhao’s eyes curved into crescents as she glanced at Yu Shan. “Go rest now.”

 

 

“Miss, you haven’t drunk yours yet,” Yu Shan said, picking up the other cup. “This one is definitely better than Hua Man’s—I added a lot more sugar for you.”

 

 

“It’s fine.” Yang Zhao waved her hand dismissively. “Out.”

 

 

Yu Shan had no choice but to leave, sulking, though not without shooting Hua Man a covert glare before she went.

 

 

Yang Zhao returned to their earlier conversation. “The reason they could confirm my location is because I have a tracker on me.”

 

 

“A tracker?” Hua Man’s gaze swept over Yang Zhao, trying to guess where it might be hidden. Yang Zhao changed her jewelry daily, rarely wearing the same pieces—so where could the tracker be?

 

 

“Technically, this is a secret, but I don’t mind telling you.” Yang Zhao raised her hand. “I once fractured this arm. During the surgery, I had someone implant a tracker inside.”

 

 

“Was it from the kidnapping back then?” Hua Man asked.

 

 

Yang Zhao: “Yes.”

 

 

Though Yang Zhao seemed completely unbothered by the past now, it had still been a kidnapping—she must have been terrified back then.

 

 

To keep one of the kidnappers by her side… Hua Man truly couldn’t understand Yang Zhao’s reasoning.

 

 

“Aren’t you afraid your father might have you kidnapped again?”

 

 

If Zhao Ming had sent people to abduct them tonight, they might have really ended up dead on that mountain.

 

 

“Afraid?” Yang Zhao smirked faintly. “Manman, the more you fear, the more others will trample over you.”

 

 

“He kidnapped me and broke my arm. After the surgery, I made sure he paid for it. Guess what he lost?”

 

 

With that, she handed the hairdryer to Hua Man. “Dry my hair for me.”

 

 

Such bone-chilling words, spoken so casually, sent a shiver down Hua Man’s spine. “You… had him kidnapped too?”

 

 

“Just returning the favor.”

 

 

Yang Zhao shrugged it off.

 

 

“That’s a crime.”

 

 

Hua Man couldn’t fathom it—how old had Yang Zhao been back then? How could she have orchestrated someone else’s kidnapping? The moment the victim became the perpetrator, the nature of it all changed entirely.

 

 

“Who said I committed a crime?”

 

 

“Manman, I’m a law-abiding citizen. Besides, how old was I back then? Just a helpless child who couldn’t even hurt a fly.”

 

 

“Oh, and a child with a broken arm.” Yang Zhao smiled lightly. “His leg was broken by himself.”

 

 

“All I did was invite my dear father to play an escape game with me in an old castle. Unfortunately, my cowardly father panicked and ended up falling from the upper floor.”

 

 

“Father and daughter living together—conflicts are inevitable. Though I was furious that he broke my arm, after this little incident, we shook hands and made up.”

 

 

“See how well we get along now?”

 

 

Hua Man was horrified.

 

 

Just how old had Yang Zhao been back then?

 

 

A mere child, yet she had driven her own father to jump from a height—and in the end, they had “made up.” Even now, Zhao Ming still feared Yang Zhao. Just how terrifying had she been back then?

 

 

“Alright, enough of these unpleasant topics.”

 

 

Yang Zhao yawned, her eyes glistening with drowsiness as she murmured, “Time to sleep.”

 

 

That night, the two of them once again shared the same bed.

 

 

 

It was a very large bed—theoretically, there was enough space between her and Yang Zhao to fit four or five more people. But Yang Zhao seemed to really enjoy holding her while sleeping.

 

 

No, to be more accurate, she liked pressing her face against Hua Man’s chest while sleeping.

 

 

The moment Hua Man lay down, Yang Zhao immediately shifted closer again, even forbidding her from lying flat: “Turn over.”

 

 

At first, Hua Man thought she had something to say. But as soon as she turned, Yang Zhao moved in, wrapping one arm around her waist while her head settled heavily against Hua Man’s chest.

 

 

Hua Man stayed silent for a moment before tactfully asking, “Aren’t you going to use a pillow?”

 

 

In this position, Yang Zhao wasn’t using the pillow at all.

