Happy Little Farmer

When Wei Juan jumped into the car, Yang Fan only then noticed that she wasn't even wearing any shoes, with only black stockings wrapping her delicate and petite feet.

Straight legs, delicate feet, and those extremely eye-catching black stockings made Yang Fan feel a subtle heat rising in his body.

Dressed like this for business must be quite stimulating.

"Running away from home, I need to hide first, then find a way," Wei Juan said indignantly.

Yang Fan suddenly felt this might be a good opportunity.

Only when two persons have the chance to be alone together is there a possibility to further develop their relationship.

"Were you specifically waiting for me here? But you could at least wear some shoes, isn't it uncomfortable?" Yang Fan teased intentionally.

"When he was carelessly whipping me with a belt, I took the chance to run out and didn't have time to put on shoes," Wei Juan said coldly.

Yang Fan looked slightly stunned, "What do you mean by 'carelessly'?"

Wei Juan glanced sideways, casting a look toward the crotch of Yang Fan, "Your big brother there, dangling carelessly!"

Yang Fan: …

A real talent, to use an idiom like that.

"I shouldn't say this, but the games you play are a bit beyond my understanding," Yang Fan clicked his tongue and sighed softly before starting the motor tricycle, "Although Shen Lin is a bastard, I truly envy his luck. You're so beautiful and educated, yet you dress like this, letting him whip you carelessly... I can't even imagine."

A flush of crimson couldn't help but spread across Wei Juan's cheeks, and she stuttered, "I can't do it, so I just have to fool him in other ways. When he's happy, I get the chance to do what I really want to do."

Yang Fan was curious to ask Wei Juan about her goals and what she could not do, but before he had the chance to speak, Wei Juan suddenly said, "Just drive your car, what I do has nothing to do with you."

Yang Fan also had some intentions at the moment, otherwise, he might not have tolerated such a blunt exchange.

Yang Fan asked, "Where are you going now? Even if you're running away from home, you should have a destination, right?"

"First to the town to find a motel..." said Wei Juan.

Then, pausing, her complexion slowly turned as red as a liver, and she pursed her lips tightly while looking down.

Seeing her like this, Yang Fan could tell she had some unspeakable difficulties.

Not surprisingly, she probably had no money on her.

In her current state, without even carrying a phone, where would she get money?

Although Yang Fan realized this, he didn't take the initiative to speak up about it and continued driving.

As they were about to leave the village, Wei Juan seemed finally unable to hold back any longer, her head low as she muttered, "Can you, lend me three hundred yuan?"

"Sure, but isn't three hundred a bit too little?" Yang Fan asked. "Even if you stay in the cheapest place, it would only last two or three days at most."

"Then, how about five hundred... Is that okay?" Wei Juan asked with a red face, looking very unnatural.

"Fine, but I have a condition," Yang Fan said.

Wei Juan's expression changed abruptly, and she covered her chest, "Never mind, I'll find another way."

"What are you doing?" Yang Fan hurriedly grabbed Wei Juan as she made to jump out of the car.

However, his hand brushed across at such an angle that he accidentally touched some places he shouldn't have.

Somewhat excessively soft, with plenty of elasticity.

Wei Juan yelped, turned her head, and stared at Yang Fan with death in her eyes.

She didn't speak, only her eyes were as sharp as knives, full of anger, grievance, and resentment.

"It was an accident, I was afraid you'd fall!" Yang Fan hurriedly explained.

Just as Wei Juan was about to stop crying, the corners of her mouth quivered with distress, and large tears rolled down from her eyes, "You all want to play with me, right? Fine, I'll let you! Come on!"

Perhaps frustrated to the extreme, Wei Juan sobbed, and suddenly ripped open her shirt.

Suddenly, two pure white bunnies, with pink eyes, vigorously jumped out.

Not very big, but very perky.

Yang Fan was startled and, without taking the time to appreciate the plumpness in detail, swiftly turned the motor tricycle into a thicket.

If anyone saw Wei Juan in this state, things would become irreparably complicated.

After parking the car, he took off his outerwear and forcibly draped it over Wei Juan, "What are you doing? I just said I had a condition, I didn't say it was for you to let me play, why the overreaction?"

Even if he truly had that intention, he certainly couldn't say any more now.

This woman was so agitated by Shen Lin that her mentality was almost breaking down.

All of a sudden, Wei Juan leaned on the motor tricycle, crying her heart out, heart-wrenching and deafening.

"What did I do wrong? Why is Heaven treating me this way?"

Yang Fan felt somewhat helpless for a moment.

He carefully formulated his words in his mind, then spoke softly, "Actually, I think your fate is quite good. You only feel that fate is harsh because you happened to meet Shen Lin and compromised with him."

"If you had chosen to resist and refused to take the blame for him, you would probably be the village official here by now, stable and secure. How could you have ended up running away from home dressed like this? Besides, I think you still have a chance to choose. You don't have children or any burdens, so why be trapped by him, Shen Lin?"

Wei Juan fell silent, and even the sound of her crying suddenly stopped.

Her gaze was vacant, staring straight ahead at the empty woods.

On the desolate grassland, wildflowers bloomed vividly, swaying gracefully with the breeze, releasing a quiet fragrance.