?59: Chapter 59 The Overbearing Little Mother 59: Chapter 59 The Overbearing Little Mother Although banknotes are light, being slapped in the face with them still stings.

    Yang Fan’s mouth corner twitched viciously, his complexion turning iron blue in an instant.

    A surge of anger exploded from his chest, shooting straight to the crown of his head.

    He grabbed a beer bottle that was on the ground, swinging it straight towards Shen Lin’s head.

    But before his bottle could land, another had already burst open on Shen Lin’s head.

    Yang Fan paused, staring in surprise at Zhou Wenhu who held the broken half of the bottle in her hand.

    “What are you hesitating for?” Zhou Wenhu frowned, glanced at Yang Fan, snatched the bottle from his hand, and smashed it again on Shen Lin’s head.

    With a dull thud, the bottle exploded into emerald shards on Shen Lin’s head.

    “What are you doing?” Shen Lin, dazed from the blow, roared in anger.

    Even the sunglasses that he wore all year round had been knocked off.

    Zhou Wenhu didn’t speak, but threw away the half bottle in her hand and started looking around at her feet.

    However, they had only drunk two bottles of beer earlier, leaving no extra bottles.

    Seeing no other bottles around, Zhou Wenhu simply took an unopened beer from the crate.

    “You, you, you, what are you doing?

    Put that down!” Shen Lin jumped up and shouted.

    His head was surprisingly resilient, enduring two hits without even a scratch.

    “What else but to finish you?” sneered Zhou Wenhu, flinging the bottle towards Shen Lin’s head.

    Shen Lin tried to dodge, but couldn’t escape, and the bottle struck him squarely.

    Bang!

    Amid the muffled sound, beer mixed with glass shards splattered over Shen Lin’s head.

    Shen Lin’s eyes rolled back as he thudded into the courtyard, passing out.

    His skull might be tough, but it wasn’t tougher than a beer bottle filled with liquid.

    “When you hit someone, you should do it decisively.

    What’s with the hesitation?” Zhou Wenhu kicked Shen Lin a few times and then spoke disdainfully to Yang Fan.

    Yang Fan: ...

    He hadn’t hesitated.

    He was just shocked by Little Mother’s sudden action, causing a momentary pause.

    If Little Mother hadn’t made a move, his bottle would have hit Shen Lin’s head long ago.

    Being humiliated with a hundred or so yuan slapped on his face, how could Yang Fan possibly hold back?

    In that instant, he had even harbored thoughts of killing Shen Lin.

    “What’s the meaning of this today?” Yang Fan asked.

    “It’s my fault, I talked too sweetly to that dog.

    He actually thought I wanted to sleep with him, the little brat.

    He doesn’t even look at what he is, yet he thinks he’s a catch,” spat Zhou Wenhu disdainfully.

    Yang Fan had anticipated this outcome earlier, but he assumed Little Mother must have had some other plan in mind when she acted as she did.

    Looking back, it seems Little Mother just acted on a whim; she had no backup plan whatsoever.

    “So what do we do now?

    I say we beat him half to death and dump him at his house,” Yang Fan said coldly.

    He really felt the urge to do just that.

    Even the thought of killing the old dog crossed his mind.

    Now Shen Lin was basically shitting and pissing all over him and had the gall to act as if he was just doing his job.

    “Let me think,” Zhou Wenhu shook her head, looked at Shen Lin lying on the ground, scratched her chin, and muttered, “Do you think if I sweet-talk him it will work?

    We can give him a ‘closed loop’ treatment, beat him up, then cozy up to him, and repeat the process.

    That way, we’ll vent our frustration, the problem will be smoothed over, and maybe we can even trick him into compensating us for our previous losses.”

    Yang Fan was speechless, the idea seemed rather far-fetched; Shen Lin was no fool.

    “Then, Little Mother, you might have to make some sacrifices.

    There might be a slim chance, otherwise, there’s no hope.”

    “Pfft, what are you saying?” Zhou Wenhu gave Yang Fan a disdainful look, “To let him take advantage, I’d rather let a dog.

    Since there’s no other way, let’s just get this bad blood out.

    We’ll fight him to the death if necessary, just like before.

    We’ll counter every move as it comes, relying on our own abilities.

    If all else fails, I’ll hold a knife and block the village committee’s door to see if anyone cares about this.”

    “Actually, it might not need to be that extreme.

    If everything goes as planned, this problem should be resolved soon,” Yang Fan said, calming down.

    The anger had clouded his mind earlier, making him forget that he had asked Zhang Yulan for help.

    Zhou Wenhu glanced at Yang Fan, “Spill it, you little brat, and make it clear!”

    “I pulled some strings; it might topple the guy,” Yang Fan said.

    “It doesn’t sound like something reliable,” Zhou Wenhu shook her head, “Don’t underestimate his position as the director, no matter how insignificant.

    His network is solid, and it’s not easy to bring him down with just any connection.”

    Yang Fan didn’t bother to force an explanation.

    As long as the job got done, that was all that mattered.

    If it didn’t work out, any explanation would seem pointless.

    He changed the subject and asked, “Did he come prepared today?”

    They had liquor at home, but no beer, and Little Mother surely wouldn’t have gotten beer especially for Shen Lin.

    If nothing went wrong, it had to be Shen Lin who brought his own.

    Bringing his own drinks was as suspicious as a weasel visiting a henhouse on New Year’s Day.

    “Exactly, lugging two cases of beer.

    Saying he lost his wife and was feeling down, asking me to drink with him, was just an excuse.

    That old bastard just wanted to take advantage of me,” Zhou Wenhu curled her lip in disgust as she spoke, then suddenly smiled at Yang Fan, “Isn’t having a mom who is ‘nation’s beauty and heavenly fragrance, graceful and charming’ quite troublesome?”

    Yang Fan immediately felt goosebumps all over, “I think you have some misconceptions about ‘nation’s beauty and heavenly fragrance, graceful and charming’.”

    Zhou Wenhu’s eyes crinkled immediately, and she shouted fiercely, “You little brat, are you calling me ugly?”

    She suddenly grabbed Yang Fan’s ear and dragged the six-foot-tall Yang Fan down to her chest, demanding angrily, “Come on, take a good look.

    Where am I ugly?”

    “Easy, easy, it hurts!” Yang Fan cried out quickly.

    Zhou Wenhu was being exceptionally harsh, and Yang Fan truly felt like his ear was about to come off.

    Despite appearing mild and fragile, it was a mystery where she got such strength from.

    Zhou Wenhu didn’t let go; instead, she pulled even harder, pressing Yang Fan’s head against her chest, and interrogated, “Look carefully, am I ugly?”

    “Not ugly, okay, ‘graceful and charming,’ happy now?

    But I’m past the breastfeeding age, don’t do this!” Yang Fan exclaimed.

    He was forced by Zhou Wenhu to press his ear against the fullness of her chest.

    Soft as it was, with a faint scent.

    But it made Yang Fan quite uncomfortable, giving him the sensation of running a high fever, and his blood pressure seemed to be rising too.