Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 174: A Mess

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: A Mess

Yang Fan considered himself quite experienced, but what transpired today had truly disgusted him to no end.

With a slap across the Ghostly Fire Youth’s face, Yang Fan mocked, "Come on, get up and hit me. Let’s see your courage."

The Ghostly Fire Youth’s face had been deformed by Yang Fan’s slaps as he shouted hoarsely at Wang Zhaodi, "You filthy woman, just take off your pants and let big brother do it, and it’ll be over. Why are you provoking him? Look at me, do I look like I can win a fight?"

Wang Zhaodi, with her arms crossed, let out a cold laugh, "I could take them off, but he’s not coming to me; he’s after you instead. What can I do? These things... even if I’m eager, it seems I can’t make it happen, right?"

After that, she shouted at Yang Fan, "Big brother, are you doing it or not? If not, stop meddling and don’t make trouble for yourself. Take the money, and let’s call it a day. If not, you’ll have plenty of troubles later. His family does have connections, and he’s got a gang with lots of people. If you don’t want to end up half-dead later, stop meddling."

The corner of Yang Fan’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. Did she really have no clue?

It looked like they were the ones getting thrashed, so where was this confidence coming from? And now she was even trying to make threats.

"Come on, try to beat me half-dead!" Yang mocked, landing several more slaps on the Ghostly Fire Youth’s face.

"Bro, bro, I was really wrong, please, no more hits!" the Ghostly Fire Youth pleaded, covering his face.

Yang Fan landed another slap and shouted at Wang Zhaodi, "Strip!"

"Money first!" Wang Zhaodi, completely unconcerned with the Ghostly Fire Youth’s fate, reached out to Yang Fan and demanded.

"Strip, or your little boyfriend here is done for." Yang Fan grabbed the Ghostly Fire Youth’s fingers and twisted them backward.

The Ghostly Fire Youth immediately began to howl like a ghost, crying out, "Zhaodi, quick...quick..."

But Wang Zhaodi ignored him, still insisting, "You can finish him off if you want, but no money, no stripping."

"Fine, you’re truly heartless."

Yang Fan let out a cold laugh, snapped the Ghostly Fire Youth’s finger, then took out one thousand yuan and tossed it to Wang Zhaodi.

"Strip then."

Wang Zhaodi counted the money, put it in her pocket, and then stripped off her clothes quite readily, her expression though seemed like that of an emotionless machine.

Uncle Wang, such an honest and simple person, had raised such a daughter.

If he knew about this, he would probably have a heart attack.

Yang Fan sat on top of the Ghostly Fire Youth, eyeing Wang Zhaodi’s slender legs, and said indifferently, "Take off the top, too."

Although the girl was just eighteen, bearing a feel of a mature woman of society, her body was still tender, legs slim and straight, waist graceful, well-developed.

"Big brother, isn’t it enough to just do it? Why the need to strip completely? It’s so troublesome," Wang Zhaodi said, somewhat unwillingly.

"Strip!" Yang Fan ordered sternly.

"Fine, I’ll strip. You’re the sugar daddy, after all, it’s to be expected," Wang Zhaodi said, spreading her hands.

Article by article, her clothes fell to the floor, and soon Wang Zhaodi stood fully exposed before Yang Fan.

Once naked, she seemed to finally realize she should be ashamed.

With her head down, cheeks flushed, arms crossed over her rather pale and full chest, her demeanor became noticeably uneasy.

Yang Fan took out his phone, snapped a few photos, and recorded a short video.

"Bro, what are you doing? You can mess around, but filming a video is not okay," Wang Zhaodi called out anxiously.

Yang Fan ignored her and calmly pocketed the phone, "I’ve spent my money, how I handle it is my business."

"Bro, that’s a bit too much. I still want to have a life after this. What if you spread the video?" Wang Zhaodi said in panic, lunging forward with her full chest to try and snatch Yang Fan’s phone.

