Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 160 Quick Decision

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Quick Decision

Zhou Wenhui’s suspicion had already been aroused, and it was no longer easy for Yang Fan to hoodwink her.

He rubbed his cheek, steadying his emotions, before he finally said, "I was at Ding Wang’s place. His wife said there were two bottles of aged wine they planned to get rid of, so I stopped by to check them out on my way back."

"You were at Wu Xuelan’s place in the middle of the night?" Zhou Wenhui’s gaze suddenly grew more suspicious.

Yang Fan nodded solemnly, "We came back together."

"Came back together? Fanzi, what exactly are you doing? Be honest with me!" Zhou Wenhui’s face instantly became stern, "It’s indeed time for you to find a woman, but you can’t just pick randomly. Getting entangled with a married woman spells disaster, not a blessing."

"I don’t care what you’re up to, get back here immediately."

Seeing that Zhou Wenhui was getting somewhat angry, Yang Fan took a deep breath and explained, "Little Mother, I really did just come by to take a look. Wu Xuelan is sorting medicinal herbs at Old Zhou’s shop. I bumped into her when I was delivering goods to Old Zhou this evening, so we came back together."

"Is that really the case?" Zhou Wenhui still asked with some disbelief.

"Why would I lie to you? I’m heading back right away," Yang Fan said.

Just then, Wu Xuelan, wrapped in a bedsheet, clutching two bottles of wine, hurried out.

Yang Fan quickly gestured with his hand, feeling there was no need for physical proof now.

Wu Xuelan, seeing this, quickly withdrew back inside.

Her bare body beneath the bedsheet flickered past like a bolt of cloth, those two ripe fruits jiggling as if they almost flew up.

"Alright then, hurry back, and don’t just collect any rubbish. Antiques and alcohol are things you should avoid messing with if you haven’t before. Sure, these things can make money if handled correctly, but you’re not an expert, and you’ll likely end up suffering a loss!" Zhou Wenhui seemed to reluctantly believe Yang Fan’s words and gave him a reminder.

Yang Fan, of course, agreed with everything she said, mentioning that he only checked because they were from someone he knew.

After a round of ’honest confession’, he finally managed to deceive Zhou Wenhui.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan quickly strode into Wu Xuelan’s room.

Wu Xuelan, still clad in the bedsheet, sat on the sofa. Seeing Yang Fan come in, she quickly asked, "Did you cover it up?"

Yang Fan nodded, "It looks like it’s not going to work out now, she’s urging me to come home. If I delay any longer, Little Mother will definitely start suspecting. She’s naturally very suspicious."

"So, a quick battle then? Dawdling for twenty minutes should be fine, right?" Wu Xuelan asked.

Yang Fan felt that Wu Xuelan was obviously aroused, and after thinking for a bit, he nodded and said, "Okay, then let’s make it quick."

"Come on, use your strongest force to get it done quickly, and then go home!" Wu Xuelan said as she lifted her legs up, revealing the glistening golden valley to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not hesitate, quickly shedding his own ’armor’, and thrust in with force.

"Ah..."

The fierce thrusting made Wu Xuelan’s moans rapid and high-pitched, as if she had been beaten.

But sometimes, it’s exactly like that—the more hurried you are, the more difficult it becomes.

Especially since for Yang Fan, this was already his third time that night—the sensitivity had greatly decreased, though his endurance had grown significantly.

After about ten minutes of tempestuous activity, they were both drenched in sweat, but Yang Fan showed no sign of finishing.

"Fanzi, wait a minute!" Wu Xuelan panted and suddenly said.

"What’s wrong?" Yang Fan withdrew and asked in surprise.

Wu Xuelan slid down from the sofa, knelt beside Yang Fan’s legs, and suddenly took him in her mouth.

"Mmm... Mmm... Ah... Fanzi, do me, do me hard."

Her mouth was stuffed full, using both hand and mouth vigorously, all the while calling out.

"Ah ah... Mmm... Fanzi, isn’t it more exciting this way? Cum on my face, in my mouth, okay? Hurry up, give it to me! Give it all to me!"

"Hiss..." Yang Fan let out a light hiss from the intense stimulation.

The way Wu Xuelan was doing it indeed doubled the stimulation instantly, and he began to feel sensation in no time.

This went on for another ten minutes or so.

"I can’t hold it, it’s coming." Suddenly, Yang Fan let out a muffled cry and clutched Wu Xuelan’s head for a round of vigorous output.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

"Ah... It’s coming."

Yang Fan pulled out abruptly, splattering Wu Xuelan’s face.

"Mmm..." Wu Xuelan hastily closed her eyes until Yang Fan was done, then she touched it with her hand, tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and said with a flirtatious smile, "It’s our third time and you still have so much, you’re incredibly strong, it’s kind of scary!"

"You’re terrifyingly provocative too," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Although just now was a bit rushed, it was exceptionally stimulating.

"You like how provocative I can be? I can be even more so, you’ll just have to unlock it slowly over time," Wu Xuelan said with a coquettish smile, "Hurry up and get cleaned up to go home, or Little Mother might actually come to kill me at my place."

Knowing this wasn’t the time for sweet nothings with Wu Xuelan, Yang Fan quickly cleaned up and said, "I really should go, or Little Mother might indeed come after me."

That was definitely something Zhou Wenhui would do.

"It’s alright, I understand." Wu Xuelan said with a laugh and a wink.

Yang Fan straightened his clothes, swiftly left Wu Xuelan’s house, and rode his tricycle home.

On the way, he lit a cigarette, trying to mask the scent on his body.

Yang Fan had never actually noticed any particular smell on himself after such activities, but he had seen some videos online claiming there would be a distinctive post-coital scent. You might not detect it, but others could.

To be safe, it was better to cover it up a bit.

Otherwise, if Little Mother got a whiff, she would definitely become suspicious.

Upon arriving home, the ancient courtyard was brightly lit; Zhou Wenhui and Wei Juan were sitting and chatting, although about what, he couldn’t tell, it seemed like they were enjoying the conversation.

"Fanzi, what kind of wine were you looking at for half an hour? Don’t tell me it was naked-bottle wine?" As soon as Yang Fan walked in, Zhou Wenhui, with a raised eyebrow and a hint of teasing suspicion, asked.

Knowing Little Mother was still skeptical, Yang Fan composed himself and honestly replied, "It was indeed an empty bottle. I don’t know much about these things myself, and I even asked Old Zhou about it. Turns out he doesn’t know much either, couldn’t figure out how much the wine was worth, so in the end, I didn’t dare to take it."

"You said Wu Xuelan is working at Old Zhou’s?" Zhou Wenhui suddenly shifted the topic and asked.

Yang Fan nodded, "Yeah, seems like she has been for a while."

"Oh... go take a shower, it’s already eleven o’clock," Zhou Wenhui said thoughtfully with a nod.

Yang Fan inwardly heaved a sigh of relief; today had been close.

Never underestimate a woman’s sixth sense.

Especially Little Mother’s.