 

 

“Don’t need it.” Yang Zhao’s voice was drowsy as she adjusted her grip, sliding her hand up to cover Hua Man’s mouth. “Sleep.”

 

 

Hua Man: “…”

 

 

With her mouth covered, every breath carried the scent of Yang Zhao’s perfume.

 

 

Fresh from her shower, Yang Zhao smelled sweet and felt soft against her. This kind of intimate closeness wasn’t unpleasant or repulsive—just unfamiliar.

 

 

Too intimate.

 

 

From childhood until now, Hua Man had never slept this closely with anyone.

 

 

Before Hua Qiang and Chen Yan divorced, she had always slept alone in a small room. After the divorce, she did share a bed with Chen Yan, but the two always maintained an unspoken distance—one sleeping on the far side, the other on the opposite end.

 

 

Later, when Chen Yan remarried, Hua Man mostly stayed at school as a boarder. During long breaks, she would stay at the home of Chen Yan’s new husband.

 

 

Chen Yan’s second husband, Wu Zhenlin, was a driver for the Yang family and usually lived on their estate. He had a daughter from his previous marriage, Wu Fangfei, who was raised by his parents.

 

 

Since Chen Yan’s hometown was too remote and her relationship with her family strained, Hua Man had no choice but to stay with the Wu family during school breaks, squeezing into a single room with Wu Fangfei.

 

 

Their relationship was terrible. Most of the time, they couldn’t even get near each other without Wu Fangfei throwing a tantrum. If the noise woke the grandparents, Hua Man was usually the one who suffered.

 

 

Living under someone else’s roof meant enduring some grievances.

 

 

Out of the few people she had ever shared a bed with, Yang Zhao was the first to cling to her so dependently and intimately.

 

 

Dependent…

 

 

The moment Hua Man realized she had used such a word to describe Yang Zhao, her thoughts stuttered.

 

 

But Yang Zhao really did seem to rely on her—burying her entire face in Hua Man’s chest, curling up slightly like a fetus, as if she lacked a sense of security.

 

 

But was Yang Zhao really the type to feel insecure?

 

 

Before today, Hua Man would never have associated Yang Zhao with such a fragile concept. But after hearing about the kidnapping incident, she began to waver.

 

 

A mother who died young, a father who cheated and had a secret child, even going so far as to arrange the kidnapping of his own daughter…

 

 

No matter the outcome, it was hard not to think that Yang Zhao’s childhood had been tragic.

 

 

With a past like that, it almost made sense that she’d developed such a ruthless personality later on.

 

 

In the end, it all came down to her dysfunctional family. A crooked tree can’t grow straight—if Yang Zhao hadn’t been tough, how could she have secured her place in the Yang family? How could she have held onto her mother’s legacy so firmly?

 

 

It was all Zhao Ming’s fault.

 

 

If Zhao Ming hadn’t cheated and had instead been a good husband and father, Yang Zhao wouldn’t have turned out this way.

 

 

 

Back then, Yang Zhao was just a child—what wrong could she have done? If she hadn’t been pushed to the brink, how could she have driven her own father to jump from a building?

 

 

At this thought, she couldn’t help but raise her hand and gently place it on the back of Yang Zhao’s head.

 

 

Every action has its consequences. In truth, Yang Zhao was quite pitiable, wasn’t she?

 

 

–

 

In the middle of the night, Hua Man woke up from the heat.

 

 

Yang Zhao in her arms was like a furnace, radiating warmth, and she was holding her so tightly that even with the air conditioning on, Hua Man was still overheated enough to wake.

 

 

She initially tried to push Yang Zhao away, but the other girl had turned into an octopus, clinging to her without leaving the slightest gap.

 

 

She was so hot she was almost sweating—Yang Zhao’s body temperature was abnormally high.

 

 

Suddenly, Hua Man’s drowsiness vanished. She immediately lifted her hand and pressed her palm against Yang Zhao’s forehead for a few seconds.

 

 

The heat beneath her palm was frighteningly intense.

 

 

Yang Zhao had a fever.

 

 

Realizing this, she quickly sat up in bed, shaking Yang Zhao—who was still clinging tightly to her, lifting half her body up in the process—and called out:

 

 

“Yang Zhao?”