Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Chapter 410

Surrounded by several burly men, Diwu Ming in her sexy red dress was like a rose blooming on a bed of iron thistles. As soon as Yang Fan entered, he was startled by this striking visual contrast.

This woman... how should I put it, she seemed to truly possess an air of regal dominance.

Sitting there with her legs crossed, she was lighting a lady’s cigarette, with her highly slit red dress revealing a large expanse of snowy skin. It lured Yang Fan’s gaze, making him very curious to explore what treasures lay within the folds of the dress.

At some point, her short silver-grey hair had been replaced with black mixed with flecks of chestnut brown.

Yang Fan thought this color suited her far better than the grey.

Many women like grey, but Yang Fan could never grasp what they found appealing about it.

But in his opinion, grey not only made the skin look unhealthy but also, more importantly, made one appear older.

"Fanzi, brother, come, sit here," Diwu Ming said, waving at Yang Fan with a beaming smile as she saw him approach.

Yang Fan braced himself and weaved his way past the muscular giants to sit beside Diwu Ming.

No sooner had he sat down than Diwu Ming’s body, exuding a faint scent, leaned toward him.

She casually placed her arm over Yang Fan’s shoulder and said with a smile, "Fanzi, brother, you got here quite quickly. Were you so desperate to see your sister that you just had to come right over?"

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly.

There she goes again!

Yang Fan looked at her speechlessly and said, "Because I was just across the street."

"You’re so naughty," Diwu Ming cooed, shaking Yang Fan’s shoulder. "Can’t you pamper your sister a bit? Fool me by saying you missed me so much, what’s wrong with that?"

Yang Fan was truly baffled.

Honestly, Diwu Ming at first glance was the type of woman who clearly needed no romance in her life.

To miss her, Yang Fan feared he might shorten his own lifespan.

"What were you doing across the street?" Diwu Ming asked, seeing Yang Fan’s lack of response.

Yang Fan said, "Having dinner with Liu Sanleng."

Diwu Ming turned her head to glance in the direction of the door, "Then where is he?"

"I beat him half-dead, and now he’s lying on the floor of the private room, sleeping," Yang Fan replied with a shrug.

Diwu Ming suddenly burst into loud laughter, the kind that was uncontrollable.

Yang Fan didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed exaggeratedly nonetheless.

"Why did you hit him?" Diwu Ming asked between laughs.

Looking at Diwu Ming, who seemed unable to stop laughing, Yang Fan said, "Because he brought up some matters that I simply couldn’t handle. At first, he was just shamelessly insistent about me helping him, and after I clearly refused, he even threatened me, so I beat him up."

Finally, Diwu Ming’s laughter subsided. She nudged Yang Fan’s shoulder with her arm and asked, "Was it a bad beating?"

"Not too bad, no broken arms or legs, just knocked out cold," Yang Fan said. "Aren’t you going to ask what he wanted from me?"

"That’s your personal business, what’s there for me to ask about," Diwu Ming replied with a pout.

Even though she hadn’t asked, Yang Fan still took the initiative and said, "Because he wanted me to figure out your sources, also to help another woman set up a shop, and to persuade you to upgrade his shop. It would probably cost a few million."

Diwu Ming clicked her tongue lightly, her expression turning colder, "He certainly has a big appetite, doesn’t he? The way he talks, he doesn’t just want your help with these things; he’s trying to take my Han Palace for himself. Impressive, quite impressive!"

"When he asked you to do such complicated things, did he offer you anything in return?"

"Two hundred thousand!" Yang Fan said.

There wasn’t really anything about this matter that needed hiding.

Moreover, he needed to leverage Diwu Ming’s help to completely sort out the ongoing troubles with Liu Sanleng, so not only could he not hide anything, but he also had to explain in greater detail.

"That stingy bastard goes too far, sending you to manage a deal worth tens of millions and only willing to give you two hundred thousand, served him right! He deserved a good beating, to be beaten to death," Diwu Ming huffed.

"I wouldn’t disdain the two hundred thousand, but I can’t accomplish the task, so coveting it is useless," Yang Fan shook his head as he spoke.

Diwu Ming chuckled, "No worries, little brother, your sister will take care of this for you. It just so happens that I have quite a few troublesome matters of my own that I’d like to thoroughly discuss with him, so I’ll resolve our issues together at one go."

After speaking, Diwu Ming turned to the burly men by her side and ordered, "You lot, bring Liu Sanleng to my place later, treat him well for now. I’m going to have a bite with my little brother, and I’ll be back later."

"Understood, Sister Ming!"

The burly men responded with great respect.

"Fanzi, little brother, tell them where Liu Sanleng is now, so they can go get him," Diwu Ming said.

Yang Fan felt a genuinely tingling sensation on his scalp from being called "Fanzi, little brother" over and over.

"He’s right across at that restaurant, in room number two on the third floor," Yang Fan said. "I didn’t catch the name of that restaurant just now, but it’s the busiest and seems to be the biggest one there."

"Alright," one of the sturdy men nodded in response.

With a wave of her hand, the men very consciously took their leave.

"Fanzi, little brother, fancy experiencing one of the girls here?" Diwu Ming, with her sizzling body, nudged closer to Yang Fan as she asked with a teasing smile.

Yang Fan gestured with his hand, "Better not, I don’t want to interact too much with Liu Sanleng’s kind of place. Rather than here, I’d prefer to go to Han Palace. A delicate Yangzhou skinny horse, a big horse, now that would feel great."

Diwu’s eyes suddenly brightened, "You really know how to have fun, little brother. That’s a nice combination."

Yang Fan thought so too.

Although it was just a spontaneous idea he’d had.

The moment it came to mind, he was tempted.

It was definitely a combination worth trying, it’s just a pity that Han Palace was a bit too pricey.

It wasn’t something he could normally afford.

"Since we’re not playing here, let’s go grab a bite," Diwu said, lowering the cocked leg and grabbing Yang Fan’s hand. After pulling him up, she naturally linked arms with him.

In an instant, all the muscles in Yang Fan’s body tensed up.

This move by Diwu was a bit frightening.

Lately, she seemed to be truly acting a bit abnormal.

Why had she suddenly taken an interest in him?

Yang Fan couldn’t comprehend it; logically, this was absolutely impossible.

"Sister Ming, I think this might not be good for your reputation," Yang Fan said very subtly.

Diwu scoffed, "What reputation do I have to worry about as the owner of this kind of establishment? I, your Sister Ming, have no taboos. All I care about is whether I’m happy with my life."

Yang Fan didn’t know what else to say.

Since she was so inclined, might as well go along with it. It didn’t matter.