Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 43 - 43 43 Are you hinting at me

43: Chapter 43: Are you hinting at me?

43: Chapter 43: Are you hinting at me?

Although Yang Fan and Zhang Yulan had just met, Yang Fan still preferred to approach Zhang Yulan, compared to a person who sent text messages whose name he didn’t know but could only vaguely determine their general identity.

After all, threatening someone required some skills, and if there were other conditions to assist, perhaps it could be done.

But with Yang Fan and Wei Juan’s current situation, using these messages to threaten someone involved with Zhang Yulan’s husband was like pulling at vines only to bring out more mud, and it would inevitably lead to a bigger mess.

At least, Yang Fan currently had no ability to cover the consequences.

The key was that by doing so, Yang Fan would also sever the little favor he had with Zhang Yulan.

“Fanzi, are you really confident about this?” Wei Juan asked somewhat uncertainly.

Although Shen Lin was an insignificant figure in the eyes of truly powerful people,

such a small figure had planted an intense psychological shadow in Wei Juan, who was a top graduate.

Even now, she still doubted the feasibility of doing this.

Yang Fan smiled faintly and soothed in a soft voice, “Don’t worry, I have at least an eighty percent chance of winning.

I haven’t been idle these past two days; I’ve made some progress.

Next, just focus on organizing Shen Lin’s evidence, and when the time comes, we’ll deliver the final blow and make sure he can’t recover.”

To soothe Wei Juan’s anxiety-ridden heart, Yang Fan could only fabricate some lies.

Hopefully, Zhang Yulan would be as capable as she claimed to be during her loud cries of agony.

Perhaps affected by Yang Fan’s confidence, Wei Juan’s expression gradually brightened.

She nodded shyly, “Really, I feel so embarrassed to have you go through all this trouble for my sake.”

“This is also my concern; we share the same interests.

Don’t overthink it,” Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan, not only did her mind short-circuit at times, but she was also extremely sensitive.

In any case, she always gave Yang Fan a very strange feeling, gentle and charming, yet seemingly hard to understand.

Wei Juan looked at Yang Fan with a dreamy gaze, shook her head softly, and said, “But you are doing all this for me.”

“Look at you, don’t overthink it.

We share interests, and helping you is naturally helping myself.

Since you’re comfortable living here for now, just stay.

When you’re ready to go back, let me know, and I’ll take you back,” Yang Fan said.

“Keep using this phone; don’t rush to delete those messages.

You never know when they might come in handy.

I’ll leave my WeChat ID; add me after you get things sorted, and we can talk over WeChat if there’s anything,”

After carefully explaining what needed to be done, Yang Fan was ready to leave.

In the evening, Li Jia would come over to deliver medicine, and he planned to make something happen with Li Jia, so he was quite anxious.

With a gentle nod, Wei Juan agreed to everything as Yang Fan finished packing and was about to leave when she suddenly called out softly, “Fanzi…”

Yang Fan turned his head and asked, “Is there anything else?”

Wei Juan, with her hands behind her back, tipped slightly on her toes, staring dreamily at Yang Fan, and asked, “Are you not today…”

“Hmm?” Yang Fan was confused by her action, not knowing what she really wanted to say.

Wei Juan’s cheeks turned red, as delicate as peach blossoms in March, her eyes shy and misty, incredibly adorable.

But her hesitant manner made Yang Fan really puzzled, with no idea what she was trying to say.

“Just spit it out, what’s there to be shy about?” Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh.

Wei Juan’s shyness in her eyes intensified, so much so that her gaze became somewhat evasive.

She hung her head low, her toes fidgeting nervously when she suddenly chided softly, “Idiot.”

A jolt hit Yang Fan’s heart.

Could this little wife be hinting at something?

As he thought this, Wei Juan suddenly mustered her courage and asked, “You… coming over?”

Yang Fan’s eyes lit up instantly and he replied very delightedly, “Yes!”

“You fool, still pretending to be a gentleman,” Wei Juan chided without her earlier shyness.

Yang Fan chuckled softly, “I didn’t dare to assume, without a hint from you, I wouldn’t even dare let my thoughts wander there.”

“Then why were you so bold last time?

Your hands just…

came over, even wandering downwards…” Wei Juan chided shyly, “You just keep pretending here.

Were you purposely waiting for me to make a move?”

“No, no,” Yang Fan quickly said.

Where was this woman’s mind going?

Dealing with Shen Lin was a mutually beneficial affair, what indication did he need to show?

It must be said, Wei Juan’s mind was truly filled with many thoughts; no wonder she couldn’t sleep well and looked so haggard.

Yang Fan laughed, “Last time it wasn’t because I was daring, but because I couldn’t resist the temptation!

Think about it, a virile single guy like me suddenly sees a pair of large breasts popping out right before my eyes, how could I possibly hold back?

All my blood rushed to my head, at that moment I didn’t think about anything else, I just wanted to feel what those two little guys felt like!”

Wei Juan’s eyes glimmered with soft, infatuated tender feelings as she moved closer to Yang Fan, “Then come on over, as long as you don’t mind that I am…

not a whole woman, I can let you feel really good about the rest.”

With everything laid out so openly, Yang Fan didn’t hesitate for a moment and got busy with his hands right away.

Left hand up, right hand down, working diligently as always.

“Ah…” Wei Juan suddenly let out a coy scream, her waist instinctively bending slightly.

Yang Fan’s hands moved too quickly, startling her a bit.

“Wait…

let’s go to the bed,” Wei Juan said softly, her cheeks flushing.

Yang Fan nodded, withdrew his right hand, and scooped Wei Juan horizontally, positioning her beside the bed.

Embracing her warm, tender body, Yang Fan’s blood quietly began to boil, his breathing thickening.

Feeling an impulsive frenzy like a wild beast crashing left and right, Yang Fan quickly stripped off Wei Juan’s blouse.

In an instant, a pair of snowy white breasts glimmered before him.

Looking at the perky, soft fullness, Yang Fan’s eyes nearly turned red.

As he suddenly reached out, his mouth also found its target, savoring one and playing with the other.

This was true enjoyment.