Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 190: Wei Juan’s Decision

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Wei Juan’s Decision

Yang Fan, unable to find a single convincing reason, felt even his scalp go numb.

Just then, Ye Tong suddenly flashed him a charming smile and whispered, "Okay, stop with the long face. I’m just joking with you; don’t take it seriously."

Yang Fan’s taut nerves instantly relaxed, but just as a smile began to appear on his face, Ye Tong’s expression turned stern again. She whispered through gritted teeth, "If I catch her sticking out her buttocks while clinging to you again, you can forget about harboring any naughty thoughts about me!"

Yang Fan was immediately taken aback.

"Sister-in-law, I swear..."

He hurriedly tried to offer a solid promise to let sister-in-law know his true feelings, but before he could finish, Ye Tong smiled again and said, "It’s fine. I understand. It’s late; you should get some sleep."

Yang Fan watched sister-in-law, slightly dazed, as she swayed her hips walking through the home’s door, feeling somewhat internally shattered.

Where had sister-in-law learned this top-grade face-changing skill? Why did it feel so scary!

Fourth Aunt and Xiao Yuan, the mother-daughter duo, seemed to have finally stabilized their emotions. Yang Fan greeted them, advising them to go to bed early, and then returned to his own room.

Sister-in-law and Little Mother were clearly a bit hostile towards Xiao Yuan, and he didn’t dare to provoke further trouble.

In theory, he was supposed to be the one most ruthless towards Xiao Yuan.

Only, he was softhearted.

By a pretty girl’s sweet talk, even more so, his anger melted away almost instantly, and now he was back to his usual self.

Back in his room and lying on the bed, Yang Fan found himself without any desire to sleep.

A midnight stroll in the mountains had thoroughly frightened the sleep out of him.

Unable to sleep, he took out Chen Zhong’s phone and browsed through the big shot’s hidden pleasures.

With this pile of actually fully functional phones, Yang Fan felt he could play with them for a month or so without being able to see everything.

This happiness, akin to opening a blind box, was quite tempting actually.

The unlocked door was suddenly and silently pushed open, startling Yang Fan. He quickly hid the phone and pretended he was just about to sleep.

At that moment, he swore to himself he would fit a lock on the door someday.

His room used to have the old-fashioned kind of bolt, but after one side broke, Yang Fan, lacking any carpentry skills, left it unfixed. Now, seeing this situation, he realized it was truly necessary to install a lock.

The household’s ancestors truly didn’t regard his privacy at all.

Wei Juan slipped into Yang Fan’s room with a furtive sweep.

Yang Fan had thought it would be Little Mother again, but seeing it was Wei Juan, his minor annoyance instantly cleared, turning into sunshine.

Lifting the covers in one motion, Yang Fan opened his arms to welcome Wei Juan.

Only wearing a crimson nightgown, Wei Juan shyly squinted at Yang Fan and said, "It’s so late, and you’re still so lively?"

Yang Fan chuckled, "Even if it were later, seeing you could instantly fill me with vigor."

"You would say that," Wei Juan giggled softly, sliding into Yang Fan’s bed covers like a slippery eel.

Yang Fan pulled Wei Juan into his arms, his large hand slipping into her pajamas.

Just as his palm grasped the soft fullness, she stopped him, "Wait a minute, I have something serious to tell you."

"No problem, you talk, I’ll play, it won’t interfere," Yang Fan said with a smile.

Wei Juan looked at Yang Fan somewhat helplessly, then let out a chuckle, "Then don’t play with the ’little beans’ first, wait until I’m done. You touching there, I can’t speak properly."

Under the light, her smile blossomed like a flower.

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, his hand skillfully kneading the elastic mounds as he laughed, "What’s so serious that you’re being all formal about it?"

"I’m moving out tomorrow. Shen Lin’s matter has finally been settled," Wei Juan blinked her starry eyes and said with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, "My room at the village office has also been cleared out. It’s not very convenient to continue staying at your place now."

Yang Fan was startled, "So soon? How about delaying it for a few more days? It feels like you’ve just been here for a short while."

Wei Juan chuckled, tilting her neck up and whispering in Yang Fan’s ear, "Silly, if I move out, that would be more convenient for us. I’m the only one living there at the village office now, so even if we make a lot of noise, we don’t have to worry about being disturbed. But at your house, I now dare not speak too loudly."

Yang Fan then realized, "That seems to make sense."

Fourth Aunt and her daughter are currently living right above Yang Fan’s floor.

The old wooden building, naturally, did not have good soundproofing, and voices could be clearly heard between floors.

"So, if you’re free tomorrow morning, you could help me move. But if you’re busy, just forget it; there’s not much stuff," Wei Juan said. "Later on, when you’re free, you can come to my place, and we can continue... hmm..."

While talking, her face gradually blushed with shyness.

No matter how familiar the relationship was, she was always a woman, after all.

Yang Fan nodded and suddenly asked, "By the way, why did you tell my sister-in-law and Little Mother that nothing was going on between us?"

"Because I also feel that you and your sister-in-law are the most suitable for each other," Wei Juan giggled, "After dealing with that bastard Shen Lin, I’m profoundly scared of marriage. I’ve decided, in the future, I’ll be your mistress, or friends with benefits."

"But this...," Yang Fan muttered worriedly.

Wei Juan quietly slid her hand into Yang Fan’s crotch with precision, gripping firmly before she continued with a low chuckle, "Silly, isn’t this arrangement beautiful? Your sister-in-law clearly likes you; it’s just that she has many concerns and can’t speak up easily. If you persist a bit longer, this is almost a sure thing."

"With your sister-in-law at home and me outside, your life will be much more comfortable than most men, won’t it?"

"It’s beautiful indeed, but this isn’t really fair to you..." Yang Fan said.

Before he could finish, Wei Juan interrupted him, her tone earnest, "There’s no such thing as fair or not fair. This is my choice, and I believe it’s the best choice for me. Don’t keep talking about it; I understand everything."

After giving it some serious thought, Yang Fan asked, "Are you really sure about this?"

Wei Juan’s eyes held a tender smile as she nodded, "I couldn’t be clearer. Come on, kiss me, play with me."

Yang Fan paused briefly before he lifted Wei Juan’s pajamas, revealing the snowy white skin and perky fullness beneath.

Somehow, things seemed to have taken an unexpected turn, leading exactly to the scenario he had once envisioned.

"Even though you’ve made up your mind, I still feel like something’s not quite right," Yang Fan said with a chuckle as he massaged the pair that were as tender and white as freshly kneaded buns.