Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 224: Attitude Towards Work

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Attitude Towards Work

Yang Fan looked shocked as he stared at the innocent-looking Diwu Ming under the table and asked, "Then why did you bite me?"

"Isn’t that what biting is?" Diwu Ming asked, clearly puzzled.

Yang Fan, utterly confused, asked angrily, "You run this kind of place, and you’re playing dumb with me? Really?"

"Who told you that a person who runs this kind of place must know about these things? I make money off those women, not with my body. What’s so weird about not knowing?" Diwu Ming said, her face burning with embarrassment and awkwardness.

At that moment, she truly wished she could find a hole to crawl into or just kill Yang Fan.

All her life, she had been brave and fierce, like a wild wolf in these chaotic streets, but she had never done such a thing to any man.

She had never resorted to this even when faced with threats of death.

But this time, faced with the prospect of tens of millions in profits, she had compromised.

And to think, she was even being scorned!

Yang Fan would never believe that this woman didn’t know how to use her mouth.

Having hustled in the streets from a young age and dealt with all sorts of men while running this kind of place, could she really not know such a simple trick? That would be a joke.

There may be untainted ones out there, but it would be difficult for someone with Diwu Ming’s background to bloom into an untouched lotus.

He was more inclined to believe that this woman was deliberately getting back at him.

Yang Fan didn’t say anything, nor did he teach her how to do it properly, but Diwu Ming was starting to lose it.

Half-kneeling under the table, still holding onto that... annoying thing, she now just wanted to finish as quickly as possible.

"So how should I do it then?" Diwu Ming shouted.

"Boss Diwu, you’ve had lollipops before, right? Just do it like that," Zhang Yulan said sarcastically with a laugh.

Diwu Ming’s face blushed as red as if it was filled with blood, and she carefully started trying again.

She really took to it like licking a lollipop, flicking her tongue over the front part back and forth.

Yang Fan was speechless right away.

If one didn’t consider her background and identity, she really seemed inexperienced.

"Is this the right way?" Diwu Ming paused to ask.

Yang Fan didn’t know what to say anymore. "Whatever you want, just don’t bite me."

Her hesitant, stuttering approach was the worst Yang Fan had ever seen, barely arousing any interest.

Even though this woman was seductively charismatic, watching her like this made Yang Fan feel uncomfortable as well as puffed up inside.

Even if she just enveloped the tip like one does with a lollipop, her teeth would still scrape against it occasionally.

Every time he began to feel a bit comfortable, her teeth grazed him, and not only did Yang Fan no longer feel comfortable, he even began to feel annoyed.

"Alright, alright, just get up. You really wasted such a pretty mouth," Yang Fan finally couldn’t hold back and said.

If he let this woman continue, he was pretty sure it would swell up.

Diwu Ming glared at Yang Fan, covered her mouth, and crawled out from under the table, then turned and ran.

"Fanzi, why did it end so quickly? Were you messing with her mouth?" Zhang Yulan said with suggestively raised eyebrows.

Watching Yang Fan handle others seemed to excite her more than being handled herself.

Yang Fan shook his head, "No way, no way, if she kept at it a bit longer, I would’ve definitely been wrecked. Her teeth are too sharp."

Xiao Liu burst out laughing, "The boss of Han Palace can’t use her mouth, now that’s odd."

"It’s not just strange; it’s simply unbelievable," Yang Fan shook his head and said.

"Fine, let’s leave it at that then," Zhang Yulan said with a hint of regret, "Fanzi, do you have any other arrangements to make? If not, let’s settle it this way."

Yang Fan shook his head. He had regained his footing and reclaimed the scene.

It was almost enough.

If he persisted any further, it would indicate that he had some issues.

"You should have told me about her threats," Zhang Yulan scolded.

"It’s not that I was embarrassed; I truly forgot," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

The evening was too thrilling; he had truly overlooked this little episode.

Zhang Yulan spoke seriously, "Don’t do this again next time. We can cooperate, but we can’t ignore the conflicts. Otherwise, some people will really take advantage of it."

Yang Fan nodded.

That was why he had lashed out when Diwu Ming mentioned apologizing.

If Diwu Ming hadn’t brought it up, Yang Fan might have forgotten about it.

But she had to bring it up solemnly, and with such a manner of offering money as an apology, Yang Fan suddenly felt insulted. You threaten me, and after it’s all over, you think some money and a simple sorry will suffice?

Still joking, joking about that crap.

Without making it somewhat difficult for her, Yang Fan wouldn’t have been able to calm down.

Diwu Ming returned with an extremely unnatural expression.

"Mrs. Zhang, Brother Fanzi, can we consider this matter resolved?" she asked.

"Although I’m not very satisfied, let’s leave it at that," Yang Fan said. "However, I suggest you could learn something from your staff and then make up for today’s incident, since it was you who set the terms, you should fulfill them beautifully, right?"

The corners of Diwu Ming’s mouth twitched slightly, and the murderous look in her eyes almost could not be concealed.

This bastard, holding a grudge like a woman!

"Fine!" Diwu Ming said through clenched teeth, her tone heavy.

"Let’s leave it at that. Boss Diwu, please arrange it as soon as possible; we’ll be leaving first." Zhang Yulan stood up.

"Indeed, it’s getting late. I’ve already reserved rooms for you downstairs; let me take you there," Diwu Ming almost instantly switched to a smiling face, as if she hadn’t been the one gritting her teeth at Yang Fan just moments before.

"Alright, then thank you for Boss Diwu’s hospitality," Zhang Yulan said with a light smile.

Seeing that she did not mention the matter of those prop chips, Yang Fan did not bring it up either.

Both women were skilled at playing mind games; he felt no need to go out of his way.

Down on the eighth floor, Diwu Ming personally opened a room with a key card.

"This is the best room in the hotel. Make do with this one. There are two more next door; here are the key cards."

Diwu Ming took out the key cards and placed them on the table, with names written on them.

"Thank you. Boss Diwu, you should get some rest early too," Zhang Yulan politely said.

"Then I won’t disturb you further," Diwu Ming smiled sweetly and left the room.

Zhang Yulan looked around the room, picked up a kraft paper package from the bedside table, and laughed, "Say she doesn’t handle things well, but look, she’s quite meticulous. Yet say she handles things well, yet she threatens Fanzi to seek my help and still arrogantly and perfunctorily apologizes at the poker table. This woman seems a bit crazy!"

"Sister, what’s this?" Xiao Liu asked curiously.

"What we won," Zhang Yulan laughed, "You surely have them in your rooms too."