Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Chapter 305

Yang Fan realized that Old Zhou and Zhu Shanshan’s marriage might have collapsed.

But he was somewhat confused about the concept of a partner.

"Old Zhou, what exactly is a partner?" Yang Fan asked.

Old Zhou passed a cigarette to Yang Fan and lit it for him before replying, "A partnership is just doing business together, nothing else considered. She didn’t say much, and I didn’t ask for her forgiveness, so that’s that."

"I was thinking of saying a few good words and making promises, but she told me she had given me countless chances, and really shut me down. Indeed, it wasn’t the first or second time she caught me; now, it’s quite alright."

Suddenly hearing such news, Yang Fan didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Given Old Zhou’s character, as charming and stylish as his own, a breakdown of marriage was probably inevitable.

"Didn’t you consider fighting for it one last time?" Yang Fan asked.

"I’ll think about it later, I’m not really concerned anymore." Old Zhou grinned, "Fanzi, take a piece of advice from your big bro; you should marry late. As long as a man has money, he won’t lack for women; that’s the rule of the world. Don’t listen to those people online yelling about this or that standard for a good man; money is the best standard."

Yang Fan nodded in strong agreement; these words were reality itself.

"Moreover, for people like us, marriage is a constraint!" Old Zhou’s gaze turned a bit lecherous as he winked at Yang Fan, "When you’re free, how about I take you to Han Palace to see the big horses? You can help me win back the scene."

"Err...hiss....why does that sound so weird!" Yang Fan grimaced.

How do you win back a scene?

Old Zhou had retreated from the battle softened; would he charge into battle again, making them unable to withstand it?

Although your treasured forbidden fruit is likely visited repeatedly by others during countless late nights, and even battered inside.

But saying it out loud made it awkward.

"What’s so strange about it? I asked for three by myself, but there are plenty of times when three ask for one," Old Zhou laughed.

Yang Fan curled his lip, unable to accept it anyway.

"You’ve accepted so quickly that you’ve shifted from being a marriage partner to a business partner?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Old Zhou looked stunned for a moment before becoming more serious, "Actually, this was all inevitable; I had foreseen it. My sister-in-law and I have only had the title of spouses without the substance for a long time."

Yang Fan roughly understood why Zhu Shanshan might have decided to secretly meddle with his medication.

Perhaps she wanted to play separately like Old Zhou, but didn’t know how to start, so she chose the most covert method.

"Do you need me to join you for a drink later?" he asked with a smile.

Old Zhou scoffed, "Do I look like someone who has lost his marriage and needs comforting? But, if it’s to enjoy and have fun, we can drink a little and celebrate your big bro returning to singlehood."

Yang Fan: ...

This mindset, well, is indeed quite smooth.

As they talked, the two men walked to the warehouse.

After weighing, three people together helped unload the cargo Yang Fan had brought in.

From this cargo, Yang Fan made a profit of 4,700 silver dollars.

Compared to his past dealings in the streets and alleys, his income had significantly increased by about two thousand.

And it was much more comfortable than before, at least he didn’t have to run around under the sun and wind.

After settling Zhao Wu’s fare, the brooding "vest prince" left in haste due to other business matters.

Yang Fan and Old Zhou then had a casual drink at the shop, sipping a little and chatting for a while.

As he was leaving, he suddenly remembered that Fan Sisi had mentioned she would go to the store to pick up the Thunderstruck Wood in a few days. Initially planning to take a taxi, he crossed the street and walked into Fan Sisi’s Delong Wanshu Sichuan Restaurant.

Since it was not yet mealtime, there were no customers in the restaurant, and a few waiters were sitting around a fan, chatting.

"I’m looking for your boss, is she here?" Yang Fan entered the restaurant and asked directly.

"The boss is upstairs, do you need us to show you the way?" a waiter stood up and offered.

"No, thank you!"

Yang Fan thanked him and then climbed the stairs.

This time, he did not hear any strange noises; the room was very quiet.

Knock, knock, knock.

Yang Fan knocked on the door.

After a short moment, he could hear faint sounds of footsteps rubbing against the floor from inside.

As the door opened, Fan Sisi, bare-faced and with messy hair, her body reeking of a strong alcohol smell, peeked out half her body. She looked like she had just woken up, squinting her eyes for a while before she could make out who was standing in front of her.

"Ah... it’s you?"

Seeing it was Yang Fan, she seemed a bit disappointed.

Yang Fan gave a weird look and checked the time on his phone; it was just past four in the afternoon.

"It seems I’m not the person you were hoping for," Yang Fan joked with a smile, "You’re still sleeping at this hour, I can’t figure out when you had time to drink."

"I drank at noon," Fan Sisi grabbed a handful of her hair, which looked like weeds, and sidestepped to let Yang Fan into the room.

She didn’t respond to the joke, but the change in her expression made Yang Fan feel like he might have unintentionally hit the nail on the head.

She indeed seemed to be expecting someone.

The room, with the curtains drawn, was filled with a thick lingering smell of alcohol. On the table, there was a plate of unfinished peanuts and two bottles of white liquor; one bottle was already empty, and the other was nearly so.

The arrangement of the chopsticks suggested that she might have been drinking alone.

Yang Fan looked at Fan Sisi, who was wearing a light gray nightgown, with a bit of shock.

This woman had quite the capacity for liquor.

It looked like she had been drinking by herself.

Fan Sisi seemed to be searching for something, moving around aimlessly and touching her hair, before she went to pull open the curtains.

The bright sunlight came in and illuminated the room, and it also caused Fan Sisi’s nightgown to become translucent.

The thin nightgown under the direct sunlight somewhat revealed the details underneath.

The vintage nightgown was tightly stretched by full, perky breasts, barely visibly hiding two small nipples.

She was actually not wearing anything underneath!

The breasts were not very large, but resembled two perky peaches.

"What brings you here at this time?" Fan Sisi sank into a chair, lifted her right leg, and propped her chin upon her knee, looking half asleep and absent-minded.

Yang Fan withdrew his gaze from the neckline of Fan Sisi’s dress, cracked open the window a bit, and then said, "Didn’t you tell me to come by when I was free to pick up the thing made of Thunderstruck Wood? I was delivering some goods today and thought I’d stop by and see."

"Oh, that..." Fan Sisi’s eyelids drooped, and she mumbled, "Indeed it’s ready, hmm... it’s ready."

She seemed about to fall asleep again.