Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 248: The Torn Skirt

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: The Torn Skirt

Yang Fan really took the concept of playing hooky to extremes today.

First, he avoided Little Mother’s teasing and then Yang Yuan’s lack of propriety.

Just after one in the afternoon, this poor kid had no choice but to ride his tricycle up to the town.

He might as well check out the property.

Today the negativity back home was a bit strong.

During the meal, Little Mother gave Yang Fan three phone numbers, all reportedly for places available for rent.

Once he arrived in town, Yang Fan bought himself a bottle of ice-cold Coke, sat by the roadside, and dialed the first number.

This damn weather, even the blowing wind carried a scorching heat.

It felt as though a hair dryer was being aimed right at his face.

"Hello."

A soft feminine voice came through the phone, sweet as sugar.

Just by her voice, she seemed like a fragile, sweet girl without a bone of strength.

Yang Fan promptly clarified his intent.

"Oh, are you the one looking to rent a property? My mom mentioned this to me at noon. Where are you now?" the woman asked.

"I’m in the town, opposite the bank," Yang Fan said.

"Then wait for me a bit, I’m coming out right now; I’m at the bank," the woman said.

Yang Fan looked up at the Agricultural Bank across the street; he had inadvertently chosen a conveniently close location.

After hanging up, it didn’t take long for a woman in business attire to come out of the bank.

She wore a light blue blouse and a black pencil skirt slightly above the knees, topped with black stockings.

She wore about ten-centimeter high heels, with a figure that was both slender and curvy.

The blouse was official, but the shoes were definitely her own choice.

Bank employees usually don’t wear heels that high.

Her appearance matched her voice closely: slightly round-faced, delicate and sweet features, dimples forming at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing her glance around from across the street, Yang Fan stood and waved.

The woman, spotting Yang Fan, brightened up and walked over with long strides.

"From your voice, I thought you were a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, but I didn’t expect you to be... um... so young." The woman sized up Yang Fan, her dimples deepening as she smiled.

"My voice isn’t that old-sounding, is it?" Yang Fan chuckled.

"It sounds quite normal now; maybe you were suppressing your voice just now," the woman laughed. "By the way, my name is Bai Mengzhu."

"Yang Fan!"

After exchanging names, Bai Mengzhu led Yang Fan forward.

"My shop is relatively large, with a front shop and a back yard that even has a livable room. I’m not sure what you’re planning to do, but if it’s too big, there’s a smaller one on Second Street. That one’s okay for a little shop but not suitable for much else," Bai Mengzhu explained.

Yang Fan’s gaze returned from lingering on the woman’s pronounced buttocks.

The stitching on her skirt had come undone, and the pink of her underwear was showing through.

"This place fits my expectations; it just depends if the price is attractive," Yang Fan remarked discreetly, "I deal in medicinal herbs and need a place for storage."

Little Mother clearly did her homework before looking for property.

She seemed to be targeting this kind of establishment.

If it were just a simple shop, it wouldn’t do unless he rented two, using the other as a warehouse.

"Well, that’s perfect," Bai Mengzhu said excitedly, "As for the price, we can negotiate. How does twenty thousand a year sound?"

"That price is too low for the county town but a bit high for the town here," Yang Fan mused aloud, "By the way, you might want to take care of your skirt; it’s come undone."

The price was actually about right.

Front shop, back yard, twenty thousand yuan wasn’t considered high for this town.

But if he could haggle it down, even by just a little bit, it was like earning that little bit himself, so he definitely still wanted to negotiate the price.

Thus, he kindly reminded the other party to leave a good impression, which would also make it easier to lower the price later.

"Huh?" Bai Mengzhu turned her head in surprise towards the back.

At that glance, her cheeks instantly reddened like little apples.

She quickly reached to cover the burst seam, somewhat frantically saying, "Could you wait a moment, while I go home and change my clothes?"

"No problem," Yang Fan replied.

Bai Mengzhu nodded her head, covering her buttocks with both hands in an extremely awkward pose as she retraced her steps.

Yang Fan watched Bai Mengzhu’s retreating figure, suddenly realizing that high heels were simply magical.

With them on, her legs looked longer, her buttocks perkier, and her figure even more enticing.

"By the way, do you live far from here? Do you need me to give you a lift?" Yang Fan suddenly remembered and quickly called out.

"It’s not very far, but it’s a bit of a walk. It’s just up ahead in Xin Yi Village," Bai Mengzhu was still a bit shy.

She didn’t know when the dress had ripped, and she had actually been wearing it to work for most of the day.

Thinking about it, she felt so embarrassed she could die.

"If you don’t mind, let me give you a lift," Yang Fan said.

"Thank you," Bai Mengzhu said, blushing.

"Let’s go."

Yang Fan waved his hand nonchalantly and started the tricycle, Bai Mengzhu awkwardly took a seat.

The moment her perky buttocks touched the seat, there was a sudden crisp tearing sound.

Bai Mengzhu’s cheeks suddenly turned as red as a monkey’s butt.

Yang Fan turned his head to look, and his eyes immediately lit up.

The tear, originally only the length of a finger, was now so wide that the dress had almost completely split open.

The pink panties and silk-stockinged thighs inside were clearly visible.

Bai Mengzhu frantically pressed her hand against the dress.

But no matter how much she covered up, a bit of beautiful scenery was still exposed.

Her hands weren’t very large, but the slit in her dress was quite large, making the bodycon dress almost like a piece of cloth.

"You, don’t look anymore, let’s just go," Bai Mengzhu said shyly.

"Sorry, sorry," Yang Fan immediately averted his gaze, released the handbrake, and stepped on the gas.

Getting caught peeking was somewhat embarrassing.

But Yang Fan’s creed had always been that as long as he wasn’t embarrassed, it was the other person who should be.

Turning his head to check out the sound was totally normal, right?

It really wasn’t far from Bai Mengzhu’s home to the town center; even walking would only take about fifteen minutes.

With a push of the gas pedal, Yang Fan quickly reached the destination.

Following Bai Mengzhu’s directions, they went around and around in Xin Yi Village until they finally stopped in front of a house with a big blue door.

They had arrived, but Bai Mengzhu sat awkwardly in the vehicle and did not get off.

"Could you help me open the door, please? I’m the only one at home," Bai Mengzhu said, her cheeks flushed and her voice very soft.

She obviously said this because she was concerned about her dress flying up and Yang Fan seeing everything when she got out of the car.

Honestly, Yang Fan did not want to help with this.

He wanted to see her dress fly up.

Yet, not helping would make his intentions perhaps too obvious.