Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 752

Chapter 752: Chapter 752

Yang Fan clicked on the voice message the woman had sent eleven minutes ago to someone else. The recording played their conversation, and the content was crystal clear.

Yang Fan chuckled, "How did you manage it? Truly discreet, I didn’t notice a thing."

He hadn’t paid any attention to when the woman sent her message to someone else.

Careless indeed.

No wonder these people suddenly barged in—it was because the woman sent a distress signal.

"What do you plan to do now? Want me to give you another chance to call for help?" Yang Fan leaned down and looked at the woman, a faint smirk on his face as he asked indifferently.

Having just received a slap from Yang Fan, her right cheek was visibly swollen.

A beauty turned a little ugly.

Looking pitifully at Yang Fan, she shook her head repeatedly and said, "Big bro, I was wrong, I’ll pay, I’ll pay!"

"That’s what you should do. Lying is bad, isn’t it? But I sense you’re still not completely convinced. No worries, you don’t have to be so tense. I’m willing to give you another chance." Yang Fan said with a faint smile.

"Big bro, I’m convinced, entirely convinced." The woman wailed, "Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you."

"Really? Don’t regret it now!" Yang Fan said.

"Really, really, big bro, I’ll transfer money to you." The woman said repeatedly.

"I want cash!"

Although Yang Fan planned to retrieve the money Wang Daqiang got scammed out of—technically not crossing into extortion territory—and these people definitely wouldn’t dare call the cops, he decided he’d better play it safe.

Better safe than sorry.

"Big bro, I’ll go withdraw it then." The woman offered immediately.

"Give the card to the tattooed guy with the broken arm. Let him go instead; you shouldn’t be in a rush." Yang Fan instructed.

"...Got it."

The woman dared not disobey and obediently handed her card to the tattooed man with the broken arm, who then left to withdraw the cash.

After he departed, Yang Fan took out the embroidered shoes.

"Let’s hope this time it’s ’I love you,’ or else making a show here in front of these bastards will hurt his grand image." Yang Fan muttered internally, then communicated with the embroidered shoes through his mind, "Find these people’s boss, beat him half-dead, and bring him here."

The embroidered shoes remained silent for a good while, seemingly troubled by the complexity of Yang Fan’s request.

After a moment, a voice echoed in Yang Fan’s mind.

——Headstand while washing your hair.

"Doesn’t seem like there’s any condition here for hair washing." Yang Fan muttered in frustration.

Tough luck, clearly.

Helpless, Yang Fan said to the woman, "Mind helping me fetch a basin of water? I’d like to wash my hair."

"Wash your hair?" The woman was taken aback. "Big bro, I can wipe it with a wet tissue for you, or I could use my mouth to help wash it. The conditions here really aren’t suitable for proper washing."

With her mouth...

Yang Fan stared at her speechlessly. "Where’s your mind wandering off to? I mean my hair—not anything else. If there’s no basin, find a kettle or something."

"Ah? That... okay, I’ll look." The woman quickly replied.

She seemed utterly baffled as to why anyone would want to wash their hair in a situation like this.

This whole hair-washing situation felt entirely irrelevant to what they were doing, fundamentally disconnected.

But she didn’t dare ask more and obediently went hunting for the supplies.

Moments later, she came back holding a small kettle. "Big bro, this is the only thing I found—does it work?"

Yang Fan had no clue if it would work—it depended on the embroidered shoes.

"Let’s give it a shot. Come here, pour the water on my head—but do it slowly." Yang Fan said, exasperated.

Even his thick skin couldn’t hide the embarrassment now. He was tempted to find a hole to bury himself in.

One moment they were at each other’s throats, the next he was washing his hair—headstand washing, no less. These people must think he had lost his mind. But Yang Fan had no other options and had to push through awkwardly.

That tattooed guy who’d left earlier would definitely bring reinforcements. Yang Fan needed to act first to shatter this group’s morale entirely; only then would they cooperate obediently.

The woman watched as Yang Fan leaned against the wall in a headstand. Confused, she grabbed the kettle and poured water slowly over Yang Fan’s head.

She was utterly bewildered, having no idea what Yang Fan was up to.

He genuinely seemed like a lunatic.

The embroidered shoes slowly ambled up to Yang Fan, paused before him, then casually strolled out of the room. Seeing this, Yang Fan immediately ended his headstand, wiping the water off his hair.

"See? If you’d had this attitude earlier, none of that would have happened." Yang Fan remarked, "So, how many people do you think will burst in later? A gang, maybe, armed with machetes or switchblades, coming to surround me?"

"Big bro, definitely not." The woman asserted, "I wouldn’t dare play any tricks now."

"Don’t be so certain. Even if you don’t, that tattooed guy probably will." Yang Fan said nonchalantly. "Thinking about it, I’m feeling a little nervous... maybe even scared."

The corner of the woman’s mouth twitched slightly.

She saw no trace of fear anywhere.

This lunatic was unusually ruthless...

"Big bro, since there’s still a little time, how about I serve you for a bit?" The woman changed the topic, forcing a smile with deliberate sweetness to her tone.

"You really love serving others, huh? Stop fussing and just wait quietly." Yang Fan said.

"Alright... okay." The woman answered nervously.

After hesitating a moment, she adjusted her collar, pulling it open wider.

She’d kept it slightly revealing all along—a state that Yang Fan originally forced upon her—and hadn’t dared to fix it without his permission.

But earlier, when fetching water, she’d tucked it back. Before reentering the room, she discreetly pulled it open again.

She had many repeat clients; nearly every customer praised her figure profusely.

Yang Fan was the first man in her career who wasn’t interested in her, but rather her pectoral muscles.

Yang Fan glanced at her. "Pull the other one out too. I don’t need you to do anything, but looking doesn’t hurt."

"...Okay." The woman lowered her head and complied submissively.

Yang Fan took a serious moment to admire.

Indeed, the woman had quite a remarkable figure.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed messily in the hallway, followed by a group of people storming into the room.

Yang Fan smirked faintly and said to the woman, "See? My guess wasn’t half bad, right?"

The crowd parted, revealing a young man in a blue shirt and glasses swaggering into the room with an air of arrogance.

"May I ask which boss graced us with their presence to trash Boss Xu’s turf? How about we have a proper chat?"

"Chat your mom." Yang Fan replied indifferently.

The young man’s face instantly darkened. "Brother, I’m here to negotiate with you. Show some respect—let’s talk like adults."