Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 483

Yang Fan felt the state of Opening the Heavenly Eye and came to a few more realizations in his heart.

This was probably not because his comprehension was particularly strong, but rather because the book Old Shen gave him was exceptional, coupled with the cold energy in his Dantian.

The book described that one must meditate, penetrate the eyes with force, and then open the Heavenly Eye by coordinating with the Heavenly Eye Technique.

But Yang Fan hadn’t reached that critical step of penetrating the eyes with force.

It was because the activation of the meridians by the Heavenly Eye Technique had mobilized the cold energy in his Dantian, directly completing the process in one step.

After getting up and moving around, Yang Fan dispersed the cold energy gathered in his eyes and ended the state of Opening the Heavenly Eye.

Then, after waiting for a moment, he repeated the previous actions, again using the Heavenly Eye Technique to draw on the cold energy in his Dantian, concentrating his eyes with force, and in one step, quickly entered the state of Opening the Heavenly Eye.

"Do I now have a new skill under my belt?" Yang Fan chuckled.

It all seemed too easy, leaving him somewhat dazed.

Once he confirmed he could open and close the Heavenly Eye at will, Yang Fan left the cornfield and arrived at Wang Daqiang’s doorstep.

The police officers coming and going were still busy, and nobody paid attention to Yang Fan, the villager who was there to watch the excitement.

Wang Daqiang was squatting on one side of the gate, chain-smoking, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet.

Yang Fan walked over and naturally took one from Wang Daqiang’s cigarette box and lit it.

He’d run out of his own cigarettes.

Wang Daqiang’s eyes, riddled with dense red veins, turned to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, should I feel relieved now? But why do I feel like I’ve lost everything?"

Essentially, he had lost everything.

His mother had passed away, and his wife had been arrested.

A happy family had vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving him all alone.

"I don’t have any comforting words for you, but you should indeed feel some relief—you avenged your mother and cut your losses in time!" said Yang Fan indifferently. "There’s something I actually haven’t told you, when I came last night to steal those poisoned chickens, I overheard some conversation between your wife and Shen Zhongwei."

"Shen Zhongwei suggested that your wife divorce you, and she refused."

Wang Daqiang’s eyes brightened for a moment but then dimmed again quickly.

Yang Fan sighed softly to himself, noticing that Wang Daqiang cared deeply for his wife, who didn’t treat him like a human being at all.

"Her refusal wasn’t because of any affection for you. She just thought divorcing now would raise suspicions, and besides, she didn’t want to give up the five thousand you give her every month for living expenses. She wanted to keep you on the hook, letting you toil away while they enjoyed life at home," Yang Fan said flatly. "So, I should still feel relieved."

Wang Daqiang’s expression instantly turned fierce, "That bitch, did she really... say that?"

Yang Fan shrugged, "You can choose not to believe me. I’ve said before, it’s up to you whether or not you believe me. I’m just passing along what I need to tell you. If you weren’t planning to hold your wife and Shen Zhongwei accountable, I definitely wouldn’t have told you this."

"That bitch, how could she... how could she..." Wang Daqiang clenched his fists in pain, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly from emotional turmoil.

Yang Fan could understand his feelings.

Who wouldn’t go mad in this situation?

Perhaps it was because Wang Daqiang had deep-seated emotions for Kou Miao that he was, in fact, quite restrained.

"There’s one more thing." Yang Fan said, "Your mother left you a jar of silver coins, buried under the old kiln at your ancestral house, about a little more than a yard deep. After this matter is settled, you can go and dig it up."

"If the jar is big enough, with the current value of those coins, you should be able to arrange to find yourself a new wife."

Wang Daqiang suddenly looked up, shocked, "Fanzi, you... you’re actually willing to tell me this?"

"I’m going to your grandpa’s, do you really think I’m that selfish?" Yang Fan cursed, raising his eyebrows.

"No, no," Wang Daqiang quickly waved his hands, "it’s just that if you don’t say anything about this kind of thing, I’d be in the dark until I die. And if you take the stuff while I’m not around, nobody would know."

"That’s your way of thinking." Yang Fan crushed his cigarette underfoot and stood up, "With all the people around now, don’t be in a hurry to get it. Let’s wait until things have settled down. My work here is pretty much done. Anyway, I’m off."

"Hey, wait, I can’t leave yet, where’s that fierce woman?"

Wang Daqiang seemed somewhat dazed as if he hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of his sudden wealth.

He blankly asked, "What fierce woman?"

Yang Fan lifted his gaze to Xiang Xue Ting, who was leaning against the door frame, and waved his hand, "Never mind, I’ve already seen her."

"I thought I just told you that my name is Xiang Xue Ting, not ’hey’ or ’oi,’ and definitely not ’fierce woman’!" Xiang Xue Ting said, grinding her teeth.

Yang Fan gave an awkward laugh, "Forgot, forgot. There are too many people’s names I can’t clearly remember the first time I hear them."

"Are you done here? When will we go to your place? I’m quite busy, you know."

"I have to work overtime today!" Xiang Xue Ting said despondently, "That Shen Zhongwei must have escaped into the mountains. The electronic surveillance in the nearby towns didn’t capture his movements, and no one spotted him during the neighborhood canvassing. Later, we’ll organize a search party in the mountains. If you have other things to do, you can head back first. I’ll call you when I’m free, so leave me your number."

"Sure!" Yang Fan nodded and gave Xiang Xue Ting his number.

"Give me your phone!" Xiang Xue Ting suddenly stretched out her hand.

Yang Fan handed over his phone and asked, "What for?"

Xiang Xue Ting didn’t respond. She merely fiddled with the phone for a moment before handing it back to Yang Fan.

"Okay, you can go now."

When Yang Fan checked his phone, he saw that she had saved her number in his contacts.

And here he was thinking it was something else.

Yang Fan left Wang Daqiang’s house without inquiring about Old Mrs. Wang’s body.

Now that Kou Miao had been captured and Shen Zhongwei was being hunted, if nothing unexpected happened, Old Mrs. Wang’s body should have returned to normal.

He had left home early in the morning and didn’t get back until past three in the afternoon, having missed lunch.

It seemed like he hadn’t done much, but time just flew by, not waiting for anyone.

At home, Yang Fan didn’t see Little Mother and the others and didn’t think much of it. He went straight to his room and plopped down to sleep.

He was feeling a bit sleepy now.

In the stifling room, the fan whirred as Yang Fan, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, lay sprawled out comfortably in bed. For some reason, a nap felt more satisfying than a full night’s sleep.

In his daze, Yang Fan felt as if someone was playing with a bird.

Playing with their mouth, no less.

Just as he was about to focus on the sensation, a strong and tight embrace suddenly enveloped him.

He was in!

Then a suppressed groan echoed in his ears, that sound...

It was Fourth Aunt!

Yang Fan’s eyes snapped open.