Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Chapter 477

Zhou Wenhui seemed like a bundle of dry kindling that had been ignited, her reaction was incredibly intense.

Yang Fan had only gently kissed and nibbled a few times, and her breathing had gradually become heavy, her soft body twisting.

Her hands had even reached into Yang Fan’s pants, seizing his lifeblood.

But the two of them didn’t get to the passionate grappling stage, because sister-in-law arrived.

If she hadn’t called out from outside, the engrossed Yang Fan and Zhou Wenhui probably would not have noticed her.

The two separated like lightning, Yang Fan quickly picked up the teacup that was set aside, and Zhou Wenhui busied herself with tidying her sidelocks and hurriedly began to pick the vegetables. Although both tried to appear composed, their unease and tension were still palpable.

Ye Tong walked in and asked again, "Fanzi, where did you get that pot in your car?"

"Ah... that one." Already feeling extremely guilty, Yang Fan immediately stumbled over his words.

Ye Tong looked at Yang Fan with suspicion, "What’s with your reaction? I’m asking you about that pot, why do you seem a bit nervous? You guys..."

Ye Tong was famously keen-nosed.

As Yang Fan’s gaze shifted, she immediately looked towards Zhou Wenhui, seemingly trying to find some answers from her.

However, Zhou Wenhui’s composure had recovered quite quickly, and she asked quite naturally, "What about us?"

Then she turned to Yang Fan and asked, "Fanzi, did you buy a new pot for the house?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Erm... the thing about that is, it’s a long story."

He truly didn’t know how to explain it.

"It’s just a pot, why would it be a long story?" Zhou Wenhui said, looking down.

Although she had forcibly calmed herself down, she still didn’t look at Yang Fan, for fear of showing something that might tip Ye Tong off. Her sharp intuition as the nominal daughter-in-law also left her somewhat nervous.

"Right, just a pot, and it seems to be used too. Why are you so nervous?" Ye Tong said.

She had very accurately sensed Yang Fan’s guilt.

Yang Fan sighed, and said helplessly, "What if I said I met Old Mrs. Wang last night, would you believe me?"

"I believe you, what’s there not to believe?" Ye Tong said, "But what does your encounter with Old Mrs. Wang have to do with that pot? What’s up with you today? If you don’t want to say it’s fine, so why beat around the bush?"

"It’s related, and it’s a big deal," Yang Fan said seriously. "Sister-in-law, didn’t you consider when I left the house last night? It was late at night, and I met Old Mrs. Wang at that time, does that seem normal to you?"

"Hmm... it is a bit unusual, but what if she needed to go out for something late at night?" Ye Tong said.

"She said she was dead!" Yang Fan said helplessly.

"Huh?!"

"...What?"

Ye Tong and Zhou Wenhui simultaneously exclaimed in shock.

Yang Fan took a sip of tea and said helplessly, "Old Mrs. Wang said she was dead, and asked me for a favor. She claimed she was poisoned by her daughter-in-law. At first, I thought she was joking until I saw her floating in front of me."

"That pot was the one Kou Miao used to stew meat for the old lady. I stole it, planning to hand it over to the police later."

Ye Tong and Zhou Wenhui’s expressions became dull.

"Fanzi, do you mean you’ve... encountered a ghost again?" Ye Tong asked in shock.

Yang Fan nodded, "Although I’m not too keen to admit it, it is indeed the truth."

"Meeting an acquaintance in the middle of the night, I thoughtlessly started talking to them, and then this happened. Later, Old Sir Shen told me not to talk to people casually. But, since it’s already like this, I still have to do what I promised."

"I was just about to say the same thing since Old Sir Shen has already warned you, so I won’t say much more," Zhou Wenhui said seriously, "Remember, from now on, don’t talk to anyone you meet at night, and try to hold your breath."

Yang Fan nodded, "This time I’ve certainly learned a lesson. Little Mother, how do you know so much about this?"

The topic silently buried itself in both of their minds, shifting Ye Tong’s attention successfully.

Zhou Wenhui said, "These are all experiences from life. Whether they are true or false, it’s never wrong to believe a little."

"Fanzi, did Old Sir Shen and Mr. Liang tell you why you keep encountering those things?" Ye Tong asked.

Yang Fan naturally couldn’t say that he saw them because he had opened his ’Heavenly Eye,’ so he had to lie.

"They did," said Yang Fan. "They mentioned it’s because I’ve been stressed, which has weakened my life force, making it easier to encounter these things. I plan to avoid going out at night as much as possible for a while."

"If that’s the case, we should avoid it as much as we can. What you’ve told sounds too frightening," Ye Tong said, still traumatized by the events of the past few days, feeling disoriented and exhausted just thinking about them.

Yang Fan nodded.

"How could Kou Miao poison and kill Old Mrs. Wang? Although that woman is terrible and as lazy as a stupid pig, her heart couldn’t possibly be that cruel, could it? Old Mrs. Wang was such a good person, always busy with family affairs inside and outside at her age. Is that woman insane?" Zhou Wenhui suddenly asked.

"She’s pretty much insane," Yang Fan said. "She was having an affair with Shen Zhongwei, and the old lady caught them."

"So she poisoned someone to death?!" Ye Tong exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Fan nodded, "Although we cannot understand it, this is the reality. Keep this matter to yourselves for now; I need to see Daqiang later and pass on a few words Old Mrs. Wang left for her, to see how he reacts."

Zhou Wenhui frowned slightly and asked, "How are you going to tell him? It’d be best not to mention the ghost encounter."

"I’ll say that she appeared in my dream; it doesn’t matter if I embellish it a bit," Yang Fan said after thinking for a moment.

As there was no other connection between him and Old Mrs. Wang, the story had to be developed in a mysterious direction.

Zhou Wenhui thought for a moment and nodded, "Indeed, that could work."

"This feels like listening to a story, those two despicable people are so cruel-hearted," Ye Tong muttered dispiritedly, "Such a good old lady, to think that she’s gone just like that."

"Good people don’t live long," Zhou Wenhui sighed, "Stop thinking about these things, Xiao Tong, give me a hand."

"Oh, okay," Ye Tong walked over and helped Zhou Wenhui pick vegetables.

Zhou Wenhui gave Yang Fan a very subtle glance, conveying a look.

But Yang Fan failed to understand the meaning behind her expression.

"Little Mother, you haven’t even changed clothes?" Ye Tong suddenly noticed Zhou Wenhui’s open neckline.

The two little bunnies inside were faintly visible, perhaps still bearing traces of Yang Fan’s saliva.

Zhou Wenhui glanced at Yang Fan, "It’s all because of this brat. As soon as I got up, he started fussing about being hungry and wanted me to make breakfast. When the little ancestor speaks, I have to hurry up and get on with it, so I forgot about changing clothes."