Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 110: Social Death Scene

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Social Death Scene

This was an absolutely massive social suicide situation.

If Little Mother’s words were overheard by Wei Juan, she would definitely think that there was something fishy going on between Yang Fan and Little Mother.

This misunderstanding absolutely could not happen.

But at this moment, Yang Fan couldn’t take Little Mother outside, as doing so would only deepen the misunderstanding.

He had to think of a way to cover it up, Yang Fan’s brain was spinning wildly.

"Little Mother, what are you talking about? That’s totally a different thing," Yang Fan stammered, "How could that sort of thing make me feel so great? I didn’t even feel anything at all."

Zhou Wenhui looked at Yang Fan with shock on her face, "Didn’t feel anything at all? Is there something wrong with you, kid? You were in there, how could it possibly not feel great?"

Yang Fan’s heart instantly wished for death.

It was over, now he was really done for, the more he spoke the less he could explain.

He scratched his temples and murmured, "Although it did go in, that situation was pretty much the same as if it hadn’t, and about the rest... there wasn’t any either, right?"

He no longer had the words to form a reason and could only opt for babbling nonsense.

Zhou Wenhui nodded her head, "If you put it that way, it does make sense. You just got the tip in, so that probably couldn’t have stimulated you much. I came here to talk to you about this very thing, just go along with it for now, do you understand? I’ll find a more opportune moment. Or find a proper reason to let your sister-in-law find out it’s you, then you’ll get nervous, and with a sudden thrust... there, done."

"Little Mother, are you maybe a bit too scheming?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Zhou Wenhui smiled with a bit of malice, "Haven’t you realized? Some people are so confused right now they can’t even make sense of their own thoughts, we need to give her a push. If we push hard enough, I reckon the issue will be more or less resolved."

"But what if?" Yang Fan asked anxiously.

Fear not the ten thousand, but fear the ’what if.’

If that ’what if’ happened, sister-in-law would definitely not continue to stay in this family.

"That’s why we need to start by going along with it, seizing every chance to continue these stealthy maneuvers. As for me, I will keep a close watch and try to prevent that ’what if’ from happening," Zhou Wenhui said to Yang Fan, giving him a wink and a playful smile.

"You little brat, Little Mother has made quite the sacrifice for you this time, so you better treat your mom well, got it?"

Yang Fan was speechless at once.

Here it comes again!

So he would never live this down, would he?

"I will treat Little Mother well, but can we please not drop the ’little’ from it?" Yang Fan said, feeling depressed.

Zhou Wenhui gently patted Yang Fan’s cheek with her hand, "Nope, I’m not dropping it. Isn’t Little Mother still a mother? I helped you out so much, and you little brat are even refusing to acknowledge your own mother, how heartless."

Probably because her gesture was a bit too vigorous, the bath towel whooshed down.

"Oh, shit!"

Zhou Wenhui exclaimed, quickly grabbed the towel, and swiftly wrapped it around her body.

But no matter how fast she was, the action took some time, and Yang Fan saw everything crystal clear.

Even though he was almost too familiar with Little Mother’s body, not knowing its depths, seeing this scene still inexplicably stirred his heart, and his eyes glued straight on.

"Watch out, you’re going to get eye strain, you didn’t see anything just now, got it?" Zhou Wenhui said to Yang Fan as she secured the towel, speaking in a muffled voice.

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly, "What’s up, Little Mother? What did I see?"

Zhou Wenhu hummed softly, her expression slightly unnatural, "That’s that, then. Listen to me and make arrangements. Go to sleep early if there’s nothing else, and watch less of those indecent things. Be careful not to weaken yourself to the point where all you can do later is cry over your... unsatisfied desires."

"Little Mother, let’s keep it subtle. Let’s not be so unrestrained. I’m in good health," Yang Fan hastily replied.

Wei Juan was still hiding in the wardrobe. Little Mother’s words, suggestive as they were, felt somewhat frightening.

"You’re in good health now, but whether you’ll be weak in the future is hard to say," Zhou Wenhu said with a smirk, glancing at Yang Fan before turning and leaving the room.

Yang Fan closed the door again, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and faced a challenging moment.

But he had yet to think of a good excuse.

Although Little Mother’s words were simple, they conveyed an enormous amount of information.

With a heavy heart, Yang Fan walked over, opened the wardrobe door, and let Wei Juan out.

As Yang Fan expected, Wei Juan’s expression was priceless, her eyes wide with the shock of a monumental discovery.

"Fanzi, did I just hear something I wasn’t supposed to hear?" Wei Juan asked cautiously.

Today’s events had unceremoniously sandwiched Yang Fan in an awkward position.

No sooner had he expressed his feelings of affection to Wei Juan than Zhou Wenhu had orchestrated a secretive entrance under the cover of darkness. If it were just that, no problem; he’d carry on as usual.

But Little Mother, out of concern, came over and repeated herself, and just so happened Wei Juan was also there.

This was... explosive!

"It’s not anything you shouldn’t have heard. My Little Mother always wanted to set me up with my sister-in-law, as you know," Yang Fan said nonchalantly, "But the thing is, my sister-in-law seems to be hesitant, or something; the chances are slim anyway."

Wei Juan nodded, "I do know that, but I thought I heard... got in, and it was exhilarating, wasn’t it?"

The very question Yang Fan was dreading had come.

Everything else might be blurred, but those two words he really didn’t know how to explain.

"That is..." Yang Fan laughed awkwardly, his mind racing in circles.

But he found no excuse.

"You entered your sister-in-law? But she didn’t agree, so how did you manage that?" Wei Juan asked, puzzled and shocked.

"You know how my Little Mother can be sometimes... not so proper," Yang said with a bitter smile, "This ’entering’ isn’t about doing anything to my sister-in-law, it’s..."

"Is it that you and your Little Mother... no, it can’t be?" Wei Juan said, covering her mouth in shock.

"What are you talking about, no," Yang Fan replied, shaking his head.

"Then what exactly is this? Alright, if it’s not convenient to say, then don’t. You seem quite troubled," Wei Juan said.

Yang Fan nodded, "It is indeed a bit troubling because it’s a bit of a mess. You know, my sister-in-law was taking a bath, and then Little Mother deliberately created an opportunity for contact, pushing me in there. Now, that situation... could I possibly enjoy it? I nearly got beaten to death."

It was a bit far-fetched, but it could pass for an excuse.

Wei Juan couldn’t help but laugh, "This... you really couldn’t possibly enjoy. And Aunt Zhou, really, if she was going to let you in, at least sneak in quietly. Such an encounter by collision probably doesn’t count as an opportunity."