Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 210: The Misplaced Compassion

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: The Misplaced Compassion

Old Zhou knew how to share.

He filmed the video for Yang Fan with great detail, showing everything that needed to be shown.

Perhaps it was because Tian Miao was wearing a blindfold, she did not realize at all that Old Zhou had recorded everything.

"Not to mention anything else, even just these two videos are actually enough for us to hold this woman in check," Old Zhou said on WeChat. "Her arrogance was so exaggerated before, I didn’t expect that her price could be pressed so low."

"Old Zhou, do you think it’s possible that she was openly setting her price before?" Yang Fan replied.

After all, Tian Miao helped Wang Tianbao collect debts, and Wang Tianbao had venues like Han Palace under him; she was essentially part of it.

With so many famines, how could she not think of making quick money in this business?

After all, Yang Fan didn’t think Tian Miao was a woman who cared much about her own body.

"It’s also possible," Old Zhou replied. "It doesn’t matter. Even if she was selling her body before, she probably couldn’t completely ignore this kind of video getting out. Save it. If there are any loopholes in your current plan, we’ll use this to make a move and take Wang Tianbao down first."

"As long as this ruthless guy falls, we can slowly deal with Tian Gaofei and his sister. It’s no big deal."

"Alright!"

Yang Fan, quick to heed advice, immediately saved the two videos.

Getting involved with such wolflike creatures, making an extra preparation was certainly not a mistake.

"Let’s leave it at that for now, you get busy, and I need to go pipe setting, there’s water in the well."

Old Zhou replied with a message, including a sly smiley face.

Yang Fan put away his phone and walked into the hotel lobby on the first floor.

He remembered there was a rest area here, planning to sit and rest for a while and wait for Zhang Yulan’s call.

Always wandering outside looked even more suspicious.

He sat down on a circular sofa, and Yang Fan sent a message to his sister-in-law and Little Mother, telling them he would be home late tonight and they should not wait up for him.

Unsurprisingly, he received a barrage of greetings and checks from Little Mother.

Yang Fan could only continue using Old Zhou as a scapegoat, fobbing her off with the excuse of having a drink together.

The sister-in-law, in contrast, asked nothing but simply urged Yang Fan to be careful.

Although she didn’t ask, Yang Fan still shared his hastily concocted excuse.

Then, in the sister-in-law’s instructions, there was an additional phrase, "Drink less and be careful."

While lounging on the sofa and idly using his phone, a call came in from Zhang Yulan, asking where Yang Fan was.

Yang Fan honestly disclosed his location.

Zhang Yulan was initially planning to pick Yang Fan up, but when she heard that he was already inside the hotel, she dropped the idea and just asked Yang Fan to wait a bit longer, as she and Xiao Liu were on their way and would arrive soon.

Yang Fan was somewhat surprised; Zhang Yulan had actually brought Xiao Liu along.

Xiao Liu, this obedient woman, now seemed to be thoroughly trapped in Zhang Yulan’s snare, unable to escape.

The night deepened, seemingly ready for everything.

But tonight’s main character was still under Old Zhou’s punishment.

If the main character didn’t arrive, these spectators seemed a bit too eager.

Yang Fan sometimes suddenly felt, was he being a bit too ruthless?

Before others had made their move, he was already overprepared, pressing them to the death.

However, such compassion was more like a fleeting epiphyllum.

He believed in Old Zhou’s words.

Although not having actually experienced it, he could imagine the ruthlessness of Wang Tianbao and others.

Dealing with such people, using any means isn’t actually excessive.

It’s always better to strike first than to passively take a beating.

Sometimes, Yang Fan would find himself feeling like a contemptible wretch for harboring such compassion.

Weren’t the experiences of Yu Hong Dou and Wang Zhaodi proof enough?

A black sedan stopped outside the hotel.

The driver, dressed in a suit, got out respectfully and opened the car door.

Yang Fan, leaning on his arm, tried to guess which big shot was sneaking over to inspect the place this time.

But to his surprise, the ones who emerged from the car were Zhang Yulan and Xiao Liu.

The two of them made no attempt to conceal their identities, confidently striding in.

They both wore identical black strapless long dresses, dignified yet sexy, appearing like a pair of real sisters.

"Fanzi!"

Zhang Yulan had just entered the door and with a quick glance, she spotted Yang Fan and immediately called out enthusiastically.

In such a public setting, Yang Fan didn’t dare to be too affectionate with Zhang Yulan.

But Zhang Yulan seemed to care little about it.

Like a bird spreading her wings, she rushed to Yang Fan’s side, giggling coquettishly, "Were you getting anxious?"

"Not at all, I heard the main guest hasn’t even arrived yet." Yang Fan laughed, "Shouldn’t we keep a bit of a... distance?"

Zhang Yulan looked momentarily taken aback, glanced around, and chuckled awkwardly, "I forgot about that, we should indeed save some face for that bastard to avoid trouble and headaches. Let’s go up first."

Yang Fan nodded, and the three of them headed upstairs together.

Zhang Yulan was clearly visiting for the first time, for after entering the elevator, she even called Diwu Ming to ask for directions.

"Diwu Ming has made this place like a rat maze; it’s dizzyingly confusing, okay, here we are." Just as Zhang Yulan muttered, the elevator doors opened.

A wave of heat accompanied by waves of fragrant breeze instantly hit them.

Just as Yang Fan had seen last time, rows of scantily clad women stood on both sides of the elevator entrance, softly greeting them.

However, besides these people, there were also two others Yang Fan did not want to see at all.

Diwu Ming, arms folded with a lady’s cigarette pinched in her slender fingers, stood beside a bulky man.

Yang Fan had thought that Diwu Ming wouldn’t personally handle such matters.

But unexpectedly, not only had she shown up, she even personally came to greet Zhang Yulan.

Zhang Yulan clearly had much more influence than Yang Fan had imagined.

There was clearly no escaping, so he braced himself.

"Sister Yulan, we’ve prepared the private room for you," Diwu Ming stepped forward and said with great enthusiasm.

"Good, lead us there first," Zhang Yulan said indifferently.

In that moment, Yang Fan truly sensed the strong, aristocratic aura emanating from Zhang Yulan.

It was completely different from the girl from the mountain village.

Diwu Ming, with a smile in her eyes, covertly glanced at Yang Fan, twisting her prominent buttocks, and led Zhang Yulan towards the private room with her head held high.

Her buttocks were already quite pronounced, and wearing high-heeled shoes over ten centimeters tall along with a white hip-hugging mini skirt made them appear even more noticeable.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but recall the day he had roughly torn open Diwu Ming’s clothes.

The woman was truly unfazed then, even asking him if she looked good.