Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Chapter 611

Yang Fan was utterly confused by Huo Xiaorou.

When had he ever shown such strong intentions toward her body?

Yang Fan carefully recalled the two incidents involving Huo Xiaorou, and though there seemed to be a bit of implication, he had merely made a few casual jokes and had not had such strong thoughts about her body.

This girl... seemed to be overthinking things a bit.

Ignoring the nearby Wang Daqiang, who was coughing loudly and in tears, Yang Fan seriously said to Huo Xiaorou, "I think you must have misunderstood, I really didn’t have that many thoughts, and you don’t need to be nervous about it."

He was so baffled that he didn’t know what else to say.

Directly saying it might hurt the girl’s self-esteem, but if he wasn’t clear about it, Huo Xiaorou might misunderstand that Yang Fan was interested in her; it was quite a mess.

After much thought, it seemed like being straightforward was the better option, and it would save any further trouble.

"Changed your mind?" Huo Xiaorou asked, looking sideways at Yang Fan. "Actually, it’s okay, I’m a bit curious about you now, and going out on a date or something is still doable. Take your time to think about it."

Yang Fan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at her quick change of attitude.

"It’s not about changing my mind, I don’t think I’ve ever had those thoughts..." Yang said.

Flooded with Huo Xiaorou’s words, Yang Fan even started to doubt what he had previously said and his attitude.

He always felt something was a bit off.

"Yeah, it’s just me always belittling my figure, right? What I lack and what’s not right, correct?" Huo Xiaorou suddenly said through gritted teeth.

Yang Fan had indeed said that before.

"You surely didn’t bring up what you just did because of this, did you?" Yang Fan asked suspectingly.

Huo Xiaorou, with a hint of mystery in her smile, said, "You guess."

"I guess... I guess my ass, how could I possibly figure out a woman’s mind?" Yang Fan said, shaking his head.

He now had very good reason to suspect that this woman was just fishing.

She intentionally threw what seemed like a very casual hook.

"No worries, take your time guessing," Huo Xiaorou said with a giggling smile, "the conditions I’m offering are almost a giveaway, aren’t you going to consider it at all?"

"I might consider it," Yang Fan said, having a sudden change of thought, "but I don’t like too many processes. I prefer to get it done in one go; if you agree, I’ll give it a try."

"No way!" Huo Xiaorou said decisively, "Although you have helped me a lot, I can’t just casually compromise myself because of that."

"Actually, what I’m asking isn’t difficult at all, right? Just a simple date, have a meal, see a movie, and let’s get to know each other a bit more. It’s not a big deal, how can you not even have that much patience?"

"To win a woman’s heart, this should be considered the simplest effort, right?"

Yang Fan chuckled softly, "I don’t think it’s simple."

He now had reason to believe that this woman was setting a trap for him.

A woman clear about her grievances, if apologies had been made and payments had been settled, then discussing something important to her was only reasonable. When Yang Fan and she were at each other’s throats earlier, his comments were indeed unpleasant; no woman would take comments about her figure lightly, and Huo Xiaorou was certainly no exception.

But what would she do about it?

Suddenly, Yang Fan seemed to channel Sherlock Holmes, beginning to unravel the situation methodically.

Just then, the door of the private room was violently pushed open, and three men clad in black jackets with white tank tops underneath walked in, hands casually in their pockets.

"Eating, are you?" the leader, a young man with a large vitiligo on his face, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking around at Yang Fan and his group with a smirk.

"What do you do?" Yang Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Hungry, no money for food, just wandering around, seeing if you could lend us some money for a meal," the vitiligo-faced young man said with a smile.

Huo Xiaorou acted decisively—she pulled two red banknotes from her bag and threw them in front of the vitiligo-faced young man. "Take it and get out!"

The vitiligo-faced young man picked up the money, holding it between two fingers in front of him, "Such a bright color, pretty; I like this color. May I ask how much your meal costs?"

"What does our meal cost have to do with you? Take the money and leave," Huo Xiaorou snapped back.

Yang Fan didn’t say much, just silently unbuckled his belt.

Luckily he was wearing shorts that required a belt today; the weapon was handy.

"Of course, it matters!" the vitiligo-faced young man exclaimed with an exaggerated expression, "If you’re spending several thousand yuan on a meal and only give me two red notes, I’d feel upset. I’d think you’re looking down on me."

"All this seafood, meat, and wine, must be worth at least several hundred, right? And red wine is expensive, they say. So, you are looking down on me, aren’t you?"

Huo Xiaorou scoffed, "You guys begging for food and still complaining that I gave too little?"

"That’s not right, I need to correct you there; we’re not beggars, we rob, robbery ’rob!’" the vitiligo-faced young man chuckled, "But, it all depends on your attitude. If you cooperate, we’d avoid having to get rough. Wouldn’t want anyone getting hurt, right? Going to the hospital these days is such a hassle."

"We dare to rob, but that hospital is way greedier than us. No need to lose money twice, right?"

"However, if you continue to be ignorant, then we can only be very sorry."

Yang Fan scoffed, "From what you’re saying, if we give you the money voluntarily, are you helping us then?"

"Of course, that’s helping!" the vitiligo young man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist, placing it on the table, "If you’re proactive, it’s better for everyone. You’re safe, I’m happy, everyone’s happy."

"But if you refuse to see sense, you might lose not just your money but perhaps your lives too. Even just a stab, and the medical bill would be tens of thousands, not worth it."

"Do you think my words make sense? If you understand, applause!"

Slap!

Yang Fan nodded with a smile, his belt suddenly lashing out.

The belt crisply struck the vitiligo-faced young man’s face, the sound far louder than any applause.

Yang Fan sprang into action like a tiger descending the mountain. With a whip of his belt followed by a swift lunge, he pummeled the attacker with a series of strikes, and even before the vitiligo young man could reach for his knife, Yang snatched the dagger and stabbed it into the young man’s thigh.

"Ah... fuck!"