Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Chapter 493

Xue Ting had a great figure, especially when she bent over; those buttocks tightly encased in black pants made it impossible for Yang Fan to pretend to be a gentleman. They were round and tightly stretched like juicy peaches, with hints of her underwear visible beneath.

They weren’t conservative boxers but rather a somewhat sexy thong.

Xue Ting prepared the tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Yang Fan, "Be careful, it’s quite hot."

Afterward, she asked, "Does the investigation need to go back that far?"

Yang Fan nodded, his gaze subconsciously shifting to Xue Ting’s black trousers.

Not only was her rear tightly wrapped and rounded, but the front also looked plump and succulent.

Following Yang’s gaze, Xue Ting looked down and her face quietly flushed, "Mr. Yang, what are you looking at?"

Yang’s gaze remained steady, still fixed straight ahead.

It really did seem quite delectable.

Seeing that Yang was still so transfixed and not responding to her, Xue Ting felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed. She raised her voice and asked again, "Mr. Yang, what are you looking at?"

"Huh?" Yang Fan suddenly snapped back to reality, "What did you say?"

Xue Ting shifted sideways, her tone a mix of suspicion and annoyance, "I asked what you were just looking at?"

Yang Fan was taken aback, "What am I looking at? I’m not looking at anything, I was just thinking..."

He glanced at Xue Ting’s plump lower abdomen and suddenly chuckled, "Oh, it seems I’ve given you the wrong impression, sorry, I wasn’t looking there, I was thinking about a reason."

He felt confident his act was quite convincing.

Xue Ting quickly covered that area with her hand, "I... I didn’t say you were looking at anything specific; how would you know? You were clearly looking just now..."

"Er... sorry, I figured it out from your reaction just now, guessing that my gaze might have fallen there," Yang Fan said with an awkward smile, though of course, it was feigned.

Xue Ting looked at Yang Fan half-believingly, "Okay, maybe... maybe I was just being too sensitive."

"Even though that spot looks very beautiful, I wouldn’t get so distracted so easily, don’t misunderstand," Yang Fan said with a smile, "If I were so captivated in your presence, it would mean my willpower was pretty bad."

Xue Ting’s cheeks suddenly turned red, and she looked at Yang Fan with annoyance, "You, just shut up, what kind of descriptions are those? Beautiful or not, why are you like this..."

Yang Fan smiled, "Sorry, I was perhaps too direct with my words, I was just expressing my honest opinion, it really is beautiful, from the outside, from the outside, my eyes aren’t that incredible to see beyond that."

"Just stop, you’re making it worse!" Xue Ting said blushing, waving her hands frantically.

Being described by Yang Fan, she felt something wasn’t right down there.

It was as if something was gently caressing the surface, or as though Yang Fan’s gaze was piercing inside.

Xue Ting was quite upset, thinking if this guy wasn’t a debauched rascal or a scoundrel, then he truly had no way with words.

Who else would describe a woman’s private part so blatantly...

It was only because he was the expert she had invited that Xue Ting swore she would have let Yang Fan truly experience the grappling techniques of a female police officer.

"Sorry, sorry," Yang Fan’s gaze intentionally swept over the area Xue Ting was covering with her hands again.

This shape, from the outside, looks truly beautiful, but who knows what it’s like inside?

He had just taken a sip of tea and was pondering how to end this awkward conversation when his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Old Sir Shen.

Old Sir Shen had already arrived at the community.

Yang Fan reported the building number and rose from the sofa, "Old Shen, you go ahead, I’ll come down to meet you."

"Mm."

After hanging up, Yang Fan briefly explained to Xiang Xue Ting and then left her home.

He still had some matters for which he needed to consult Old Shen, and it wasn’t appropriate to discuss them in front of Xiang Xue Ting.

On the second floor, Yang Fan met Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi.

These two elders seemed to have teamed up.

"Fanzi, you really know how to pick a place," Liang Laoshi joked, "The place you choose is truly exceptional!"

"Really exceptional?" Yang Fan asked, surprised.

"It’s definitely not a place for people to live," Old Sir Shen muttered, "I’ve always lived in the county town and never knew there was such a fiercely ominous place here, yet you, a half-competent fellow, hit the nail on the head every time."

Yang Fan spoke seriously, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Liang, I was just about to ask about this. I felt something was off the moment I arrived here. As soon as I entered the community, I encountered one mystery after another. I went to the female police officer’s home, and right as the door opened, another jumped out. You say the village is nearly forming into ghosts, but it shouldn’t be this rampant. Is there something wrong with this place?"

"Fanzi, you need to know one thing, or rather, an unwritten rule!" Old Sir Shen said seriously.

"When you find one cockroach in your house, it means there are countless nests already. These mysteries are like cockroaches; they too choose or create an environment suitable for their survival."

"Old Shen, are you suggesting there’s even more hidden in the darkness here?" Yang Fan asked, alarmed.

He had actually been suspecting this, but he was reluctant to consider it too deeply.

Old Shen breathed out deeply and said, "I’m not so worried about the number as I am concerned that there might be some real big shots hidden inside. By the way, did you find that supernatural mystery?"

"That one got beaten to death with a random stick!" Yang Fan said.

"Just as that female police officer and I reached the outside of the community, the Whisperer came at me, unleashing a barrage of craziness. I had no choice but to withstand it, and I don’t know if there was something wrong with that creature or if it was just too weak, but it actually got beaten to death by my frenzied swings," Yang Fan explained, shaking his head.

Now thinking back on it, he found it somewhat unbelievable.

Both Old Shen and Liang Laoshi were taken aback.

After a long silence and a shared glance, Liang Laoshi finally asked in disbelief, "You, with a random stick, beat to death a Spirit Level mystery?"

Yang Fan nodded and swung the wooden mace he held, "With this stick."

Old Shen, Liang Laoshi: ...

"Are you hiding some kind of trump card?" Old Shen scrutinized Yang Fan, then suddenly muttered.

Yang Fan chuckled, "Old Shen, do I look like I have any trump card? I really wish I had one right now. Ever since I opened my ’Heavenly Eye,’ the world has gone mad, and I run into ghosts at every turn."

"I feel like that Whisperer was too weak. Other than using whispering to trick people, she seemed to have no other tricks. As long as you’re cautious and keep her at a distance, you can just beat her to death."