Chapter twenty two

Inside the wooden bathtub in the middle of the room, Lantian was soaking body in the warm and fragrant water while her back was cleaned by a soft cloth held by her young female maid.

"I don't understand why you adore miss Caihong like this," Xiaolan said.

"Don't you think Caihong is pretty?" Lantian asked.

"Yes, she is pretty. But the first young lady, third young lady, fourth young lady and fifth young lady are also pretty. Why don't you cherish them?"

Elder daughter of Wu Guang extended lips but didn't say a word.

"Look at your skin; it is red. Later on, it will be bruised," Xiaolan said with concern. She immersed tissue in warm water then applied it on the shoulder of her mistress that was containing many pieces of dark pink color. "She is daughter of the millionaire," she added, "but her hands are hard, different from the hands of miss Yang Ying, slim and soft."

Though it was true, Lantian did not wish to hear but she did not know what words to spell to refuse with the female servant besides changing topic to stop the harsh speaking over young lady that she fancied.

"Um, Yang Ying. Hurry up. I need to go out."

Xiaolan popped her eyes, "Are you going out again?" 

"I haven't met Yang Ying for many days. I want to see her."

"Many days?" Xiaolan cocked her head. "You just met her a few days ago."

"Don't speak much. Hurry up."