Happy Little Farmer

No wonder Boss Zhou had such a weird expression, hearing about what Zhu Shanshan did left Yang Fan just as confused.

Trying to give him a remedy, like that was just stirring up enmity for nothing.

Old Zhou must have paid a hefty price to coax Wu Xuelan into his bed, but in the end, he didn't even get a chance to start before it ended up benefiting Yang.

Now his wife even had to buy tonics for Yang Fan, which was probably frustrating for anyone.

"Old Zhou, I appreciate your sister-in-law's kindness, but I think I better leave now, otherwise, I'm afraid you might kill me," Yang Fan said half-jokingly, but he really was planning to leave—it was awkward to stay any longer.

"What are you talking about, you can't leave. My sister-in-law specifically instructed this if she comes back and finds out I didn't take care, she'll definitely kill me," Boss Zhou said while scratching his increasingly shiny forehead, "Think about it, it's not a big deal."

Yang Fan: ...

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't speak, Old Zhou thought he was still bothered by it and was about to console him when Zhu Shanshan walked in with two large shopping bags, scaring him into silence.

Zhu Shanshan glanced at Old Zhou before walking up to Yang Fan and said softly, "Fanzi, come inside with me, your sister-in-law will explain how to use these things."

"Sister-in-law, this... really isn't necessary," Yang Fan said, glancing awkwardly at Boss Zhou.

"What do you mean unnecessary? You're young and don't understand, listen to your sister-in-law, she's right," Zhu Shanshan said, twisting her voluptuous body as she walked into the shop, "If you don't replenish your life force when you are young, by the time you get to be Zhou Weixong's age, it'll be too late to try. Others lean on the wall when they come out, he has to support himself against the wall. Can you imagine how uncomfortable that is?"

Yang Fan kept silent.

Old Zhou felt wronged for no reason...

While they were talking, Wu Xuelan came out, clutching her abdomen with one hand and her face deeply furrowed, bracing herself against the wall.

Zhu Shanshan looked at Yang Fan in shock, her gaze subtly swept over his crotch area, "Fanzi, I was just making a comparison, are you taking it seriously?"

"He did more than just take it seriously—I feel like I'm almost at the point of calling an ambulance," Wu Xuelan said, looking at Yang Fan with a ghost of a smile.

The more exhilarating it was when it happened, the more pain followed after.

This ordeal made Wu Xuelan feel like it was her first time.

"If you need, shall I call for you?" Zhu Shanshan hesitated, then asked with concern.

Wu Xuelan waved her hand, "No, it's fine, it's not that dramatic really."

"Then perhaps you should rest for a bit," Zhu Shanshan suggested thoughtfully.

Wu Xuelan nodded and sat down on a chair nearby.

Zhu Shanshan looked at Wu Xuelan, her right hand subconsciously touching her delicate, pale clavicle. After a few seconds of being lost in thought, she seemed to suddenly realize something and said to Yang Fan, "Fanzi, let me tell you how to prepare these things. It's just that it's not convenient to start a fire here; otherwise, I'd just brew it for you myself."

"Sister-in-law, you're really making me feel embarrassed," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

"Why act like strangers with your sister-in-law? Maybe one day she will need your help," Zhu Shanshan said with a playful laugh, her eyes shimmering softly, as she gave Yang Fan a quick, sideways glance.

Yang Fan didn't think too much of it, smiled, and simply accepted the kind offer.

After listening to Zhu Shanshan's detailed explanation on how to stew the turtle with the herbs, Boss Zhou settled up the money for the goods Yang Fan had delivered that day, and Yang Fan left the Herb Market with one thousand three hundred yuan in his pocket, accompanied by Wu Xuelan.

They got onto the second-hand rickshaw Yang had picked up in the used market for two thousand yuan, and Wu Xuelan, tightening the long dress around her, suddenly said with a smile, "Fanzi, that boss's wife seems to have taken a liking to you."

She finally felt a bit better after resting for a while.

But sitting on the somewhat uncomfortable rickshaw seat, she still felt a bit uneasy.

"She's just looking after me because I started managing the household early. There's no other meaning," Yang Fan shook his head.

Wu Xuelan glanced at Yang Fan and said, "Don't deny it. My eyes are sharp, and I'm pretty sure about it. If you don't believe it, try testing it out someday. If you touch her butt and sneak in a little caress, she definitely won't refuse."

The speaker had intent, and the listener was tempted.

Wu Xuelan's words made Yang Fan quite tempted, but he didn't dare gamble.

In the entire Herb Market, his current situation was heavily influenced by the relationship with Old Zhou and his wife.

If he accidentally soured that relationship, he would stand to earn at least ten percent less money in the future.

"Ah..." Wu Xuelan suddenly let out a delicate cry, clutching her abdomen, "Fanzi, slow down a bit. That sudden bump felt like you poked me again, it hurts a little."

Wu Xuelan had no filter when it came to speaking, any word could come jumping out of her mouth.

Being a flirtatious person, her words were quite potent, easily kindling the fire within someone in just a few sentences.

Yang Fan slowed down and said with a laugh, "Sister-in-law, be careful with your words, you're giving me ideas."

"Keep your ideas to yourself, you won't be getting any hope for at least a week, I need to rest," Wu Xuelan shot Yang Fan a look, chiding lightly, "Before, I only heard about women being bedridden for three days, never thought I'd experience it myself."