Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 709

Chapter 709: Chapter 709

Fan Sisi never expected things to turn out like this.

She was genuinely just trying to change the subject while also testing the waters about the relationship between Yang Fan and Yun Miaoyi.

Well, now look at this—those two, who originally had nothing going on, ended up having a "relationship" thanks to her probing.

Where does one even start with this mess?

She basically served herself a huge helping of poetic justice and shoved it down her throat.

But now that things had come to this, what else could she do?

Fan Sisi wanted so badly to think of a brilliant way out, but after racking her brains and exhausting every possibility, she came up with nothing. She had no choice—she might just have to swallow the bitter pill and act like Bu Lianshi this time...

"Miss Fan, about this... how do I explain this to Mr. Yang?" Yun Miaoyi looked a little shy, a little hesitant.

"Huh? This..." Fan Sisi instantly froze, her mind short-circuiting.

This damn woman—she actually wanted *her* to come up with a strategy for her?

Are you freaking kidding me?!

If it weren’t for the persona she’d set up for herself, Fan Sisi would’ve pounced on Yun Miaoyi right then and there, gripping her pale neck and giving her some forceful CPR to snap her out of it.

"I think, um, if you’re too embarrassed or feel like you don’t know how to seduce someone, you could try being a bit more direct," Fan Sisi said politely, while internally mocking her furiously.

With a face that practically screams seductive and movements so flauntingly alluring, you want to claim you don’t know how to seduce someone?

Who are you trying to fool?!

"What do you mean by ’a bit more direct’?" Yun Miaoyi asked, genuinely puzzled.

If it were just her and Yang Fan alone, she’d have made her move long ago; embarrassment wasn’t even a factor.

She’s literally a professional when it comes to teaching others how to flirt—how could she not know how to do it herself?

But having Fan Sisi around made it a totally different story.

Even if she knew how and had the guts to do it, she *couldn’t*!

She *had* to play dumb!

Fan Sisi bit her lip repeatedly, hesitating before finally saying, "Fanzi is the type of guy who might turn you down if you try subtle methods. But if you go right up to him, take off your pants, and declare, ’You have to do me right now, or I’ll die of shame,’ he’ll probably give in and just do it. No questions asked."

"Th-this direct?!" Yun Miaoyi was stunned.

Fan Sisi nodded. "Absolutely. When it comes to this kind of thing, what could possibly be more direct than a woman just taking off her pants?"

"Think about it: you’re gorgeous. What excuse does he have to refuse you? There’s no way. The reason figures like Liu Xiahui are so widely praised and remembered is precisely because men like that are so incredibly rare."

"The fact that his name has been passed down for thousands of years shows just how scarce people like him are."

Yun Miaoyi gave an embarrassed yet amused smile. "Then... I’ll give it a try later?"

"Go for it. Trust me—you won’t go wrong," Fan Sisi said, taking a deep breath to hold back her rising urge to strangle someone.

You caused this mess yourself, now you deal with it. What else could she do?

Yang Fan was practicing diligently at the moment, his entire focus immersed in his cultivation. He hadn’t heard a single word of the women’s conversation. If he had caught even a snippet, his Inner Qi might’ve gone haywire, and he might’ve ended up having a major mishap on the spot.

After cycling the Earth Qi and Spiritual Energy through nine full Circulations, Yang Fan finally felt utterly spent and began concluding his practice slowly.

This time, the growth in his Inner Qi had visibly slowed down.

On average, he was now gaining only about two or three percent per session.

It seemed that his Inner Qi was like someone who’d never tasted fine cuisine—when it first encountered Spiritual Energy, it had a wild spike in growth, and he thought his cultivation speed under this state would always be that high.

Turns out, that was just a momentary surge. The effects had gradually dwindled over time.

This left Yang Fan feeling a tad disappointed.

It looked like his dream of becoming an Invincible Master had gotten a bit farther away again.

Still, overall, it wasn’t bad—those nine Circulations had earned him an Inner Qi growth of nearly two inches, which was comparable to what he’d get from slaying one or two Mysterious beings. So, it wasn’t a small gain by any means.

After wrapping things up, Yang Fan opened his eyes.

"Fanzi, Boss Yun has something to talk to you about," Fan Sisi said as soon as she noticed him waking up. Her expression looked somewhat begrudging as she walked over, her tone firm but forced to sound mildly accommodating.

Yang Fan’s face looked a bit confused as he stared at Fan Sisi.

What’s going on with her?

Why did she look like she had just been beaten up, like she’d suffered some great grievance?

After saying that, Fan Sisi took a deep breath and forced a bright smile onto her face. Glancing over at Yun Miaoyi, she gave her a little wink.

Yang Fan: ???

He looked blankly at the two women, utterly unable to understand what was happening.

Their expressions were so bizarrely layered that Yang Fan couldn’t glean any clues from their faces.

Yun Miaoyi, her gaze brimming with emotion, had watery eyes and cheeks flushed a deep pink.

She stepped in front of Yang Fan, placed both hands on her hips, and turned around.

Szzrip.

The sound of a zipper being undone echoed, and in one swift motion, Yun Miaoyi yanked down her jeans.

Her movements were so quick that the moment Yang Fan heard the zipper, his line of sight was immediately filled with an expanse of bright white.

"What the hell, Boss Yun, what are you doing?!" Yang Fan exclaimed in shock.

What the actual hell?!

Fan Sisi’s right here, and she just went straight for it?

Was she trying to get him killed?!

Fan Sisi tilted her chin up slightly, speaking in a half-dead tone, "Boss Yun wants to develop a little... emotional connection with you. To put it simply, Boss Yun wants you to, you know, have your way with her."

"Uh—what? No, seriously, what are you two even doing?" Yang Fan shouted, completely dumbfounded.

He was utterly lost.

What the hell kind of conversation had these two had while he was off cultivating?

Why did the whole vibe suddenly just shift into something so bizarre?

"What do you mean, ’what’? Just do it. Boss Yun already took off her pants—do you really expect her to put them back on now?" Fan Sisi said. "Fanzi, for a woman to take off her pants, it takes a lot of courage and certain conditions. But if nothing happens after that, and you make her put them back on, the humiliation is even worse."

"Hold on, wait, hold on! I’m asking what the hell this is all about!" Yang Fan yelled.

Fan Sisi shrugged. "Nothing complicated. Boss Yun just wants you to give her... a poke. That’s all. You can treat it like she’s suddenly fallen for you and is too embarrassed to say so herself, so I’m gonna say it on her behalf."

"You... what’s gotten into you?" Yang Fan asked, shocked, sneaking a glare at Fan Sisi.

Fan Sisi pouted. "It’s exactly what it looks like—stop asking so many questions and just go for it."

"Wait—you’re just gonna watch?!" Yang Fan asked.

Hunching her shoulders slightly, Fan Sisi muttered, "If you want me to... you know, join in... I’m not saying no. Totally up to you."

"Hold up, my brain needs a moment to catch up," Yang Fan said, clutching his forehead.

He truly couldn’t wrap his head around it.