Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 60 - 60 60 Complete Fallout

60: Chapter 60: Complete Fallout 60: Chapter 60: Complete Fallout “Little brat, what the heck are you thinking about, still breastfeeding!” Zhou Wenhui slapped Yang Fan’s head away, “Go suck your sister-in-law’s if you want milk, and stop targeting me, you irresponsible little brat.”

“Zhou Wenhui, don’t play the thief yelling ‘stop the thief’ on me, I never thought that way, you were the one who pulled me over!” Yang Fan yelled.

Zhou Wenhui’s mouth suddenly lifted upwards, and she abruptly reached out again, yanked Yang Fan’s ear, and forcefully pressed his head against her exceptionally perky bosom, “I can do it, but you can’t talk about it!”

Yang Fan: …

How could she have such strong hands!

He, a strapping man, was being handled like he was a child, easily dragged over with just one hand.

There’s no justice in this!

Although the bosom under his head was really soft, his ear hurt more.

Yang Fan, raising his hands, hurriedly shouted, “Stop, stop, stop, don’t pull anymore, it’s really going to come off.”

“Call me mom!” Zhou Wenhui teased as she looked at Yang Fan and suddenly said.

“Ah?

Haven’t I been calling that all along?

When have I ever called you by your name?” Yang Fan cried out.

What’s this about, taking out the anger she didn’t finish with Shen Lin on me?

“Just now!” Zhou Wenhui said indifferently, “Hurry up and call!”

She added a bit more strength to her hand, pressing Yang Fan’s head tightly against her bosom.

“…Little Mother.”

Forced by Zhou Wenhui’s unreasonable behavior, Yang Fan reluctantly conceded.

“Call me mom!” Zhou Wenhui ordered.

“It’s not… you this…” Yang Fan was a bit confused.

What’s wrong with Zhou Wenhui today?

“Little Mother, stop it, my ear is really going to fall off!” Yang Fan exclaimed in resignation.

“Hurry up and call!”

Yang Fan: …

Calling her Little Mother came extremely naturally to him.

But to drop the ‘Little’ and straight-up call her ‘Mom’—he really couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Hurry up and call, or it might not just be your ear that suffers, I might really make you return to your childhood and have another suckle,” Zhou Wenhui suddenly said sinisterly.

“Zhou Wenhui, are you having some kind of problem today?” Yang Fan shouted, startled.

He didn’t believe she would really dare to do it.

“Nothing much, just got irritated by some things and taking it out on you, just hurry up and call!” Zhou Wenhui said imperiously.

Yang Fan: …

“Quickly, just call me mom and I’ll let you go.

Otherwise, your ear might not fall off, but you might really end up having a couple of sucks.

You’re all grown up, and I haven’t breastfed you, which is quite irresponsible of me, it’s just right to make it up to you now!” Zhou Wenhui said.

Yang Fan completely crumbled.

Zhou Wenhui surely had some kind of problem today.

This was suddenly scary!

“Little Mother, please stop joking, making up for it isn’t something you do at this age,” Yang Fan helplessly shouted.

“Cut the crap, I have the final say on this,” Zhou Wenhu said completely irrationally.

Yang Fan totally shut down.

Asking him to skip the formalities and directly call her “mom” was absolutely impossible; he simply couldn’t do it.

He didn’t believe Zhou Wenhu would dare to actually unbutton her clothes and breastfeed him.

“Not going to say it, huh?

Then forget it, I’ll just compensate you directly.

We have this connection, so it’s like being a mother, right!” Zhou Wenhu said teasingly, suddenly starting to unbutton her collar.

She was wearing an antique-style blouse with a row of buttons down the front.

Yang Fan was startled by her action.

Although since that time he saw Zhou Wenhu and his sister-in-law playing with each other in the attic, he’d been a bit restless inside, also wanting to do something to Zhou Wenhu.

But that was a deep secret in his heart, completely daring not to reveal it.

“Are you going to say it or not?” Zhou Wenhu teased as she looked at Yang Fan, unbuttoning the second button and exposing a glimpse of white.

But Yang Fan suddenly calmed down; he saw from Zhou Wenhu’s expression that it was all a bluff.

She was clearly just trying to scare him.

“Just feed me then.

I’ll take this milk.

The ‘Little’…

can’t be omitted!” Yang Fan suddenly toughened up.

“Alright, provoking me on purpose, huh?

Then have it.

If you want to drink, I’m willing to feed.

It’s a willing fight, a willing endure, come on, open up!” Zhou Wenhu clutched Yang Fan’s neck with her right hand and suddenly sped up with unbuttoning.

Yang Fan’s eyes twitched fiercely.

Could it be that his words had backed Zhou Wenhu into a corner, forcing her to go all out?

Just then, Shen Lin, lying on the ground, suddenly groaned in pain, clutching his head and sitting up.

Zhou Wenhu immediately let go of Yang Fan and walked over in three quick steps, grabbing a brand-new beer from the beer box.

Seeing her action, Shen Lin, who had just awoken, was scared half to death, “No, no, don’t hit me, I apologize, I’ll pay, or any other conditions will work.”

Holding the beer bottle, Zhou Wenhu looked coldly at Shen Lin and said, “You really should pay.

Just count how much of our stuff you’ve destroyed altogether.

I won’t ask for the excess, just pay the equivalent, or else I’ll kill you today.”

In that moment, Zhou Wenhu resembled a fierce bandit.

“I…

I can’t figure it out right now, otherwise…

could you state an amount?” Shen Lin nervously said, covering his bruised forehead.

He seemed to be intimidated by Zhou Wenhu’s formidable aura at that moment, losing all bluster in his speech.

“I should say it myself?

Wouldn’t that be extortion?

Just think it over properly!” Zhou Wenhu said.

Finding a moment to breathe, Yang Fan stood firm next to Zhou Wenhu, also grabbing a beer bottle in hand.

Today’s mess had escalated to this point, and he at least needed to vent his frustration.

Hurling a few beer bottles at Shen Lin and beating him half to death seemed no different in the grand scheme of things.

Afterward, it would all come down to paying money and facing Shen Lin’s endless retaliation either way.

With his mind made up, he then stole a glance at the menacing Zhou Wenhu.

Little Mother seemed genuinely off today.

How could she suddenly come up with the absurd idea of breastfeeding him?

“Thirty…

Thirty Thousand?” Shen Lin cautiously looked at Zhou Wenhu, holding up three fingers.

Yang Fan stepped forward, swung the beer bottle down onto Shen Lin’s raised hand, “You’ve destroyed so much of my herbs before, even tore down two walls of the outer courtyard of my house.

Did you forget how old this house is?

Those are antiques.

And, exploiting our family’s smaller size, how many tea trees did you forcibly take from us?

Do you think Thirty Thousand would cover all that?”

“Ah…

my hand!” Shen Lin cried out in pain, hurriedly clutching his left hand, gasping from the pain.

“Think it over again, or else today you might come in, but you sure won’t be able to leave!” Zhou Wenhu said coldly.

“Fifty Thousand, I can only come up with Fifty Thousand, or else just kill me!” Shen Lin shouted desperately, his face flushed red.

Some people turn deathly pale when in pain; he, on the other hand, turned as red as if he had just come out of a sauna.