Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Chapter 268

After retrieving Little Mother’s clothes, Yang Fan dashed into the bathroom to wash up.

He felt the room’s temperature was a bit high and dared not stay any longer.

While running the water, he suddenly noticed something off about his private parts—it felt sticky.

It was the kind of stickiness that one gets when they haven’t cleaned up properly after the deed.

But yesterday, he hadn’t done anything with anyone.

He had taken a bath after being with his sister-in-law the night before last, so it shouldn’t have been like this.

Yang Fan was bewildered—he couldn’t figure out what had happened to him yesterday?

He examined himself closely and was certain this was the state of not having cleaned up properly after the act.

But who had he been with? No, rather, who had done it to him?

Yang Fan carefully retraced the events of the previous day.

This must have happened after the drinking party concluded, and at that time...

It seemed that only Little Mother was with him.

Hissss... could it be?

Yang Fan suddenly found himself deeply shocked and conflicted.

Little Mother wouldn’t go that far, would she?

But as soon as this thought arose, he dismissed it.

Little Mother, dressed like that, had been sleeping beside him, and no one else had stayed over last night.

It seemed pretty obvious.

Unless someone waylaid him and forcefully had their way with him.

But was that even possible?

It was utterly implausible!

In this day and age, surely no one would commit such a violent act against him.

Filled with heavy thoughts, Yang Fan took a shower, the abnormal discovery weighing on his mind like a couple of pounds of lead.

He wasn’t thrilled, nor could he say he was afraid.

But he was decidedly conflicted and even had a sense of regret that completely eluded his awareness.

He had been violated without having the slightest consciousness of it.

This seemed like the legendary act of taking advantage of the unconscious, except he was the one it happened to.

When he came out of the bathroom, Little Mother was already dressed nicely and tidying up the medicinal herbs in the courtyard.

"Fanzi, come, reimburse me!"

Seeing Yang Fan emerge, Zhou Wenhu waved and called out.

"This is the medicine delivered by a few folks yesterday, priced by Old Zhou; I paid for it, a total of twenty one thousand. Give me the money," Zhou Wenhu said to Yang Fan with a smile, spreading her fair palm.

Upon mention of money, Yang Fan suddenly remembered something exceedingly important.

"Little Mother, let’s not rush that, did anyone deliver a box yesterday?" Yang Fan asked nervously.

That was a solid eight hundred thousand, after all. They drank so much at dinner that he was utterly muddled and completely forgot about it.

Zhou Wenhu’s lips curled into a teasing smile, "A box? What box?"

"Little Mother, no jokes, that thing is really important," Yang Fan said seriously.

"How important? Is it something from a woman? What treasures does it contain? You tell me first, and I’ll see if I can remember," Zhou Wenhu said, laughing.

Seeing her like this, Yang Fan knew that Little Mother was deliberately teasing him.

"Inside that box, there was eight hundred thousand, in cash," Yang Fan spoke slowly, enunciating each word.

Zhou Wenhui’s expression suddenly turned serious, "Did you just say eight hundred thousand?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"I’m on it!" Zhou Wenhui took off towards the back door of the shop in great strides.

Yang Fan quickly followed.

In one corner of the shop, various items were piled up like a small mountain.

Zhou Wenhui, like a dung beetle, stuck out her buttocks, laboriously rummaging through those items.

"Little Mother, what’s all this?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

He did not remember such a pile of things from yesterday.

"These are opening ceremony gifts from everyone; I don’t know exactly what they are, so I just put them all here. Strange, I remember leaving it right here yesterday, why is it missing?" Zhou Wenhui said anxiously.

Yang Fan’s own heart started to race with her words, it couldn’t really be gone, could it?

"Oh my, my mind," Zhou Wenhui suddenly slapped her forehead and turned to run back into the yard.

Yang Fan quickly followed again.

In the wardrobe of the room, Zhou Wenhui took out a box together with several envelopes.

"Here it is, I was almost scared to death. When I closed up yesterday, I suddenly remembered that person saying this stuff was quite important and that you had to open it personally. Afraid of losing it, I also put it in the cabinet, I almost caused a disaster," Zhou Wenhui said, patting her trembling chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so overwhelmed by Old Zhou yesterday that I completely forgot about it, I should have mentioned it," Yang Fan said as he opened the box, and the sight of all that red cash nearly blinded their eyes.

This was the first time in Yang Fan’s life that he had seen so much cash.

The brilliant color dazzled him so much his heart felt unsteady.

Excitement, exhilaration!

"Fanzi, can you tell me where you got all this cash from?" As she looked at the whole box of cash, Zhou Wenhui’s gaze became somewhat vacant, but she still asked with concern.

She worried that Yang Fan had done something illegal.

"This is someone else’s investment; they just wanted to bolster my storefront, so they sent it in the form of an opening ceremony gift," Yang Fan said, "The line of business we’re in, without sufficient cash flow, we can’t even set up shop. A customer I’m quite familiar with came up with this idea."

"Since it’s an investment, how are you splitting the profits?" Zhou Wenhui asked, "Fanzi, although you’ve been dealing with mountain goods for a while, truly doing business has just started. Having someone invest in you is good, but you must be cautious."

Yang Fan nodded, "We split 20-80, losses born by both parties."

He slightly concealed the truth, as being honest might lead Zhou Wenhui, with her intelligence, to suspect something was amiss.

Zhou Wenhui nodded, "It sounds like the other party is also trying to help you, they aren’t asking for much."

"It’s an old acquaintance; their original idea was just to help me smooth out the cash flow and take a twenty percent profit on the side," Yang Fan said as he handed over three stacks of cash to Zhou Wenhui, "Little Mother, here, to reimburse you!"

Zhou Wenhui took two bundles and threw one back, "Getting bold from the investment, huh? Keep things separate."

Yang Fan had intended to give a little extra to Little Mother.

After all, the major expenses of the store, like the signboard and the warehouse, had all been paid for by Little Mother.

"It’s not just for the medicine but also for the expenses of fitting out the warehouse," Yang Fan said.

"That’s some token of affection from me as your mother, now shut your mouth!" Zhou Wenhui rolled her eyes, "And these envelopes contain the opening ceremony gifts from others to you yesterday, I’ve marked the names on them. Remember these debts of gratitude, don’t be negligent."

"Alright," Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

This sort of reciprocation in the form of ceremonial gifts indeed could not be taken lightly, or even close relationships could turn sour.

"Why did Old Zhou give so much?" Yang Fan picked up the envelopes and couldn’t help but ask in surprise.

Zhou Wenhui glanced at them and said, "Originally there was five thousand inside, his wife came over and added another stack."

Yang Fan’s expression froze slightly; there it was, another spoonful of soft rice forcibly fed into his mouth.