Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 67 - 67 67 Special Guests

67: Chapter 67 Special Guests 67: Chapter 67 Special Guests Yang Fan and Ye Tong took turns in relay, with him bringing the picked flowers down from the mountain, which Ye Tong then transferred to the house.

The difficult mountain paths were his to navigate, while the main roads were for the sister-in-law, easing her burden and speeding up the process.

By the time they had made three trips and transported all the flowers home, Yang Fan was surprised to discover that Wei Juan was actually at his house.

When this slender woman, dressed in a black mini skirt, suddenly stepped out of the secondary courtyard, Yang Fan’s mind couldn’t quite catch up for a moment.

Shouldn’t she be in the county town?

“You…when did you come back?”

Yang Fan looked somewhat dazedly at the woman, who had clearly lost quite a bit of weight, unsure of how to greet her properly.

With a faint smile on her lips, Wei Juan walked over and began helping Yang Fan hang up the chrysanthemums, explaining, “Today, two police officers suddenly found me and said that Shen Lin was suspected of criminal involvement, corruption, etc., and they needed my cooperation for an investigation, so I went.

After leaving the police station, I checked out of my room and took the bus back.”

Yang Fan suddenly understood; so that was what had happened.

No wonder Wei Juan had returned so suddenly.

“Then you came back so quickly, the matters involving you must have been clarified, right?” asked Yang Fan.

Wei Juan shook her head, “It’s not clear yet; they still need to do further investigations.

I can’t go to work during this time and can only stay at home honestly, as they may come at any time.”

“However, from the tone they had today, I’m very likely going to be fine.”

“Don’t worry, those matters are directly related to you, but you were used by Shen Lin without your knowledge, so they don’t really have much to do with you substantively; there’s not much to be concerned about,” Yang Fan said reassuringly with a smile.

“Hopefully, it will be a good outcome,” Wei Juan said with a gentle smile, glancing at Yang Fan.

Her eyes were bright, tinged with a touch of shy awkwardness.

“What are your plans now?” Yang Fan asked.

“I’ve already proposed a divorce to Shen Lin today; once the procedures are done, that’s that.

Afterward…it seems like that’s it.

I’ll go back to the village office to work, live my life diligently.

Shen Lin’s family has a son, and I can’t stay in their home; I’ll probably stay at the office,” Wei Juan pondered for a moment before saying, “Now, as long as this matter is resolved, I’ll be relaxed, like a monkey that’s finally escaped from under Five Finger Mountain.”

Yang Fan couldn’t help but smile; she could still crack a joke, which meant her mood wasn’t too bad.

“Once this is sorted out, your better days will also come.”

Wei Juan suddenly looked at Yang Fan absentmindedly, a shy tenderness creeping into her features as she softly said, “In the future…it should be good, I guess.

Tangseng faced ninety-nine adversities to get the true scriptures.

Although I haven’t faced eighty-one hardships, it seems I’m almost catching up.”

“Rest assured, it will be fine.

No one endures hardships for a lifetime,” Yang Fan comforted her.

This girl may be a bit thick-skinned and often scatterbrained, but she’s actually quite sentimental.

She’s like those women in poetry who love leaning against the window to listen to the rain and feel the melancholy of autumn.

Amidst hardship, she harbors compassion for the entire world and doesn’t like to be in debt to anyone.

Perhaps this is also the difference between people of culture and the common folk; at times, Yang Fan finds it hard to comprehend.

“Fanzi, did you have something to do with Shen Lin’s sudden downfall?” Wei Juan suddenly asked.

Yang Fan didn’t hide anything and openly admitted, “It indeed has something to do with me.

Haven’t the two of us been planning this over the past few days?

Did the evidence you collected come in handy?”

“They took it away, whether it’s useful or not I have no idea.

It’s just, the issue is resolved, but it seems like I haven’t been of much help,” Wei Juan said apologetically, “My problem was actually more complicated, and now it turns out you have rescued me instead.”

“It’s the same for me, I’ve also been seriously affected,” Yang Fan laughed.

“Fanzi, how did you guys sleep at night?” Wei Juan glanced at the yard inside, then asked in a somewhat shy, hushed voice.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh, “Of course we slept separately, I couldn’t possibly share a bed with my sister-in-law and Little Mother.”

“So, it should be okay for me to stay at your place for a couple of days, right?” Wei Juan whispered, “Are there, are there rooms available?”

Yang Fan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded emphatically.

“You might find our yard old-fashioned, but we indeed have quite a few rooms; the two floors together have six or seven rooms, plus there’s an attic.

Little Mother cleaned them all up when she came; they’re all livable,” Yang Fan explained.

The only drawback of this old house was that it was a bit old; in every other aspect, it was absolutely perfect in Yang Fan’s heart.

Even putting aside its remote location, in a county town, it would be worth a pretty penny.

But in the countryside, it wasn’t worth much.

“That’s great, then mention it to your Little Mother and sister-in-law later, ask them to take me in for a few days,” Wei Juan giggled softly, speaking quietly, “Just say that I…

can’t go back home and that the village office still needs a few days to clean up.”

“Don’t worry about the police station matter; I’ll make a call to them tomorrow to explain.

I’ll say that I don’t want to go back home and am temporarily staying at your place.

If they need to reach me, they can come directly to your house; it should be…

convenient, right?”

At this point, Yang Fan had actually understood what Wei Juan meant.

This thoughtful girl probably wanted to use the method of making him comfortable to thank him for his help.

Such a good deal, he naturally kept his knowledge to himself.

Having already played twice, it seemed there was nothing to worry about.

“There’s nothing inconvenient about it,” Yang Fan laughed, “Then you help me hang these flowers to dry.

I’ll ask my sister-in-law to tidy up a room quickly.

Just shake off the flowers; no need to be too detailed.”

“Okay, sure.” Wei Juan agreed cheerfully, seemingly quite happy about the task Yang Fan had arranged for her.

When Ye Tong returned, she hurriedly greeted Wei Juan and then ducked into the bathroom.

It seemed she still hasn’t come out.

Her pants had a big hole torn in them, probably too embarrassed to face people.

Yang Fan called out at the bathroom door, and when no one responded, he went straight upstairs.

“Sister-in-law!”

While calling out, Yang Fan pushed open the door to Ye Tong’s room.

The moment the door opened, Yang at the doorway and Ye Tong inside the room—applying body lotion to her naked body—were both stunned.

“Sister-in-law, what are you doing…” Yang Fan’s gaze quickly swept up and down, riveted.

Ye Tong quickly hugged her front with both arms, then rapidly tried to cover herself, one hand above, one hand below.

But her fullness was somewhat unruly; she tried to grasp it twice but failed, “You’re still looking, get out quickly!”