Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 532

"After all, watching such a large sum of money slip through your fingers is painful. Giving him back part of it is enough. After all, these items were things he was willing to kneel and offer to you, so we actually wouldn’t be wrong even if we didn’t return anything."

"If he’s still not satisfied after getting part of it back, then that’s his fault."

Yang Fan nodded, "Sixty thousand, just like that, given back—how can it not hurt! I’ll also act according to the situation at that time, and if Wang Daqiang shows even a hint of suspicion towards me, then he can forget about getting anything."

The reason why he was inclined to return it was actually very simple—he only had one concern.

He didn’t trust human nature!

Yang Fan worried that Wang Daqiang’s regret might turn into resentment and lead to him doing something harmful to his family.

Beyond that, as the receiver of the gift, what did he have to complain about?

Even if he returned not a single thing, the one who would be in the wrong was Wang Daqiang. If he had researched the prices beforehand, this trouble would not have arisen.

"Initially, it was something praiseworthy, you had compassion, and Wang Daqiang was grateful. But now, I’m afraid this good deed is going to turn into a messy dispute," Ye Tong said with a shake of her head and a smile.

Yang Fan’s right hand very naturally landed on Sister Ye’s smooth thigh, "No choice, it’s too much money."

"With this one and the two from Sister Ye, that’s nearly five hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand, how long would it take me to earn that amount? Faced with such a large number, none of us common folks could remain calm when dealing with it."

Ye Tong looked down and saw, "What is your hand doing?"

"Just touching, touching," Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Is it smooth?" Ye Tong asked with a smile at the corner of her mouth and a raised eyebrow.

Yang Fan nodded vigorously, "Very silky smooth."

Ye Tong glanced at Yang Fan with a huff, then suddenly brought her legs together and turned to face him, "Come on, touch."

"Sister-in-law, you’re so generous today," Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise, his right hand very naturally sliding along the edge of Ye Tong’s shorts.

"Hey hey hey, I said touch my leg, where are you putting your hand?" Ye Tong exclaimed.

Yang Fan feigned ignorance, "Didn’t Sister Ye just say I could touch anywhere?"

"Did I say anywhere?" Ye Tong asked, widening her eyes.

"Could I have misheard? I clearly heard ’anywhere,’" Yang Fan feigned confusion and murmured.

Ye Tong quickly glanced at the street scene and slapped Yang Fan’s arm, "Take your hand out now, and we’ll talk later, people on the street will see."

"Sister Ye, are you saying that later on, I can touch anywhere? I need to make sure this time," Yang Fan asked.

With an indulgent look in her eyes, Ye Tong gave Yang Fan another look and leaned in close to his ear, whispering, "Yes, what I said earlier, you can touch anywhere later, is that clear now?"

Only then did Yang Fan let go of his hand, satisfied, and started chuckling like a fool.

"Look at you, you’re not a novice with women, and yet you act as if this is your first time," Ye Tong teased with a smile.

Yang Fan earnestly replied, "But I’ve never been with Sister Ye, of course I’d be excited, wouldn’t I?"

"Wait a second, what I just said was ’touch,’ not that you could do as you please... with that," Ye Tong quickly emphasized, "I’m counting the days for you, it won’t be much longer now."

"I’m sorry about this, sister-in-law," she said. "When the time comes, you won’t need to remind me. I’ll clean up and slip into your bed, and you can come from the front if you want, or from the back if you prefer, okay?"

Yang Fan had just made a playful remark, never expecting it to explode into a full-blown promise from his sister-in-law.

While secretly thrilled, he still put on a look of wistful regret and said, "So it’s still not time, huh? I thought we’d passed the day we agreed on, and I got all happy for nothing."

Ye Tong took a quick glance at the street and shrank back into the sofa, "You... go on then."

"Sister-in-law, I can touch now?" Yang Fan asked uncertainly.

Ye Tong laughed annoyed, "Go ahead, you seem like you can’t wait anyway. But just a touch should do, okay? There are a lot of customers today, someone might walk in any minute."

Yang Fan nodded, ecstatic.

However, his excitement only lasted a few seconds, and his hand had lingered inside her shorts for less than two minutes when Bai Mengzhu arrived.

The food delivery messenger was here!

"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" Bai Mengzhu said to Yang Fan, obviously speechless.

Yang Fan, clueless, looked over and silently wiped off the moisture on his hand with his trousers, asking puzzled, "What’s wrong with me?"

She said irritably, "What’s wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you to give me a heads up before you come to the restaurant, so I can prepare the meals? But you never remember. No food for you today, go eat out."

"I thought it was something serious. Fine, fine, I’ll eat out," Yang Fan replied.

Bai Mengzhu’s abrupt greeting had him thinking something big had happened.

It was just a small matter.

He often forgot indeed, caught up in running around all day, who could remember to give notice every single time?

But ever since he got a bit closer with Bai Mengzhu, she seemed to have become less and less polite.

"How about we share a bit? We can split two servings into three," suggested Ye Tong.

"Sister Ye, just let him eat out. We both have small appetites, and I didn’t prepare much anyway. Split it up, and none of us will be full, and given his appetite, it’s probably just a token gesture." Bai Mengzhu responded.

"I’ll eat out," Yang Fan said.

It seemed almost a conundrum to have a meal, which made Yang Fan chuckle.

He let sister-in-law and Bai Mengzhu dine at the shop while he went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a simple dish of rice with toppings.

The small town had simple customs and low prices, and regardless of taste, the portions at any restaurant were always substantial.

After eating, Yang Fan pat his round, filled belly and returned to Bai Cao Pavilion, where Bai Mengzhu still hadn’t left, sitting on the sofa chatting with Ye Tong about a piece of clothing.

That was probably one of the most mainstream topics among women: cosmetics and clothes were definitely the main focus.

Yang Fan brewed himself a cup of tea and, while sipping it, listened as the two women discussed the piece of clothing from design, color, all the way to material, matching, and comfort level, analyzing it thoroughly.

If this task were given to men, just talking about one piece of clothing might cause endless headaches.

Does buying clothes need to be so complicated?

Anyway, Yang Fan had only two standards when shopping for clothes: comfortable to wear and affordably priced, and that was all.