Yang Fan swung his pig-slaughtering knife and slapped it on Wang Zhaodi’s very soft-looking chest, "Don’t move recklessly, this thing is very sharp. Whether or not the video gets out depends on your attitude."

Facing the ominous weapon, Wang Zhaodi was immediately scared stiff, "Bro, you... don’t mess around, what kind of attitude do you want? Isn’t my attitude good enough? I’ve already taken off my clothes, you just do it and that’s it."

Yang Fan raised his hand and slapped the Ghostly Fire Youth’s face again, "The attitude I want is for you to cut ties with little brats like this first."

"Ah..." The Ghostly Fire Youth screamed in pain, "Why are you hitting me again, bro? I’ll break it off, there’s no need for her to say it, I’ll do it!"

"Good," Wang Zhaodi quickly chimed in.

"As for the rest, I’ll tell you when the time comes. Go clean yourself up and wait, I’ll come find you," Yang Fan glanced over Wang Zhaodi’s chest and, carrying the pig-slaughtering knife, walked straight out of the forest.

Let it be so.

If he had no concerns, he might have taken advantage of Wang Zhaodi, but he felt revolted.

This girl was too careless, she didn’t take her own body seriously at all.

Even Gao Lanlan, a loose woman, knew to cover up a bit, but she, on the other hand, let others take her from behind right in front of her ancestral tablets.

That’s outrageous!

And a girl who didn’t take her own body seriously was likely to have the same disregard for her reputation.

If he took advantage of her now, it might teach her a lesson, but she might also turn around and accuse Yang Fan of force.

If that filth got thrown on him, it would be even more disgusting.

She might have no shame, but Yang Fan still wanted to preserve his honor.

Holding her dirty little secret in his grip, he decided to make her sweat for a while first.

Back at the car, Yang Fan stuffed the snatched pig-slaughtering knife and wrench into the toolbox at his feet and then rode off on his bike.

Inside the forest, Wang Zhaodi quickly put on her clothes, glanced at her little boyfriend on the ground with contempt, and cursed, "I thought you were tough, turns out you’re just a soft egg, a waste."

"Zhaodi, that’s too harsh, isn’t it? I was trying to get money for you. Help me up. I think he broke your dad’s heart; he hit me too hard," the Ghostly Fire Youth cried out, covering his cheek.

"Get up yourself!" Wang Zhaodi shouted angrily, "Look at this rotten idea you came up with. Now look, he’s got my photos, what do we do now?"

The Ghostly Fire Youth muttered weakly, "What else can we do, I’ll just have to hide. You try to cozy up to him and get the photos back, then we’ll figure something out. Oh, and... why did you take off your clothes so quickly just now?"

"Are you jealous? Do you even have the right to be jealous? Just get out of my sight. You spent the money, but I’m the one who ended up in trouble. He was willing to pay one thousand yuan, could I not take it off fast? How did I end up with such a bastard like you? Let me tell you, don’t come looking for me ever again," Wang Zhaodi said angrily.

"Are you really going to cut me off?" The Ghostly Fire Youth shouted in shock and unwillingness.

"What else? He’s very familiar with my dad, and if he finds out you’re still coming to my house, he might spread my photos in a fit of rage. Will I even be able to face people then? And about the money, you must figure out how to get half; I’ll handle the other half," Wang Zhaodi said, "If you dare not do anything, I’ll just die on your family’s doorstep. We’re already in this mess, neither of us is going to have it any easier."

"I’ve been trying to figure out something!" the Ghostly Fire Youth said, still covering his cheek, "But, can you not break it off with me? You haven’t given ’it’ to me for the first time yet. It’s always better to give it to me than to those scumbags, right? If we can’t raise the money, they might really... you know. It doesn’t hurt that much, but it still feels like a waste."

"Get lost!" Wang Zhaodi turned her head to glare at him fiercely and then walked away.