Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 212 Threat

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Threat

"I will naturally try, but do you think you’re ready to face the consequences of my trial?" Diwu Ming said with a sly smile, looking at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan said in disbelief, "No, how can I not understand your way of thinking? You say you’ll tell Zhang Yulan about our affair, what can that do to me? Besides applauding, what else do you think she would do?"

"Naturally, she could get wildly jealous and come after you for a reckoning," Diwu Ming said with a light smile, then blew a puff of smoke right in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan waved his hand, thoroughly detesting her behavior.

"You’d better consider the consequences of your words. You certainly know her husband better than I do. As for our affair, I actually hope you’d spill it. With her playing matchmaker, I think we really could make it," Yang Fan grinned.

"A misunderstanding turning into a married couple, such a lucky event, I couldn’t ask for more. If you really think that way, just tell me directly. I actually think that’s a better idea—you say it, and I’ll agree on the spot."

Diwu Ming acted nonchalant, her expression revealing she had already seen right through Yang Fan.

"Don’t look at me like that, and stop messing around with these meaningless acts. Just be direct," Yang Fan said.

Diwu Ming’s mysterious and profound demeanor was really annoying him.

"I need you to do something for me," Diwu Ming said leisurely, blowing out a smoke ring.

With an expression that said she had Yang Fan squarely in her corner.

"Why should I do anything for you?" Yang Fan raised an eyebrow.

Diwu Ming’s lightly shadowed eyes shifted, and her lips curled slightly upward, "Why? Because of what I just mentioned and because my power rivals that of Wang Tianbao’s, and because you caused quite a mess in my place."

"Perhaps you haven’t realized it, but provoking me is actually more troublesome than provoking Wang Tianbao. Have you ever heard the saying ’It’s hard to deal with women and villains’? I’m not only a woman but also quite the villain."

Yang Fan looked slightly dazed.

Damn, she’s got talent!

She even managed to insult herself while threatening others.

"Let’s say you’ve successfully threatened me; now, tell me what you want me to do," Yang Fan said gravely.

Diwu Ming took another drag from her cigarette, visibly savoring it for a few seconds before slowly letting out the smoke and then casually said, "I need you to whisper in Zhang Yulan’s ear and get her to auction off Wang Tianbao’s place to me."

"No way!" Yang Fan flatly refused Diwu Ming, "Auctions go to the highest bidder, just find a way to deal with it yourself. And really, you overestimate my abilities. I may know Zhang Yulan, but I don’t have that much influence."

Diwu Ming’s eyelids lifted slightly, "Thinking of throwing in the towel?"

"If you’re unreasonable, it seems I can only resort to that, I’ve managed to make Wang Tianbao sever his own arm. I reckon you might not be so troublesome, stripped down you’re still a woman," Yang Fan snorted, squeezed past Diwu Ming, and deliberately bumped heavily into her chest.

Though it wasn’t very big, it felt quite soft.

Diwu Ming placed her hand over the bouncing fullness, a glint of intriguing light flashing in her eyes.

The burly man came over, staring at Yang Fan’s back, and asked in a low voice, "Is he not cooperating?"

Diwu Ming tugged at the corner of her mouth and shrugged, "Definitely not cooperating. With the appearance of a docile lamb but the heart of a jackal, how could he be tamed so easily? But no worries. It’s not like it has to be him, but I do find this guy pretty interesting."

"Da Zhuang, he wants to mess with me, should I play along?"

"And get beaten to death while you’re at it?" the burly man asked as he looked down.

Diwu Ming was suddenly furious, angrily throwing her hands up, "It’s like playing the lute to a cow, that kind of affair between a man and a woman!"

"Oh..." the burly man murmured softly, "Then just cooperate a bit, it’s rare to meet a man who wants to get with you."

Diwu Ming’s nose was immediately twisted in rage, "Go to hell! I’m naturally beautiful. Those men wish they could stick their eyes on me. Since when have I ever lacked men?"

"They only dare to look, but they don’t dare to take action, stop fooling yourself," the burly man said grinning, "It’s probably only these greenhorns, those who don’t know the depths, who would find you... glamorous and capable of turning the world upside down."

Diwu Ming, eyes wide and practically spitting fire, suddenly shouted, "Shut up and go see if Tian Miao has arrived!"

"Alright."

Da Zhuang, oblivious to Diwu Ming’s anger, calmly nodded.

"Wait." Diwu Ming suddenly called out again.

Da Zhuang stopped, looking a bit puzzled, "Really getting sentimental?"

"I’m sentimental about your mother," Diwu Ming exploded in rage, "Speak human language; there’s serious business to discuss!"

Da Zhuang nodded, "Speak."

Diwu Ming stared angrily at Da Zhuang for a moment before he managed to temper his rage and said, "Now that Zhang Yulan is involved in this matter, Wang Tianbao is definitely doomed, right?"

"Even if he doesn’t die, he’s definitely going to be skinned," Da Zhuang said.

"So their business of forcing people into prostitution by loaning money at high interest is certainly going to be uprooted?" Diwu Ming asked again.

Da Zhuang nodded again, "With Zhang Yulan’s clout, it’s not very difficult."

Diwu Ming gently slapped his smooth forehead, muttering somewhat annoyed, "I just used the wrong tactic with that kid, shouldn’t have threatened him, I should have offered him some benefits."

"Since you’re offering benefits, I suggest you hurry up," Da Zhuang said, "lest you don’t figure it out in time, and we get shut down first. Since Zhang Yulan is willing to go out on a limb for that kid, their relationship must be significant. Maybe the pillow talk has already started."

"We don’t have as deep connections as Wang Tianbao, boss. If they want to mess with us ... probably isn’t very difficult. No matter how hard you punch, you can’t beat someone waving a banner in their hands!"

"Shut up," Diwu Ming ordered sharply, "Why so talkative today?"

"It’s you asking the questions, unreasonable," Da Zhuang muttered as he shook his head and walked away.

When Yang Fan returned to the private room, two women in cheongsams were dancing.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yulan and Xiao Liu were lying on the couch, each more solemn than the other.

"Fanzi, nothing went wrong, right?" Zhang Yulan sat up and asked.

Yang Fan shook his head, "Nothing much, just had a chat with the boss named Diwu."

"What’s there to talk about with her, you fancy that woman?" Zhang Yulan asked teasingly.

Yang Fan immediately blushed, "Sister Yulan, don’t always assume that I’m a player."

"What’s wrong with that? If it’s all just fun without talk of marriage, the more the merrier!" Zhang Yulan said nonchalantly.