Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 725

Chapter 725: Chapter 725

Fan Sisi usually didn’t come across as particularly proper. Though she often pretended otherwise with her words, her body was always honest—she was a woman who very much enjoyed excitement.

Today, however, her behavior was especially blatant.

She transitioned from covert teasing to outright seduction.

Was she somehow provoked by Yun Miaoyi? She seemed to be competing for territory like an animal.

With Fan Sisi acting so ravenous, how could Yang Fan possibly ignore her?

Of course, he wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy her thoroughly.

Even though it was already past 4 a.m., that didn’t stop their passionate battle. The injuries on his body, though he looked a little worse for wear, wouldn’t become obstacles for him.

After quickly tending to the marks on his body, Yang Fan got straight to it with simple, brute force.

"Hey, hey, hey, at least warm up the engine first! Can’t you give me some build-up beforehand? You’re just jumping in!" Fan Sisi cried coyly.

Yang Fan smirked devilishly, "It’s the middle of summer—what’s there to warm up? Let’s get started right away. Time can’t be wasted on this beautiful scene, perfect timing."

"Oh... gentle, gentle... Big Brother, I admit I was wrong... ah..."

Yun Miaoyi, who had been watching from the sidelines, didn’t escape Yang Fan’s clutches either and was promptly pulled into the "battlefield."

Soon, the brightly lit room turned into something sensually vibrant.

Fortunately, the elders in the courtyard couldn’t hold on and had already gone to sleep. Otherwise, there’d probably be fresh gossip circulating by morning.

...

The moonlight gradually dimmed, not yet fully gone but giving way to a seat for the rising sun.

The first rays of dawn spread infinite freshness and warmth across the land.

Dew gathered on the chrysanthemums, turning golden and trembling precariously on the petals.

Under the eaves, magpies gathered in twos and threes, their crisp calls celebrating the arrival of a new day and urging the people in the room to wake early and take in a breath of the sweet morning air.

Yang Fan found what he tasted in his mouth sweet, but it wasn’t the morning air.

They had just finished and were basking in the lingering pleasure of their battle.

"Morning’s here."

Yun Miaoyi murmured and lifted her head from Yang Fan’s lap, rolling her moist, rosy tongue over her lips to clean away the lingering traces. Her gaze was glistening, and the post-blissful flush lent her such exquisite allure it seemed to spill out of her very eyes.

Yang Fan glanced out the window; the golden sunlight was already shifting from clear to dazzling.

"Anything planned for this morning?" he asked.

Yun Miaoyi thought for a while, "Not really, but if I leave your room, chances are you’ll be getting the ’son-in-law’ treatment soon. If you’re not afraid, then it’s fine by me."

Yang Fan replied casually, "What’s there to be afraid of?"

"Aren’t you afraid my grandfather will break your legs?" Fan Sisi suddenly said ominously.

Yang Fan froze.

That... actually might be a problem.

Yun Miaoyi burst out laughing, "Looks like I really should hold off for a bit; I’ll go sort out breakfast first. You two can take your time and sleep a little longer."

Yang Fan nodded and gave Yun Miaoyi’s smooth, pale buttocks a playful slap.

The sharp slap echoed as her flesh rippled like water.

Yun Miaoyi’s cheeks flushed as she softly let out a charming complaint.

She dressed herself and left Yang Fan’s room.

The night’s excessive exertions left her walking with a slight awkwardness, her legs pressed tightly together.

Yang Fan truly wasn’t afraid of receiving the "son-in-law" treatment at the Yun household, but he did harbor real dread for Mr. Fan.

Should it happen, there was no avoiding Mr. Fan’s attention, and he’d absolutely need to stay cautious.

Suddenly, Fan Sisi flipped over, pressing Yang Fan beneath her. With her heavy, ample chest smothering his face, she growled fiercely, "Little rascal, you’re that eager to be Yun Family’s son-in-law?"

"Urgh... I’m dying, I’m dying," Yang Fan cried.

"Spill the truth now, or I’ll kill you! At least you’ll die a joyous death under the petals of a peony!" Fan Sisi threatened with venom.

Yang Fan squirmed to free his breathing—a gap between her cleavage finally providing some air—and chuckled sheepishly, "What are you saying? Can’t I be subtle about it? I can’t just outright say it’s impossible, right? When the lady is so passionate, it’s only proper to show a bit of courtesy, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, you set this up in the first place, so it’s not all my fault."

Fan Sisi froze in utter disbelief.

The stone she lifted yesterday ended up smashing her own foot today.

It truly hurt.

"Lame." She muttered irritably before shifting her body upward and demanding fiercely, "Eat—shut your mouth with food. Why do you talk so much?"

Yang Fan: ...

Does he really talk too much?

After indulging in a little more lingering affection with Fan Sisi, the two finally got up.

It seemed like a lot of people had arrived in the courtyard; Yang Fan couldn’t bring himself to stay in bed.

After getting up and freshening up, when Yang Fan and Fan Sisi finally finished tidying and came downstairs, the Yun Family had already set up the banquet. The scene bustled with lively activity.

Yang Fan stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling out of place.

A banquet in the early morning... it was his first time experiencing this.

Back in Xin’an, even for funerals, mornings were kept simple to avoid disrupting the workday—midday and evenings were reserved for grand feasts.

"Young Master Yang, Miss Fan, come on, hurry over and sit down."

Yun Miaoyi’s father walked over and seated Yang Fan and Fan Sisi at the head of the table.

Today, they were the most honored guests and sat at the best position.

Wang Daqiang was already seated there.

"Fanzi, I heard there was some trouble yesterday between you and Mr. Fan?" Wang Daqiang leaned in and asked quietly, "Everything’s alright, right? If anything happens, call for me. I’m your employee, but it feels like I’ve just been tagging along for leisure."

Yang Fan waved his hand with a chuckling smile, "It’s nothing serious; you wouldn’t have been able to help even if you were there."

"Whether or not I could help, I should’ve been there." Wang Daqiang lamented. "The night before, I was so exhausted that yesterday I passed out completely—slept like a rock and didn’t even notice what was going on outside."

"I need to stay alert next time. Damn it, the boss struggles outside while I, as an employee, sleep soundly. How does that make sense? You might not mind, but I can’t allow myself to be at ease about it."

"Cut it out—why do you think so much?" Yang Fan replied with helpless amusement. "Your job is coming later; what’s the hurry? For what I’m dealing with now, there’s honestly no space for you to help out. If you came along, I’d end up needing to look after you, which would be even more troublesome."

"Fanzi, I heard it’s pretty complicated?" Wang Daqiang whispered.

"Yeah, it’s a bit tricky," Yang Fan admitted.

Wang Daqiang sighed softly, "I thought as much; for Mr. Fan to resort to other measures, this definitely isn’t simple. This place looks so picturesque, like the feng shui is excellent—why so many oddities?"

"Maybe it’s exactly because the feng shui is too good," Yang Fan replied with a chuckle. "When the feng shui is great, it isn’t always a blessing—people like places with good feng shui, and so do other things."