Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 636

Chapter 636: Chapter 636

In the bathroom, warm water splashed down, sprinkling crystal droplets on the gracefully undulating fair body.

Moans echoed back and forth, and due to the acoustics of the bathroom, they turned into surround sound.

This constant stimulation intensified Yang Fan’s adrenaline, making him fight more bravely and become increasingly excited.

Progressing to this point was something Yang Fan had never anticipated.

But upon reflection afterward, some things immediately became clear.

The very thing he had always been wary of had, in fact, always been Zhou Wenhui’s secret desires.

Their identities and familial seniority made Yang Fan very restrained; he didn’t even dare to entertain excessive fantasies.

But it was clear that Zhou Wenhui had harbored such thoughts for quite some time.

Initially, she wore a disguise to help Yang Fan deal with his sister-in-law, leading him to view many things in a normal light. But looking back on it now, everything had become clear.

Tonight, while taking care of business, Yang Fan took the opportunity to clearly discuss the matter with Zhou Wenhui, breaking it down thoroughly. At first, Zhou Wenhui denied it, but as the conversation went on, she admitted to everything.

However, she denied having felt attracted to Yang Fan from the beginning, acknowledging that it was only after some contact that she decided to abandon social constraints, stop considering the issue, and choose to accept the present.

Yang Fan didn’t probe any further. Zhou Wenhui cared about her face, so however she put it, he’d just go along with it.

But Yang Fan felt his judgment was likely correct.

She probably had contemplated this very outcome when she had been helping him with his sister-in-law.

What truly surprised Yang Fan was that after returning to the room, both the sister-in-law and Wei Juan behaved very calmly, as if they hadn’t noticed anything at all.

However, the bathroom was just around the corner of the courtyard, and the two of them were staying in a room only ten or so steps away from it. How could they possibly not hear from such a short distance?

They definitely heard everything loud and clear.

But seeing that the sister-in-law and Wei Juan acted like nothing had happened and said nothing out of the ordinary, Yang Fan also pretended as if nothing had occurred, calmly going about his business without letting the issue cause any additional complications.

After a brief conversation, everyone naturally went to sleep.

No one suggested that someone should sleep on the sofa, and Yang Fan didn’t make any arrangements either; then, they naturally shared the same quilt for the night.

"Let’s sleep, behave yourselves."

Zhou Wenhui said this meaningfully, and then she turned off the light.

When darkness enveloped the room, the rustling sounds started right away.

"Fanzi, what are you doing?"

This was Wei Juan’s voice.

Immediately after, the sister-in-law’s voice also gently sounded, "Fanzi, stop fidgeting."

Before long, Zhou Wenhui’s voice also rang out, "Fanzi, you, you, what are you doing!"

Yang Fan, lying quietly at the edge, suddenly felt his head buzzing.

What had he done?

He hadn’t moved an inch.

"Stop pretending!" Yang Fan shouted with a dark face, "Your acting is so terrible. If you keep this up, I’m really going to start!"

"Fanzi, what pretending? What are you talking about? Stop moving around," Zhou Wenhui shouted.

"Still accusing me, huh? Come on then, accept your punishment," Yang Fan suddenly jumped up from the bed.

They had really turned the tables on him, playing such games with him.

This was the robber playing the victim!

Yang Fan dived into the quilt headfirst.

Then...

He couldn’t get out.

...

It was only when the morning sun streamed into the room that Yang Fan’s biological clock seemed to start working again, and he opened his eyes.

The large bed was empty except for him.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, warmly spilling on his face through the gaps in the curtains.

Yang Fan checked his phone and saw that it was already after ten o’clock. No wonder there was no one around.

He had slept especially soundly, sweeping away the exhaustion from the previous days.

Even though he had been up late the night before, his back wasn’t sore, his legs didn’t hurt, and it actually had a great sleep-inducing effect.

The only disappointment was that sister-in-law still held her ground and hadn’t let Yang Fan succeed last night.

Even with Little Mother and Wei Juan eagerly assisting Yang Fan, they still couldn’t shake the line sister-in-law had drawn for herself in her heart, and Yang Fan did not manage to conquer this fortress.

In the end, with sister-in-law’s comment, "I’ve held on for so long, don’t rush these few days," the conversation came to a close.

However, what delighted Yang Fan was that Wei Juan had recovered.

The regret of not taking down the fortress of sister-in-law was compensated by Wei Juan.

Yang Fan sat up from the bed and stretched languidly.

In this moment, the beauty of ordinary days materialized.

In the yard, Wei Juan and Little Mother were making preparations for today’s lunch.

"The sun’s high enough to shine on your bottom, and you finally felt like getting up," Zhou Wenhui teased.

Yang Fan smiled and sat down on the rattan chair nearby, "I slept too comfortably. When I woke up, I thought it was still early, but when I looked at the time, it was already past ten o’clock."

"With how we catered to you, I think you should have been comfortable. This must have been how emperors were treated in ancient times, right? If you still feel uncomfortable, then your ambitions are a bit excessive," Zhou Wenhui joked.

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly, "Indeed."

"Do you want to eat something first?" Wei Juan asked softly.

Her eyes sparkled with tender affection, like the ripples of a spring pond gently stirred by the breeze.

After truly becoming one with Yang Fan, her gaze suddenly carried much more.

Now she was like a middle-aged woman truly nourished by love, beautiful as peach blossoms, charming as spring rain.

"No need to eat, just some tea will do," Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan smiled gently and stood up, "I’ll prepare it for you."

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Juan, you really do seem like a good wife and loving mother now, so compliant, huh?" Zhou Wenhui teased.

Wei Juan instantly blushed, "Little Mother, I...I’m just making some tea for Fanzi, what does that have to do with being a good wife and loving mother? Don’t always make fun of me."

"I’m not making fun of you. Look, the tenderness is almost spilling out of your eyes," Zhou Wenhui laughed, "I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just saying you look really pretty now. Even I, a woman, can’t help but feel a little tempted."

"Come here, let me give you a kiss and taste how sweet you are."

"Little Mother, what are you saying!" Wei Juan ran off in a panic.

But there was a quietly peculiar expression on Yang Fan’s face.

Little Mother...

The title Wei Juan used seemed a bit strange, and Zhou Wenhui herself also used it.

Could it be that they already discussed this matter privately?