Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 312

Chen Junwei had an air of entitlement, even a hint of pride, as he said to Yang Fan, "Having a girlfriend definitely involves getting physical, right? If not, what’s the point of dating?"

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh. "Then I’m curious, how do you have the face to make such demands of Sisi?"

"Sisi, you actually share such private matters with him?" Chen Junwei’s face darkened suddenly as he turned abruptly and questioned Fan Sisi. "Is he just a friend, or what you call a ’male girlfriend’?"

"Our relationship is none of your business!" Fan Sisi said coldly, her anger making her complexion pale.

"If you can speak about it in public, why can’t I share my matters with my friends!"

"But this involves your reputation, your deepest secret, how can you do this!" Chen Junwei shouted angrily, his expression even appearing somewhat fierce.

This was absolutely the most ridiculous person Yang Fan had ever seen.

It’s like a clown standing on stage full of self-satisfaction, loudly proclaiming to everyone, "You are all clowns, I am the gentleman!"

"You better shut your filthy mouth. You’ve been in two relationships, and both got physical. Now you stand here shamelessly demanding Sisi care about her reputation. Did you monopolize all the logic in the world?" Yang Fan said coldly.

"That was to gain experience!" Chen Junwei shouted, raising his arm. "Only by experiencing some relationships will I know how to love someone, cherish someone. But Sisi is a woman, all she should do is protect her body, cherish her reputation, and wait for someone like me to protect her for a lifetime."

Yang Fan was instantly disgusted.

This guy had narcissism and repulsiveness down to a tee.

"I want to hit him!" Yang Fan clenched his molars, saying each word distinctly to Fan Sisi.

Fan Sisi shook her head. "No need, it’s more disgusting to hit such a person. Let’s leave."

"But I can’t swallow this anger," Yang Fan said. "It’s so infuriating, how can there be such disgusting people in the world."

Strict with others, lenient with oneself, it seems he really did monopolize all the logic in the world.

"Chen Junwei, just go away, I’ve already got a boyfriend. Stop harassing me," Fan Sisi took Yang Fan’s arm. "And later, clean up this place, or else, I’ll call the police!"

Chen Junwei’s gaze fixated on Yang Fan and Fan Sisi’s linked arms. "Fine, fine, you two are a pair of despicable lovers, I knew there was something between you. Indeed, haha, so I wasn’t wrong, right?"

"Fan Sisi, you’ve always been a promiscuous tramp, yet pretended to be pure. What kind of purity are you feigning!"

Yang Fan’s foot had already kicked out.

A size forty-two foot solidly kicked Chen Junwei in the face.

"To hell with you, someone like you should have been scraped off on a wall by your father!"

After toppling Chen Junwei with one kick, Yang Fan flew into a rage and started raining punches on that disgusting face.

Punch after punch landed solidly, and in no time, blood spurted from the nose.

His glasses, pretentiously scholarly, shattered into pieces under Yang Fan’s fierce punches, scattering everywhere, slashing several gashes on Chen Junwei’s face.

During this, Chen Junwei tried to fend off the blows, but just as he stretched out his arms, Yang Fan pounded several punches on the soft flesh. It seemed Chen Junwei hardly exercised, as a few punches from Yang Fan were enough to make him unable to even lift his arms.

"Yang Fan, that’s enough, stop hitting."

Fan Sisi, looking rather distressed, stopped Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stood up and, with a spit, hurled a glob of thick phlegm onto Chen Junwei’s face.

"Scum!"

With a swollen, bruised face, Chen Junwei suddenly jumped up from the ground, wiped his cheeks quickly with his sleeve, and snarled fiercely, "I’m calling the police, you dogs in heat can just wait, just wait, I’ll kill you both!"

Although his words were wild, he ran faster than a thief, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Fan Sisi disgustingly surveyed the fake romantic setup in the shop and said to a clerk in the corner, "Clean this up—actually, don’t clean it yet, just blow out the candles."

The clerks hesitantly agreed and began to bustle about.

They had thought they were going to witness a romantic proposal and had been ready to applaud.

But it had turned into this mess, and now they felt rather awkward.

Embarrassing their boss was one thing, but their own embarrassment was another.

"Looks like your plans will have to be postponed. It’s just as well; I need a break as well," Fan Sisi, leaning her curvaceous body against the bar, suddenly smiled at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at Fan Sisi suspiciously, "You’re still in the mood to joke at this time?"

Chen Junwei’s recent words had stung Fan Sisi deeply.

"Why wouldn’t I?" Fan Sisi’s demeanor was a bit languid as she murmured, "Just ignore his words. I’ve suddenly realized I might have been too concerned with what others think. I can’t believe I actually believed such ludicrous words before."

"If there’s anything that’s bothering me, it’s that—I actually believed all that nonsense."

"Thinking like that is... really good," Yang Fan earnestly observed Fan Sisi’s reaction and muttered, "People like him, their words are garbage, you shouldn’t believe a half word they say."

Fan Sisi’s eyes fluttered, and her lips curled into a gentle, seductive smile, "So, do you think I’m a promiscuous woman?"

"Of course not, you’re anything but that. If you were, what would the women who change boyfriends every three days be? Why would you need to steal their title?" Yang Fan said emphatically.

Although Fan Sisi appeared carefree, he still sensed that she was burdened with heavy worries.

Chen Junwei’s words had definitely hurt her.

But she didn’t seem willing to show it.

"So, there’s really nothing for me to worry about. Right now, I just feel relieved, very relieved, like I’ve been fully liberated," Fan Sisi said, lifting her chin and taking a deep breath.

"As for him calling us a pair of dirty dogs, well... I might believe half of it, right? But that term isn’t nice. We should consider ourselves ’friends with benefits’ now,"

Yang Fan was stunned.

Had the floodgates of her restraint just burst open?

"It’s good you’re not affected, really, there’s nothing to mind," Yang Fan said earnestly, "His words were just malicious slander, an insult; that’s why I spit on him. When the police arrive, that’ll be my reason."