Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 55 - 55 55 Seductive Trouble

55: Chapter 55 Seductive Trouble 55: Chapter 55 Seductive Trouble After he managed to satiate himself enough to not feel hungry, Yang Fan left his house, mounted his three-wheeler, and set off for Zhangli Village.

Harvesting flower tea was a major event for the family, as well as a very important source of income, so Yang Fan didn’t dare delay.

If today’s business hadn’t involved Shen Lin, he would definitely have brushed off his arrangement with Zhang Yulan like it was nothing.

Even though the full-figured young woman was tempting, Yang Fan still knew to prioritize.

The June weather was like an intensely fiery woman, already scorchingly hot at just seven or eight in the morning, feeling like it could pierce right through one’s internal organs, causing profuse sweating with the slightest movement.

Yang Fan floored the gas pedal all the way, plunging into the paved road of Zhangli Village, which was considerably wider than those of other villages, and headed straight for Zhang Yulan’s house.

Speeding all the way, Yang Fan arrived at Zhang Yulan’s somewhat luxurious-looking villa in no time.

He parked the buzzing three-wheeler, which sounded like a tractor, by the roadside and was about to head towards Zhang Yulan’s house when he noticed three sedans parked at their doorstep.

A quick glance was enough to tell they were all luxury cars worth hundreds of thousands.

Faint voices and even some arguing could be heard coming from the yard.

As Yang Fan was about to reach the doorstep, he hesitated, feeling like it might not be appropriate to enter now.

He thought twice about it and retreated.

Sitting down under the old locust tree by the road, he took out his phone and sent a message to Zhang Yulan, asking if it was convenient for him to come over.

But Zhang Yulan didn’t reply for quite some time.

After about ten minutes or so, when Yang Fan was getting a bit anxious and planning whether to go pick up the goods first, a message suddenly came from Zhang Yulan.

“You haven’t arrived at my place, have you?

Leave right away, don’t come over.

I’ll message you later to explain.”

Seeing the somewhat baffling text, Yang Fan got up decisively, mounted his three-wheeler, and left Zhang Yulan’s place straightaway.

Time to pick up the goods!

Although Zhang Yulan’s words were unclear, she obviously wasn’t available right now.

Perhaps her husband had come back.

Yang Fan drove to the homes of the farmers he had made arrangements with the day before and, embarrassingly found that his little beaten-up car couldn’t fit everything.

Recently, tea had been harvested in large quantities, and there were quite a few sellable items from the mountains.

Perhaps because Zhangli Village is relatively remote, there were fewer buyers, and each household had quite a lot of stock.

Just one family nearly emptied Yang Fan’s wallet today, filling up his not-so-large vehicle.

After getting a cup of cold water from a farmer’s house, Yang Fan sat drinking while chatting idly with the worldly old man, planning to rest a little before heading out again.

Just then, another message from Zhang Yulan came, “Come over now, there’s no trouble at my house anymore.”

“Okay.”

Yang Fan replied with a single word, put away the cup he had used to drink water, tossed it into the toolbox beside the seat, thanked the kindly old man, and set off on the main road, once again heading for Zhang Yulan’s house.

When he arrived, he just saw Zhang Yulan, wearing shorts exposing her fair and plump thighs, standing by the roadside, pruning several ornamental trees near the entrance.

Seeing Yang Fan, she stopped what she was doing and asked with a smile, “Have you been here before?”

“How did you find out?” asked Yang Fan with a smile.

Zhang Yulan pointed at the spot where Yang Fan had parked his car before, “The tire tracks are quite noticeable.

Come on, follow me inside.”

Yang Fan nodded and parked the car.

This woman was quite perceptive, actually being able to guess he had been there from the tire tracks.

Following Zhang Yulan inside, he took a seat in their lavishly modern living room.

Zhang Yulan pushed the fruit on the table towards Yang Fan and with a hint of shyness in her eyes, gave him a once over before asking, “Do you need to wash up?”

“I take a shower every day, but, if you want me to wash up, I don’t mind,” Yang Fan said, slightly surprised.

The woman was really direct with her words, without any pretense or build-up, she went straight for her goal.

“Then there’s no need,” said Zhang Yulan as she twisted her voluptuous waist slightly and sat down next to Yang Fan with a smile, her hands mischievously reaching towards his crotch.

“Did you like the photos I sent you yesterday?” she asked with a flirty smile, her eyes full of desire.

She could hardly settle down before she was already eager to get started.

Yang Fan leaned back to give Zhang Yulan’s hand better access to comfort his buddy, and laughed, “Those were nice, but I liked the two you withdrew even more.

Those must have been the best.”

“Do you know what I withdrew?” Zhang Yulan’s hand slithered like a slippery eel, wriggling its way inside Yang Fan’s pants.

“I don’t know, but I can guess they were more provocative than the one you did show me,” said Yang Fan.

Zhang Yulan chuckled and said seductively, “Why bother with photos, when you can see the real thing in a bit.”

“I’m a grown man, greedy, you know.

I want it all,” replied Yang Fan jokingly, then asked, “Was there something going on at your place a moment ago?

It was so tense it gave me quite a fright.”

“A few of my husband’s subordinates came to move some stuff.

They insisted on finding the old phones my husband had replaced.

I called that bastard Chen Zhong and told him they had already been sold as scrap, but they didn’t believe it and kept searching.

They also asked who bought it and whether they knew where the person was from.

Worried they would come to you, I made up some excuse,” Zhang Yulan said, clearly annoyed.

“That old fool must have realized there was incriminating evidence on his phone, adding to his nerves.”

Yang Fan frowned lightly; this was not exactly good news.

Chen Zhong’s influence was much greater than that dog Shen Lin, and luckily the most critical phone was in Zhang Yulan’s hands and had nothing to do with him.

Otherwise, it could have been a significant trouble.

Such evidence involving those types of transactions could potentially lead to a disaster.

“Have you looked through the other phones?

Is there anything else on them?” Zhang Yulan asked.

Actually, Yang Fan hadn’t yet gotten around to examining the rest of the phones.

He hesitated for a moment and chose not to tell the truth, instead shaking his head and replying, “Only one phone had some undeleted messages from an unidentified person, just introducing various women.

Nothing else significant.”

“It must be Du Hai!” Zhang Yulan huffed.

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