Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 98: Appetizers

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Appetizers

Zhang Yulan had also bought a little mystery for Yang Fan, stubbornly refusing to reveal what this so-called appetizer was all about.

Although Yang Fan couldn’t guess what exactly it was, seeing her attitude, he knew it definitely wasn’t food.

Why would food need to be shrouded in such secrecy?

"No worries, you can keep playing, we’ll just wait a little longer," Zhang Yulan’s eyes sparkled with a seductive charm as she lifted the garment covering her upper body, proactively revealing one of her full breasts to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn’t need her invitation; he was already playing and naturally showed no restraint, bending down to suckle at it.

The bigger it was, the more pleasurable it felt to play with, able to knead it into various shapes, and it tasted even more delightful as he sucked.

"Mmm..."

Zhang Yulan’s eyes glinted with a thick haze of enrapture as her palms tenderly fluttered across Yang Fan’s chest.

Simply being sucked on a couple of times, her sensitive body was already struggling to cope.

Her curvaceous and graceful legs wrapped tightly around Yang Fan’s left hand, rubbing restlessly, and her waist seemed to subconsciously press down, as if trying to draw his palm inwards.

"Fanzi, I... I want it too, what should I do?" Zhang Yulan asked with her hazy eyes looking up at Yang Fan in a coquettish voice.

"Should we not wait for this appetizer then?" Yang Fan raised his head from that dangerously enticing, pale cleavage and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yulan shook her head, "That won’t do; the visitor will arrive soon."

"Visitor?" Yang Fan was somewhat surprised and teasingly said, "If you think of a person as an appetizer, isn’t that a bit savage?"

Just then, Zhang Yulan’s phone lying aside suddenly rang.

"I’ve always been quite savage, you know, and that must be the appetizer now," Zhang Yulan climbed out of Yang Fan’s embrace and answered the phone.

"You’ve arrived? Great, I’ll come out to meet you!"

She quickly hung up the phone after these brief words, then said to Yang Fan, "They’re at the entrance of the village but don’t know how to get to my place, I’ll go meet them. Just sit for a bit."

After speaking, she also pointed at the Bichon Frise Yang Fan had brought over and said, "Oh, and you can let this little guy out. This breed of dog is quite obedient and won’t run away. Let it out to get accustomed to its surroundings."

Yang Fan nodded, but the murmurings in his mind grew stronger.

What was the deal with this visitor?

And how did they become Zhang Yulan’s so-called appetizer?

Zhang Yulan’s mysterious setup was really holding him captive; he simply couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

He let the Bichon Frise out to freely play in the yard, then casually popped a grape into his mouth. Before he could swallow the grape, Zhang Yulan walked in with a girl of average stature and particularly fair skin.

The girl was dressed fashionably, with chestnut wavy hair, sparkling earrings that dangled like needles, and a black bag slung over her arm that looked like it could be a designer brand.

What stole the show was her outfit: a uniquely designed skirt with lots of embellishments around the hips, looking rather upscale, and much like what Zhang Yulan was currently wearing, black stockings adorned her legs.

However, her stockings had a brighter sheen, making her legs look exceptionally smooth.

Zhang Yulan, this genuine noblewoman, seemed somewhat less grand and fashionable in front of this girl.

Her overall attire immediately indicated she was the type of woman who was quite wealthy and walked at the forefront of fashion.

Yet, Zhang Yulan, a truly noblewoman, had always dressed quite casually.

Apart from dressing up especially for today, the other few times Yang Fan had seen her, she was in very casual and loose-fitting house clothes that completely concealed her full and domineering figure.

Yang Fan couldn’t help being curious about the girl’s identity.

In a circle like theirs, people tended to be of similar status, so maybe this girl was also a wealthy, noble lady.

"Please sit down," Zhang Yulan said to the woman with a somewhat indifferent expression.

"It’s okay, sis, you don’t need to worry about me," the girl said with a little restraint.

Although she appeared somewhat aloof, as soon as she spoke, her presence seemed to diminish, and her tone was filled with respect for Zhang Yulan.

Zhang Yulan’s lips curled into a lukewarm smile as she said to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, this is the girl I mentioned before, the one who professionally trained in dance. Honestly, she dances extraordinarily well."

"No, no, sis, you’re too kind. Dance is just an elective for me, merely a hobby," the girl hastily said with modesty, while also smiling and greeting Yang Fan.

Hearing Zhang Yulan’s explanation, Yang Fan instantly understood what was going on.

The girl turned out to be Chen Zhong’s secretary, the one who could dance exotic dances.

No wonder Zhang Yulan referred to it as an appetizer; she intended to pick on the secretary today first.

"Don’t be so modest; I’ve seen the videos of you dancing, and they’re very impressive!" Zhang Yulan said as she sat down beside Yang Fan, her smile forced, "Whether it’s an elective or your major, to me, you’re professionally trained. If it’s convenient, could you teach me something now? I want to learn dances that can make my body more flexible."

After speaking, she turned her head and winked at Yang Fan, adding, "I asked Xiao Liu to come over today specifically to teach me dance. I’m a bit too idle lately, and I wanted to pick up a hobby."

Yang Fan silently stroked his chin, thinking that perhaps her real intention was not just the wine.

But the secretary named Xiao Liu seemed earnest. She very cautiously told Zhang Yulan, "Sis, at our age, if you want to become more flexible, I think yoga is the only option. Other dances place more emphasis on fundamentals, especially training from a young age, which is why the body becomes more flexible with practice."

"I see, then teach me whatever you’re best at!" Zhang Yulan said dismissively.

"I’m more proficient in classical dance, so how about I teach you that? Sis, you’d be most suited for classical dance. It emphasizes poise, and your quality will definitely improve," Xiao Liu explained, not forgetting to flatter and praise Zhang Yulan a few times.

"Okay, show me a bit of it," Zhang Yulan said indifferently.

Xiao Liu put down her small bag and promptly began to demonstrate to Zhang Yulan.

It was rare to find a dancer with a bad figure.

Xiao Liu, although of average height, had very well-proportioned stature.

With a twist of her body, the word "graceful" instantly floated through Yang Fan’s mind.

"Sis, it’s like this," she demonstrated just a short sequence and then stopped.

Zhang Yulan frowned and said, "That doesn’t seem right; why didn’t you take off your clothes?"