Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 162: The Embarrassment in the Bathroom

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: The Embarrassment in the Bathroom

The opportunity Zhou Wenhu had painstakingly created came to an abrupt end.

Ye Tong’s face was flushed as she ran out faster than a rabbit, hurriedly leaving the bathroom after getting dressed.

Zhou Wenhu glared angrily at Yang Fan and chided, "You’re just an A Dou who can’t be helped, you’ve wasted all my efforts. Today, you two could have at least hugged each other, but now look at what happened—it’s all gone to waste."

Yang Fan also inevitably felt a bit regretful, and said with a bitter smile, "I’ve been running around all day and was just too tired. I was planning to sit and rest for a while, but who knew I’d fall asleep sitting there. I didn’t even notice when you all came in."

"Forget it, we’ll find another opportunity. What else can we do now that it’s come to this?" Zhou Wenhu said discontentedly.

It seemed that Zhou Wenhu felt even worse than Yang Fan about him not being able to take advantage of his sister-in-law.

"Actually, we’ve pretty much seen each other in our true colors," Yang Fan offered soothingly.

Zhou Wenhu rolled her eyes, saying irritably, "If the plan had gone smoothly, you would have been able to touch your sister-in-law today, you know? Now go ahead, touch the air!"

"Think about it. When your sister-in-law went to put away her clothes, and you just happened to come out, Xiao Tong would definitely have been annoyed at you for hiding there. Then you could make up some excuse, like hearing people come in and feeling too embarrassed to leave or something. While your sister-in-law was upset and getting dressed, I could’ve slipped and knocked her right into your arms—it would’ve been perfect!"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Little Mother, if we’re talking about that, I think you actually fell in the wrong spot just now. You should’ve knocked my sister-in-law into me, and then I could’ve grabbed her. That would’ve been even more natural."

Zhou Wenhu paused, crossed her arms in front of her, and stroked her chin, muttering, "That’s actually true..."

"Ah, then why didn’t you say it earlier? You’re just crying over spilt milk, what’s the use of saying it now?"

Yang Fan was taken aback, "Little Mother, we’re both crying over spilt milk now. When my sister-in-law was here, I had no chance to say anything!"

Zhou Wenhu rubbed her eyes, "That’s true. You’re an A Dou who can’t be helped, and I’m a Zhuge Kongming who always misses a strategy. We’re both as bad as each other. I was thinking that after the fall, I’d pretend to have sprained my ankle to give you and your sister-in-law more time together, but that’s too bad."

Yang Fan smiled, "Though it’s regrettable, it’s not completely without its gains. I did see quite a bit of what should be seen."

Little Mother didn’t know the private matters between him and his sister-in-law, so Yang Fan still had to play his part for now.

When his sister-in-law felt it was about right, they would make their private affairs public.

"It’s a small yet honorable start," Zhou Wenhu waved her hand and said, "Since you’re tired, you should head to bed early. I’ll go check on your sister-in-law; she’s probably feeling uneasy after you saw everything today."

Yang Fan nodded.

In fact, he was also hoping Little Mother would leave soon.

A lone man and woman in this cramped space, he could hardly find a place to rest his gaze.

And they were discussing such uninhibited topics.

Even though his relationship with Little Mother was no longer that simple, Yang Fan’s heart still felt conflicted.

"Don’t be nervous, with Mother backing you up, you’ll achieve your goal sooner or later," Zhou Wenhu reassured him with a light laugh, then left the bathroom, swaying her plump and perky buttocks.

After Zhou Wenhu left, Yang Fan picked up his clothes and left the bathroom as well.

He threw himself on the bed and after playing with his phone for two minutes, he fell asleep.

Today, he really was exhausted.

Wu Xuelan, who appears prim and proper on the surface but is incredibly flirty in private, had nearly drained him.

...

Dawn broke, and roosters crowed.

Yang Fan got out of bed to the incessant crowing from Fu Xuebing’s rooster in the next courtyard.

The fatigue of the previous day had been left behind; today’s Yang Fan was as energetic as ever.

He cracked his neck and stretched lazily.

What a comfortable sleep that was.

Getting out of bed, Yang Fan, still wearing his slippers, walked into the bathroom with a sway in his step.

Pushing the door open, Yang Fan suddenly froze.

A girl with auburn short hair was squatting there, urinating.

As soon as Yang Fan opened the door, a stream of water shot towards him.

And Yang Fan’s gaze involuntarily caught a glimpse of the source of the urine.

The weeds were sparse, and the pink portal was slightly open.

Yang Fan was dumbfounded, his expression as stunned as if he had seen a ghost.

"Ah... you, what are you doing? Get out! Get out!"

The girl, seeing Yang Fan, immediately turned red and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Yang Fan quickly averted his gaze, stepped back out, and shut the door behind him.

Who is this person?

How dare she come to their house to pee? Totally lacking in civic-mindedness.

Even though that place did look tender and she seemed pretty, that didn’t stop Yang Fan from condemning her behavior.

While he was inwardly grumbling, the bathroom door was yanked open with force.

Seeing Yang Fan, the girl’s face turned red again, and she spat out fiercely, "Pervert!"

"Who told you not to close the door when using the toilet? It’s not like I wanted to see!" Yang Fan retorted without hesitation, "Female pervert, and such a dirty mouth, too. Do you have any manners?"

The girl was taken aback, her eyes welling up with tears, "You, you, I forgot, but shouldn’t you have knocked first before coming in?"

"Sorry, but that’s not the custom in my house. We lock the door when we go in!" said Yang Fan, "You have no sense of safety. How can you blame someone else for that? Do you think a big face gives you the right to be thoughtless?"

"You... you, you brute!" The girl was at a loss for words, flailing her arms, her face as red as a drunken Guan Erge, and she was almost crying with anger.

With a nonchalant hum, Yang Fan remained cool, "I might be a brute, but I don’t think I’m as bad as you. Clearly you didn’t close the door, yet you’re the one blaming others. What did I do wrong? I truly did see something, but did I mean to?"

"You... you, you... jerk!" The girl suddenly covered her face with her hands, crying as she ran away.

Yang Fan, unfazed, shook his head and walked into the bathroom nonchalantly.