Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 278

The gentler Yu Hong Dou behaved, the more guilty Yang Fan felt.

It really felt just like being a thief.

In Yu Hong Dou’s eyes, she clearly already saw him as her good man.

But Yang Fan knew very well what kind of person he was; he certainly didn’t deserve to be called a good man, at best he could be considered a nice guy.

But now, it wasn’t easy for Yang Fan to say anything, in fact he simply didn’t know what to say.

He couldn’t tell the truth, nor could he lie.

If he told the truth, he might lose this gentle girl.

If he lied... he would lose her later regardless.

What should he do? He was conflicted, so in the end, Yang Fan didn’t say anything and silently accepted Yu Hong Dou’s tender and considerate arrangements, and he took great care in treating her after the fight, with utmost tenderness.

As a result, it seemed that he had moved Yu Hong Dou once again.

"Brother Fanzi, you’re so nice..."

The naked Yu Hong Dou jumped up and clung onto Yang Fan like an octopus, "Let’s go take a shower together."

Yang Fan only wanted to say that he really wasn’t nice, he might even be a deceitful swindler who lies and cheats hearts.

Holding Yu Hong Dou, they entered a bathroom in a corner of the yard, playfully took a mandarin duck bath together, and snuggled in bed for a while until Yang Fan got interrupted by a phone call—there was a visitor at the door.

"Brother Fanzi, then I’ll go back in a bit and come see you in a couple of days," said Yu Hong Dou with a coquettish smile, pecking Yang Fan on the lips before she started putting on her clothes.

Her two fair and full assets had been reddened by Yang Fan’s kneading.

When they were getting cozy in bed earlier, Yang Fan’s hands were either resting on those perky full mounds or exploring Yu Hong Dou’s tender Golden Valley; his hands were never idle.

After they dressed, they left the room and entered the shop through the back door.

Outside the shop’s glass door stood about five or six men, a slightly sizable group.

All of them were strangers; not a single one was familiar to Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan didn’t take it too seriously and walked over to open the glass door.

As those few men entered, the leader, a short-haired guy with large tattoos on his arms and around his neck, hands in pockets, immediately shouted loudly, "Move it, throw all this stuff out!"

Yang Fan’s gaze suddenly turned hostile; if he wasn’t mistaken, this bastard would be Bai Mengzhu’s ex-husband.

He had arrived quite fast.

This bastard did indeed seem like no good person.

"Stop right there, what do you think you’re doing? I’m telling you, the stuff in my shop is valuable. Whoever touches one of my things, I’ll touch his little life!" Yang Fan protected Yu Hong Dou behind him and sternly shouted.

The short-haired guy stepped forward, not recognizing anyone as kin, "Kid, you’re quite bold, threatening my life. Come on, try and touch me and see?

"Do you even know what your behavior is called? Let me educate you, it’s called forceful occupation of someone else’s property! This house is mine; you entered without notice and are squatting in my house. What problem is there with me clearing out my own house?"

"Educate your mom, you! The contract I signed is right there, black and white. Who are you to bare your teeth and snarl at me here?" Yang Fan didn’t back down an inch, and ranted furiously, casually pulling out a pair of steel pliers from under the counter to hold in his hand.

Ever since the incident with Tian Gaofei, Yang Fan always kept one of these handy at home and in the car.

He didn’t have a malicious intent, but his guard was now exceptionally strong.

"Oh, so you’re one of us, huh? That tool seems pretty handy!" the short-haired guy said sarcastically with a sneer, "But do you dare to hit me? Got the guts to take a swing at my head?"

"Not at the moment!" Yang Fan stated matter-of-factly.

If he hit now, that would mean he was the one starting trouble.

The short-haired man suddenly laughed like a dead duck, taunting without restraint, "If you don’t dare, then why the fuck are you posing like a big shot here? Fuck off to the side. Let me tell you, go find Bai Mengzhu with whatever problems you have. In short, you can’t keep your shop open anymore."

"Move, and throw all this trash out!"

He bellowed with an air of dominance and flung out of the shop the meat corydalis that Yu Hong Dou had brought in.

"Damn it, that’s meat corydalis!" Yang Fan shouted angrily and swung the tool he held at the disgusting head of the short-haired guy.

With a muffled thud, the short-haired man staggered back two steps, holding his forehead in disbelief as blood gushed out, "I... fuck, blood... blood..."

"Aren’t you a gangster, never seen blood before? What the hell are you howling for!" Yang Fan raised the steel pliers, ready to give him a second blow.

But the kid screamed and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Yang Fan withdrew the steel pliers, giving the short-haired guy’s chest a fierce kick.

"Fuck off to the side!"

With an angry roar, Yang Fan waved the steel pliers, pointing them at the others, "Come on, I dare you to touch my stuff!"

The youths, with tattoos covering their bodies like bedspreads, stood rooted to the spot in unison.

No one dared to move forward.

Probably even these brazen youths felt that Yang Fan’s blow just now had been quite painful.

"Go, pick up the medicine outside! If even one piece is missing, I’m going to kill you little brats!" Yang Fan ordered.

The youths, comparable in age to Yang Fan, hesitated for a while before sheepishly leaving the shop and earnestly picking up the medicine. They were quite meticulous, picking up a piece, glancing at Yang Fan, blowing on it carefully before placing it in the bag that had been tossed out along with everything else by the short-haired guy.

The presence of a tough guy isn’t just posturing or trying to intimidate with numbers like some wannabe gangsters.

And Yang Fan was inherently not afraid of conflict. After going through these recent events, he was now practically at the level of a hard man.

Watching those kids properly picking up the medicine, Yang Fan, with blood-stained steel pliers in hand, approached the short-haired guy, stepping on his ankle and viciously twisting it back and forth before asking amid the guy’s hisses and screams of pain, "Tell me, who does this shop belong to?"

"Yours, yours, stop stepping, it hurts... ah, it hurts," the short-haired guy’s face was swollen as if he had just eaten two pounds of Devil Pepper, turning pale and then red in waves, his expression almost contorting.

"Cut the crap, I’m asking who owns this property? Can’t you understand plain language?" Yang Fan stomped hard twice more.

"Ah— it’s Bai Mengzhu’s, Bai Mengzhu’s!" the short-haired guy shouted in pain, "Stop stepping, bro, it’s really broken, truly broken."

"So if it’s Bai Mengzhu’s, then what the hell are you doing here? Think I’m easy to bully, so you came looking for trouble with me?" Yang Fan stomped on the short-haired guy’s ankle repeatedly, like he was tamping down bricks.

"No, bro, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, I was looking for trouble with that bitch Bai Mengzhu, please, don’t step any more, I was wrong," the short-haired guy cried out, clutching his right leg that Yang Fan had repeatedly stomped on.