9: Chapter 9: Serendipitous Encounter 9: Chapter 9: Serendipitous Encounter By the ti Yang Fan had tidied up and ca out of the bathroom, Zhou Wenhui’s al was just being served.
Although Zhou Wenhui had a sharp tongue like a knife, she was a bona fide certified cook who made excellent dishes.
Sitting down at the dining table, Zhou Wenhui flicked the hair that had fallen to her mouth and suddenly said, “No matter what you think or plan to do about that bastard Shen Lin, I’m telling you, don’t be impulsive.”
Yang Fan nodded, “I know my limits, I won’t be impulsive.”
“You father and son are of the sa stock, it would be a miracle if you weren’t impulsive,” Zhou Wenhui rolled her eyes and said.
“I’ve thought about your suggestion seriously, it’s the most reliable one I could co up with after much consideration.”
Yang Fan nodded again, “I’ll give it so thought.”
Probably because she had just vented her rage, Zhou Wenhui’s tone had softened a lot and wasn’t so aggressive anymore.
Looking at Little Mother dressed neatly, with normal complexion, Yang Fan couldn’t help but recall the scene where she was holding a cucumber, shouting for Fanzi to push harder.
The aftermath of that image was quite strong, and once the thought was triggered, Yang Fan felt a wave of heat across his body.
Seeing Yang Fan not eating but staring straight at her, Zhou Wenhui glared fiercely and asked, “I told you to go after Shen Lin’s wife, not .”
Yang Fan was speechless, “I’m thinking about sothing, why would I be plotting anything against you?”
Ye Tong, with a hint of shyness in her eyes, said softly, “Little Mother, could you be a little more…
restrained in your speech?”
“What I said isn’t wrong, is it?
Look at his gaze, it’s outright aggressive, and who knows what postures he’s imagining in his head,” Zhou Wenhui quipped.
“Stop using your imagination, I was thinking about the idea you suggested,” Yang Fan said dryly.
Zhou Wenhui looked at Yang Fan with a slanted gaze and after a mont said, “Actually, the success rate of this plan could truly be ninety-nine percent.
Think about it, Wei Juan was forced into marriage, she must harbor resentnt toward Shen Lin.
Just a round of tender and passionate onslaught from you, and she’ll definitely open her arms to you, spreading her legs aside.”
“Little Mother, have so subtlety,” Ye Tong said faintly.
“Ah, my bad, that was crude, but it’s the reality,” Zhou Wenhui said while waving her chopsticks, “So, let give you two pieces of advice on how to seduce a woman.
First, consider her perspective; put yourself in her shoes to get closer to her.
Then, be direct, just tell her you want to sleep with her, that you’re restless at night, can’t control your feelings and all that,” she explained.
“But let clarify, this approach only works for married won, not young girls.
For those girls, you need to spend money.
Everyone has a weakness, and her liking is her weakness.
Cater to her preferences, spend aggressively, and you’ll be in bed with her in three days!”
Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly, “Little Mother, you really understand a lot.”
“I can’t help it, your mother has read a lot of books,” Zhou Wenhui said with a smug smile.
“As for Wei Juan, if you really can’t handle it, just get down on your knees during the second phase and beg pitifully, ask her to let you sleep with her.”
Yang Fan: …
Why does this scene feel so familiar?
Zhou Wenhui probably hasn’t been reading lots of books, but watching lots of movies.
And these scenarios could almost be considered classic scenes.
“I don’t think this thod will necessarily work,” Yang Fan shook his head and said, “Just for example, Little Mother, if it were you, would you agree?”
Zhou Wenhui’s eyes suddenly flared, “I’d kill him!”
“So, you see it wouldn’t work,” Yang Fan then turned to Ye Tong, “sister-in-law, what if it were you?”
With a shy look in her eyes, Ye Tong swiftly glanced at Yang Fan and lightly pursed her lips, “I… I don’t know.
It depends, I might agree, or I might not.”
Her answer was ambiguous and unclear.
But Yang Fan noticed her flickering and sowhat evasive gaze, as if the tactic might work on her.
Perhaps he could try it out in the future.
“Little Mother, don’t worry about giving advice on this matter, I’ll think of sothing else,” Yang Fan said as he finished off the last grain of rice at the bottom of his bowl and stood up to leave, “I’ll leave the dicinal herbs for now, I’ll sort them out when I have ti.”
He still had to go out and collect goods in the afternoon; he couldn’t let what had already been spoiled interfere with other business.
Recently, a few types of dicinal herbs had co into the market at rapidly rising prices, and Yang Fan wanted to seize the opportunity to collect more.
“Go do what you need to do; your sister-in-law and I will take care of the herbs,” Zhou Wenhui said.
Yang Fan nodded, and after leaving the house on his three-wheeler, he first swung by Shen Lin’s house nearby.
He had fully embraced Zhou Wenhui’s idea, but how to get close to Shen Lin’s young wife Wei Juan was sothing Yang Fan couldn’t figure out.
This woman rarely left ho, not even easy to find an opportunity to approach her.
From a distance, he watched Shen Lin’s house for a mont, Yang Fan pondered his next move and was about to leave when suddenly a woman, crying and covering her face, erged from the nearby woods.
The woman wore a white blouse on top, and her bottom half seed to be clad only in a black pair of tattered pantyhose.
Her attire made Yang Fan’s eyes light up.
Such an outfit was rare even in the town, yet he saw it in the village.
Upon closer inspection, Yang Fan’s expression froze; it was actually Shen Lin’s young wife, Wei Juan.
While dozing, a pillow appears?
But…
why was she crying in the woods dressed like that?
Was she dragged in there?
But that didn’t seem right either.
While Yang Fan harbored various suspicions, Wei Juan suddenly ca straight at him, flailed punches and kicks while crying her eyes out—even though she was sobbing, her hits weren’t soft at all.
Yang Fan was so stunned that he pushed Wei Juan away and yelled, “Are you crazy?
Why are you hitting for no reason?”
Miss Wei, are you even human?
You’re asking ‘for no reason’?
Don’t you know exactly what you’ve done?” Wei Juan said bitterly, staring at Yang Fan and wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Yang Fan was completely baffled; what had he done?
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