The meal was finished, and the sky was just becoming dark blue. However, Lantian did not wish to go home yet. She invited the colorful flowers to come into the room to enjoy the blindfold game. Angel Yang Ying was in the room, but she did not join the frolic. She sat at the table and waved a fan slightly, with eyes watching the governor's daughter and her sisters running leisurely around the room. On her right, Caihong sat on the chair with her left arm on the table and her right arm raised up and placed below her right chin. Looking at her pink lips, they did not make movement, and her eyes, once in a while, blinked but in a very lazy action. After several minutes, she released her hand from the chin, then turned to Yang Ying and said, "Where is the restroom?"
"It is downstairs. I'll take you there," Yang Ying said.
"It's fine. I can go myself," Caihong said, and then she left the room. It was not hard to find it, and after completing the task, she walked back, but when she arrived at the portal to enter the main hall of the house, she bumped into a man.
"Don't you have eyes?" Chen Huan yelled and was about to grab the collar of the person that hit him because he thought he was a man, but when he perceived the face, he felt the guy was familiar.
"You…" He inspected carefully, then he recognized her, and he yelled, "Second Young Lady Yang."
It was a surprise that her identity was acknowledged by an unknown guy that she just met—twice. Caihong exclaimed with fear, "How do you know me?"
"Of course, I know." Chen Huan showed his womanizer's giggle, then he narrowed his eyebrows. "But you are the daughter of the fine family. How can you come to this place?" He paused for a second and scanned the way the girl dressed up; afterwards, he extended his lips very wide. "Ah hah, I got it. You know I come here so you come here in order to meet me. Because you are afraid people will recognize you, that's why you dress up as a man."
What this man thought didn't worry her, but what she was concerned about was that he knew her title, so she wished to run, but he blocked her way. "Where do you want to go?"
"Go away from me," Caihong said.
"Don't be scared. Let's have a talk," Chen Huan said and extended a hand on purpose to embrace her shoulders.
Caihong was surprised. She yelled, "What do you want to do?" and managed to escape by stepping backwards.
"Don't be shy. You follow me here. So, let's have a talk in the room," Chen Huan said and wished to grope her again, but Caihong hurriedly moved to the right, but "Ah," she cried and held the column. Inside her right waist—she felt it hurt like something was stabbing it.
"It seems you are not well," Chen Huan smirked. "Allow me to heal you."
"No," Caihong said, and she wanted to run, but the wound made her unable even to move. At that moment, she was so scared, and Chen Huan was walking in with a glee with the mind thinking that this time he could touch the body of the pretty lady successfully. But when he enlarged his hand wishing to capture her, a palm caught his right shoulder and turned him over…
"Ouch!"