Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 755

Chapter 755: Chapter 755

After leaving the hotel, Yang Fan made a call to Xiang Xue Ting.

Although this wasn’t her jurisdiction, as a colleague from a sister unit, Xiang Xue Ting might know someone useful.

It’d be better to ask her to help find someone from Sanping to handle this matter rather than reporting directly to the police.

That Boss Xu, being able to expand his business so boldly and openly, must have smoothed things out with the right people long ago. If Yang Fan reported this himself, he’d likely not be able to hurt even a hair on the man’s head.

"Oh my, who is this, huh? When lonely, it’s all ’baby this’ and ’baby hurry up.’ Then you disappear for days without a single message. Honestly, I’m starting to suspect that I’m just a temporary tool for certain people. Hungry? Need me? Feeling lonely? Bam! Once you don’t need me, I’m supposed to go chill somewhere else." Xiang Xue Ting’s playful voice came through the phone.

Yang Fan: ...

"Where do you come up with all these fancy phrases? Don’t gross me out. When did I ever ’baby this’ and ’baby that’?"

"Oh right, you didn’t even bother with ’baby.’ You’re such a damn trashy guy," Xiang Xue Ting shot back viciously.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle silently. "Alright, stop it, little baby."

"Hah, not interested anymore," Xiang Xue Ting responded haughtily.

"Wow, really throwing a tantrum today, huh? Think about it carefully—when did I not send you messages? The last one was sent two days ago, wasn’t it? Are you suffering from memory loss? Or maybe the fish pond is too crowded, and now you can’t even tell which fish is which?" Yang Fan teased.

He’d learned his lesson about keeping everyone happy. In the evenings, unless he had urgent business, his primary task was chatting with the women.

Sometimes, he even juggled conversations with multiple people at once.

"But you didn’t message me last night," Xiang Xue Ting said with a cold snort.

Yang Fan: ...

"Come on, darling—you know I have other things to do. It’s impossible for me to chat with you every single day."

"How many are you dealing with now, hmm? Judging by your tone, it sounds like your ’sister squad’ has grown, hasn’t it? Send me a few pictures later so I can take a look. Then, maybe I’ll forgive you. Just remember: no clothes, striking seductive poses. I’m not interested in normal pictures." Xiang Xue Ting declared.

"What the—what kind of preferences do you have? I was busy fighting for my life last night, okay?" Yang Fan said.

She actually wanted photos of other women—and naked ones at that.

What kind of hidden quirks did this woman have?

"I know, fighting hard, right? Whatever, though. If you don’t send me those pictures, don’t expect to fight hard with me again in the future—you won’t have the chance. What you just said actually gave me a fresh perspective. Instead of pinning all hopes on one fickle tree, wouldn’t keeping a whole fish pond be better?" Xiang Xue Ting said slyly.

"Don’t you watch the news at all?" Yang Fan sighed. "Li Mountain is practically leveled now. Your ’husband’ almost lost his life up there. Fighting hard? Trust me, I’d love to give your method of fighting a try instead."

"What—wait, wasn’t that about testing new weapons? Oh, I get it. Some monster again, huh?" Xiang Xue Ting exclaimed.

"Yeah, a really nasty one," Yang Fan confirmed. "Let’s focus, okay? I actually have serious business here. Do you know anyone from Sanping? I ran into a chicken farm fraudster who keeps thugs and might be involved in human trafficking."

"Hold up—a chicken farm... Oh! Can you just talk straight? For a second there, I thought Sanping suddenly developed an airport. Of course I know someone, but give me more details about the matter," Xiang Xue Ting said, laughing.

Yang Fan recounted Wang Daqiang’s recent experience to her.

After listening, Xiang Xue Ting focused not on Boss Xu but instead on finding women. Her tone slowed down, and she spoke with a strange cadence: "My dear husband, are you sure this Old Wang you mentioned isn’t just yourself?"

"Is it that our ’sister squad’ lacks skills, or do you prefer munching on some roadside ’wild greens’ that’ve probably been stomped on by countless feet? Does it taste good?"

Yang Fan: ...

"Darling, Old Wang is actually my only employee right now. If you don’t believe me, I’ll have him tell you himself later. I’m not so desperate for food that I’d go looking for random women. There’s really no need for that. Can’t you think a bit higher of me?"

"Nope!" Xiang Xue Ting laughed.

Yang Fan: ...

"Well, I guess I’m out of things to say. There’s no trust left between people nowadays. Say whatever you want—just get this handled quickly. That scumbag seems to be gearing up to target me again."

He felt like Xiang Xue Ting was driving him into a corner.

No matter what he said, she refused to believe him, insisting that he must’ve found some woman in the alley and got scammed.

Is there no justice in this world?

He currently had two stunning queens by his side—did he really need to stoop to such lengths?

Xiang Xue Ting broke into laughter. "Alright, alright, you seem quite worked up. I believe you, okay? Send me the info you have, and I’ll find some people for you to settle the score. Actually, no—let’s call it removing this rotten tumor."

"You should’ve trusted me from the start," Yang Fan grumbled.

"Yes, I believe you—if you manage to come back tomorrow, and then we find a room to have some intimate ’discussions,’ I’d absolutely, completely trust you," Xiang Xue Ting teased with a sultry tone that was impossible to resist.

"I’d love to, but it’s not feasible for now. Don’t forget that I need to lay low for a while," Yang Fan replied.

"Oh, right... What a ridiculously terrible situation." Xiang Xue Ting muttered gloomily. "Fine, then—we’ll find some time later for a video call. If we can’t have a valiant, real-life showdown—a thrilling clash of steel against furnace—then at least let our bodies and souls experience a timeless yearning across the internet."

Yang Fan: !!!

He was so shocked his pupils nearly shattered and fell to the floor.

"Darling, seriously—what have you been reading lately? Why does your language sound so..." Yang Fan hesitated, searching for the right term. It was elegant but suggested something cheeky, almost bordering on serious flirtation.

"Doesn’t it stir you? Hehe." Xiang Xue Ting asked with excitement. "I’ve been bored after work, just reading books and getting a bit poisoned by Western culture. And then this slacker suddenly discovered a whole new world. Turns out, Westerners’ descriptions of certain things are so straightforward yet sound artistic at the same time."

"And now you’re applying what you’ve learned?" Yang Fan asked.

"Of course! Whatever I learn has to be put into practice. But I haven’t mastered the essence of it yet—give me some time to study more," Xiang Xue Ting said with a smile.