Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 25 - 25 25 Midnight Rendezvous

25: Chapter 25 Midnight Rendezvous 25: Chapter 25 Midnight Rendezvous Scholar encounters soldier, a clear argument becomes muddled, and Yang Fan was facing a similar disparity in rank in front of Little Mother.

Anyway, the frequency at which he got through to her was hardly worth mentioning.

Yang Fan looked at Zhou Wenhu with a listless gaze and said helplessly, “Forget it, Little Mother, think whatever you want, I give up.”

But Zhou Wenhu wouldn’t have it.

She, with righteous indignation and a serious face, said to Yang Fan, “Little brat, what are you talking about?

You know you’ve got to see a doctor, right?

No matter what that substance you’ve leaked is, it’s definitely not normal.”

Yang Fan: …

At this moment, he truly wanted to call on the Heavens to strike him down, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was a perfectly healthy young man, so how did he suddenly become a patient of andrology?

“Fanzi, though it may be unnecessary for Little Mother to do this, with your situation, I think you might still want to see a doctor,” said Ye Tong with a faint blush on her cheeks as she suddenly spoke softly.

She was not shy because the topic they were discussing was too private, but because she knew how those things got onto Yang Fan’s underwear.

Subconsciously, she recalled the absurd happenings she had just been through with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was so embarrassed he nearly wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, while she was also shyly blushing, and even a bit nervous.

“Sister-in-law, how could you also…” Yang Fan instantly became speechless.

“Fine, fine, fine, I’ll go see the doctor another day, but I am sure there’s nothing wrong!”

He compromised.

Though he was being diagnosed without an ailment, he couldn’t win a verbal fight against Little Mother’s rapid-fire arguments and the assist on the sidelines.

“Little brat, don’t act so nonchalant, you don’t realize how much trouble this thing really is,” Zhou Wenhui said irritably as she cast a sidelong glance at Yang Fan, “Here, let me give you a simple example.

If you have a leakage issue, you’ll have to wear a ‘raincoat’ every time you’re with a woman.

You get me?

You’ll be banned from zero-distance contact!”

Yang Fan nodded his head as if he had lost all will to live.

Whatever she says, goes, I guess.

No more resistance.

It was futile and exhausting.

After all, he knew he was fine.

Why bother arguing the outcome, the win or loss?

That’s something common people do, too mundane.

Yang Fan was almost chanting the mantra for mental serenity in his heart, but Zhou Wenhui wasn’t done with him yet.

She must have felt her arguments weren’t persuasive enough because she actually took out her phone and looked up the symptoms and consequences of leaking offspring.

She began to educate Yang Fan on them, one by one.

All of it made Yang Fan’s brain feel like it might just shrink.

The love from a stepmother came crashing in like a landslide, a deluge of the Yellow River, and his feeble body could hardly bear it.

He turned his pleading gaze toward Ye Tong, only to find his kind sister-in-law pursing her lips, looking at the sky, then at the ground, but refusing to lend a hand of assistance.

Of course, just watching the spectacle amused him, and he could accept that, albeit reluctantly.

But what truly nearly drew a pained howl from Yang Fan was his dear sister-in-law’s interjections, those random remarks hitting right at the soft spot.

“You two are missing out by not performing crosstalk,” said Yang Fan with a darkened expression, his voice filled with gloom.

“All right, can you put away your Divine Skills now?

I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, okay?

I’ll get a thorough check-up to ensure I don’t lose the chance of zero-distance contact and to make sure that leaking doesn’t become a habit, feared by women.

I will be steadfast, not fall in battle.

Happy now?”

Zhou Wenhui was purely educating, but all these charges were ones that Ye Tong had thrust upon Yang Fan opportunistically.

Zhou Wenhu put away her phone and said with annoyance, “Playing the saint with a thankless task, huh?

We’re doing this for your own good, you ungrateful little brat.

If we didn’t have the nerve to say it, do you think anyone else would bother telling you these things?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” nodded Yang Fan repeatedly, showing extreme agreement.

This was indeed an insightful observation.

Ye Tong sneaked a glance at Yang Fan’s despondent demeanor and couldn’t help laughing, “I’ll go reheat the meal.”

A tragic incident sparked by a pair of underpants finally came to an end.

Yang Fan, like a climber who had hiked eight hundred miles, listlessly put his underpants into the box Zhou Wenhui had prepared.

But the damn thing was, after being grilled by those two, Yang Fan had even started to doubt himself now.

After dinner, he returned to his room and sneakily took out his cellphone to check again.

After digging through a sea of case studies, he finally found strong evidence to vindicate himself.

He was truly fine, perfectly normal.

Light footsteps sounded from upstairs, and Yang Fan pricked up his ears to listen, seeming to come from his sister-in-law’s room.

The footsteps soon faded, but Yang Fan didn’t hear the sound of someone going downstairs.

Suddenly, a fiery excitement leapt up in his heart, and an idea shot out from his mind unexpectedly.

Could his sister-in-law have gone to comfort Little Mother again?

On tiptoes, he lifted the covers and quietly opened the door, stepping out barefoot.

The hallway, illuminated by a single lamp, was dimly lit.

Yang Fan tried his best to control the strength of his steps, making not a sound as he stealthily climbed the stairs.

Just reaching the second floor, he indeed heard whispers coming from the attic, their voices kept extremely low.

But at that distance, he couldn’t make out what they were talking about.

Yang Fan raised his footsteps slowly, like a cat cautiously approaching its prey, inching closer to the attic.

Finding the previous perfect spot for eavesdropping, he pressed his eyes to it, and the scene in the attic became crystal clear; they hadn’t started yet and were chatting.

“Xiao Tong, why did you suddenly want to play today?

This doesn’t seem like you, and if I remember correctly, this is the first time,” Zhou Wenhui teased as she fussed over her cherished plants.

Ye Tong felt a bit embarrassed, “Just…suddenly felt like it, you know.

If you’re not in the mood, then…let’s forget it.”

“How about I use a toy on you today?” Zhou Wenhui turned to ask with a smile.

“No, you can’t let my young body be handed over to a toy, that would be such a waste,” Ye Tong said hastily.

“Oh right, how could I keep forgetting you’re still a virgin,” Zhou Wenhui said, shaking her head with a laugh, “let’s keep it the old way then.

Just wait a bit, I’ll go take a shower and be right back.”

“Yeah.”

Yang Fan was startled, damn, Little Mother was going to come out.

He hurriedly looked around and leaped over the banister, hiding in the corner under the stairs.

Underneath the stairs was empty, filled with some of Zhou Wenhui’s dowry.

But as they were always tightly sealed in wooden crates, Yang Fan had no idea what was inside.

No sooner had he hidden himself in a relatively comfortable position than the sound of a door opening came from above, followed by footsteps.

After a few steps down the stairs, however, the footsteps turned back up.

“Xiao Tong, let’s go to the bathroom?

We can wash and play at the same time.”

“Won’t Fanzi hear us?”

“It’s fine, it’s far.”

“Okay then.”

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