Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 92: The Secret Photo

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Secret Photo

Yang Fan was both tense and expectant for nothing, saying there was no feeling of loss would certainly be a lie.

This matter really couldn’t be blamed on Yang Fan for overthinking; it was the tone in which his sister-in-law spoke that made it too easy to be misunderstood.

First it was about buying him all sorts of toys, and then she mentioned asking Little Mother for help—how could anyone not overthink this topic?

"Even if you’re not interested, take a look. What if there’s someone you fall for at first sight? I asked around several matchmakers this afternoon to get this stuff for you. Won’t you even take a glance, making my effort all afternoon go to waste? Just have a look," Zhou Wenhui lounged on the sofa by the window, indolent like a lady of leisure.

With no choice, Yang Fan nodded; he might as well take a look, since he really hadn’t given much thought to blind dates.

If he were in a rush to settle down now, Wei Juan would actually be a very good option.

She had a job, a good character, was beautiful, and had a rather hot figure.

Apart from her terrible marriage history, there was almost nothing to fault.

To take Little Mother’s feelings into account, Yang Fan seriously looked through each of the girls’ photos one by one. There indeed were some girls who shone brightly enough to make one’s heart skip a beat. But looking at their requirements for a partner, Yang Fan felt like a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh; they were simply out of his league.

Soon, he had flipped through all the photos, and then a nude photo suddenly made its appearance.

Yang Fan almost mistook it for a girl being so bold as to showcase her figure, but upon closer inspection, the room looked somewhat familiar; and though the face wasn’t shown, that bare silhouette was also familiar.

That pair of full breasts hanging low seemed very much like Little Mother’s.

Although Yang Fan had only seen them a couple of times, he was certain he had not mistaken them.

The photo was taken with her elbows propped up on the bed, lying prone, and what caught the eye the most was indeed that pair of full breasts.

Little Mother apparently had the habit of documenting her beautiful figure, and Yang Fan looked on impassively, continuing to flip further.

As expected, the next photo was another naked bed shot.

The pose had changed, however; she lay askew on the bed, with the photo taken from an upwards angle.

What first met the eye was her "golden valley," hardly concealing its faint, grassy detail, and then the upper body.

Because of the angle, her "golden valley" was near fully exposed, with even the tiny hairs and the glistening sheen clearly visible.

Yang Fan’s breathing became slightly rapid, as if a flame had quietly ignited within him.

He quickly took a couple of deep breaths and stealthily glanced at Little Mother.

She seemed completely unaware that her phone still harbored such an indecent item, leaning calmly on the sofa, studying a tea set Yang Fan had bargained for from an old tea farmer.

That tea set was purportedly an antique. While he couldn’t tell if it was genuinely old, it was certainly well-worn.

Seeing that Little Mother had no reaction, Yang Fan quietly sent the photo to himself and cleared the chat history before continuing to flip through the album, only to find that the next photo was not of herself but of his sister-in-law.

The photo was slightly blurred, looking as if it was taken covertly while two people were playing.

In the photo, his sister-in-law lay flat on the bed, intently studying something she was grasping on her right side.

Her legs were slightly bent, faintly revealing a glimpse of Golden Valley.

However, the lens was somewhat out of focus, far from as vivid as the one of Little Mother herself.

Yang Fan quickly sent it to himself and again cleared the chat history, then continued calmly flipping through.

"Are you done looking?" Zhou Wenhui’s voice suddenly rang out, "You just need to get a general idea from the photos, you have to meet them in person to really understand them. Other than their looks and figures, what else can you tell from a photo?"

"That’s not right, these days women’s photos are all edited, so you can’t even be sure about the figure and looks. You see them as stunning beauties, but quite often, they are ten thousand miles different from their photos in real life."

Yang Fan quickly flicked through the photos a few more times, then feigned calmness and said, "I was mainly looking at their requirements. Little Mother, let’s just forget about this. The ones I’m interested in surely wouldn’t be interested in me. There are indeed a few that caught my eye, but reading their requirements, I feel like I’m living like a waste."

"Requirements, well, they often aim for the highest, matchmaking is no different from doing business, you still need to negotiate," Zhou Wenhui said indifferently, "Meet and chat with the ones you like. Perhaps their requirements will change."

Yang Fan shook his head, reluctantly handing Little Mother’s phone back to her, "Even with bargaining, it would be based on their requirements, but I can’t meet any of them. How can I negotiate when there’s no room for negotiation?"

"You’re just a coward, what’s there to be nervous about looking at photos? Just meet them and see, for better or worse," Zhou Wenhui muttered under her breath, "Forget it, just follow my arrangement. I paid for these profiles, and I’m not asking much from you, just meet two of them. As for whom, I’ll pick them for you."

"Meeting other women might dilute your thoughts about your sister-in-law a bit. What if she changes her mind when she sees you really don’t have any intentions? Cast a wide net, but focus on catching the big fish, understand? It’s all tactics."

Zhou Wenhui waved her phone, adjusted her skirt, and left Yang Fan’s room.

Yang Fan didn’t object to this plan; he didn’t have much hope for success anyway. Since Little Mother wanted him to meet them, he might as well go ahead.

At most, it would just be a slight waste of time.

Closing the door to his room, Yang Fan lay back heavily in bed and hurriedly took out his phone to carefully admire the photos he had saved of Little Mother and his sister-in-law.

Upstairs, Zhou Wenhui hurried back to her room, her cheeks suddenly tinged with a nervous blush.

Sitting on the bed, she quickly opened her phone and added all the photos of her and Ye Tong to a hidden album.

No sooner had she completed this task, when the door made a slight noise.

Ye Tong, looking somewhat haggard in her dark green pajamas, walked in and asked, "Little Mother, how did your talk go?"

"He didn’t agree, what else? You two, I am truly impressed now!" Zhou Wenhui said, her expression slightly unnatural as she glanced over at Ye Tong and stealthily hid her phone in the bedding, shaking her head.

"Maybe Fanzi has his own plans. Since he doesn’t agree, let’s drop it..." Ye Tong said disconsolately.