Lin Fan listened outside the window for a while, fully aware of the situation inside.
"You scumbag, you don't even mind Da Zhuang's wife!"
Although Luo Da Zhuang was tall and burly, his wife was nothing special, looking like a short, round pumpkin.
However, with her entangled with Wang the Cripple, it was hard to say who was taking advantage of whom.
"Hurry up, you dead cripple, hurry up!"
Li Guifang urged, her voice shrill.
"Oh, Guifang, I told you, it's no good, no good! Hurry up and put your clothes on!"
Wang Fu also shouted back.
Seeing his chance, Lin Fan quietly bent down and picked up a palm-sized stone.
Then, he aimed at the window and threw the stone directly.
Crash!
A loud shatter.
The glass was smashed to pieces.
"Wang the Cripple, fuck your mother!"
Lin Fan cursed, imitating Luo Da Zhuang's rough voice.
"Ah!"
"Ouch!"
A flurry of panicked male and female screams came from inside the house.
Listening to the commotion within, Lin Fan laughed so hard he could barely breathe.
"Dead cripple, don't panic."
*thump thump!*
Li Guifang knocked on the table twice and yelled towards the bed: "You coward, get out and see who it is!"
Wang Fu, huddled under the bed, stammered, "Isn't it Da Zhuang?"
That sound had almost scared his soul away.
"I told you to go out and look, you useless thing!"
Li Guifang calmly put on her clothes, her expression composed, as if she suspected someone was playing a trick, rather than Luo Da Zhuang actually showing up.
Two minutes later, Lin Fan returned to the entrance of the pig farm.
Wang Fu, wearing a camouflage outfit, emerged from the house with a dispirited air.
Li Guifang narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on the entrance.
"Lin Fan, so it was you, you little bastard!"
Seeing the leisurely Lin Fan, Wang Fu immediately cursed him furiously.
"Who are you calling names?"
Lin Fan asked coldly.
"I'm not just going to curse you, I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"
After cursing, Wang Fu grabbed a hoe, pushed open the gate, and charged towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan calmly took out his phone and pretended to dial a number.
"Hello, is that Old Zhao from Wangwang Supermarket? Please help me find Da Zhuang who sells meat by the main road. I'll come over later and give you two yuan for your trouble."
"Yes, yes, yes, I have something to ask him."
Lin Fan retreated, beckoning Wang Fu with his finger and mouthing provocatively: "Come on, you come."
Hearing Lin Fan say he was looking for Luo Da Zhuang, Wang Fu immediately stopped in his tracks, a look of panic on his face.
Luo Da Zhuang was a full six feet tall, weighing between 170 and 180 jin, and had been a butcher for years. If he found out about him and his wife, he would surely lose his life.
Thinking this, Wang Fu threw down his hoe, clasped his hands together, and begged for mercy.
Lin Fan put away his phone and sneered, "Wang the Cripple, weren't you going to beat me? Come on!"
He pointed to his forehead and then shouted, "Aim carefully, hit right here!"
"Little Brother Lin, adults don't hold grudges against children. Let's talk properly."
Wang Fu pleaded with a pathetic expression, almost kneeling before Lin Fan.
"Talk my ass!"
"Who's your brother?"
Lin Fan's face turned fierce, and he said, "Da Zhuang, you know him. You've raised pigs for so many years, and you never thought you'd be slaughtered like a pig yourself?"
"Xiao Fan, please, as long as you keep this a secret, we can discuss anything."
Wang Fu gritted his teeth, and with a "plop," knelt at Lin Fan's feet, begging, "Please!"
"You're scared now, are you?"
Lin Fan acted playfully, taunting, "You're amazing, you even dared to touch Da Zhuang's wife. You've been together for more than a day, haven't you?"
"It's the first time, really the first time, and we didn't do anything..."
With his hand caught, Wang Fu could only be subservient and keep saying nice things.
Li Guifang inside the house was stamping her feet in anger.
This coward was useless, scared to his knees by a few words from a child!
"What evidence do you have that Wang Fu and I are having an affair?"
"You're just a kid who hasn't even grown pubic hair, how dare you slander me!"
Li Guifang, unable to contain her anger, ran out of the house and yelled at Lin Fan.
She was indeed confident, after all, she hadn't done anything with Wang Fu just now; she had only taken off her clothes.
"Evidence?"
Lin Fan sneered, "You want me to show you evidence? You don't admit it?"
"Alright, I'll call your husband over right now, and let him slowly explain the evidence to you."
As he spoke, Lin Fan took out his phone again and pretended to dial.
Seeing this, Wang Fu immediately got up to stop Lin Fan: "No, no, no, Xiao Fan, don't be rash!"
He knew Luo Da Zhuang's temper.
If Luo Da Zhuang came and Lin Fan added fuel to the fire, insisting that he and Li Guifang were having an affair, then Luo Da Zhuang would surely come with a knife and kill him!
Li Guifang also became scared when she saw Lin Fan take out his phone.
She thought Lin Fan had taken pictures of her undressed or recorded her lewd remarks.
"Xiao Fan, don't you owe me a hundred thousand yuan? How about this, I'll give you a fifty percent discount, I won't take the remaining fifty thousand."
Wang Fu, with no other options, knelt down again and gnashed his teeth as he offered Lin Fan fifty thousand yuan.
"No, I'm not short of fifty thousand yuan."
Lin Fan was furious when he heard Wang Fu's words.
His life was almost gone, and he was still unwilling to part with money?
Wang Fu took a deep breath, looked up at Lin Fan, and said resentfully, "Xiao Fan, it wasn't me who forced your sister-in-law back then. We were just fooling around, and she discussed it with me. I've admitted my mistakes for what happened later, and you've punished me. The doctor said..."
Hearing this, Lin Fan slapped him across the face: "Fooling around my ass!"
*Slap!*
A crisp sound.
Wang Fu's eyes went starry.
"Don't hit, don't hit..."
Wang Fu covered his swollen left cheek, spat out blood-flecked saliva, and repeatedly pleaded, "Grandpa Xiao Fan, stop hitting me..."
Lin Fan snorted, "Listen here, I'm here to return your money today."
With that, Lin Fan took out one hundred thousand yuan from his bag and tossed it down.
"One hundred thousand, here you go!"
*Bang bang bang...!*
The weight of one hundred thousand yuan was considerable. Five or six thousand of it landed on Wang Fu's left hand.
"Is it... is it really a hundred thousand yuan?"
Wang Fu's head was stunned. Weren't the Lin family so poor they couldn't even afford to knock on a pot? Where did the money come from?
"Check it, and see if it's real."
Lin Fan reminded him with a stern face.
Wang Fu was indeed uneasy.
He carefully examined each stack, suspecting some trick.
But after looking left and right, it was exactly the same as the hundred-yuan bills he usually dealt with.
"He's actually returning the money!"
Wang Fu was dumbfounded, truly unwilling to believe it.
He had already contacted more than a dozen relatives, waiting for a week later when Lin Fan couldn't repay the money, to snatch Xia Xue.
"Dreaming again?"
Lin Fan saw the change in his expression and knew what he was thinking.
"Get back and bring the IOU!"
Lin Fan roared.
Wang Fu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll go right now."
After speaking, Wang Fu got up from the ground and ran to get the IOU.