Shen Lin was the village chief of Shicheng Village, and now he's almost fifty years old. He's always been at odds with Yang Fan's dad.
Logically, since Yang Fan's old man was gone, Shen Lin should have calmed down by now.
But this scoundrel not only didn't stop, but he became even more arrogant and relentlessly tormented Yang Fan's family.
This time, that bastard messing with his herbs really hit a major artery for Yang Fan.
All the work of several months was about to go down the drain!
Yang Fan's face darkened as he stared at the herbs on the ground for a moment, and then he abruptly picked up the chopper used for cutting herbs that was resting against the wall.
He was going to let Shen Lin, that dog, bleed a little.
"Fanzi, you… what are you doing?" Ye Tong, with delicate features and the demeanor of a well-bred lady, walked over somewhat nervously,
Yang Fan lowered his gaze, said in a muffled voice, "Even if it means spending two years inside, I have to teach that dog a lesson!"
"You're insane, put that down!" Ye Tong was startled, reaching for the chopper in Yang Fan's hand.
Her delicate palms, cool to the touch, clasped Yang Fan's hand, causing the man, who was seething with rage, to take a sharp breath and clear his head somewhat.
Worried about hurting Ye Tong, he obediently released the chopper.
Just then, Zhou Wenhu came over, her face as dark as Yang Fan's, and snapped at Ye Tong, "Xiao Tong, give him the chopper, let him go. It'd be best to chop that son of a bitch Shen Lin into pieces, don't leave him breathing. If he doesn't die and you get locked up, our family will fall apart."
By now, Yang Fan had calmed down quite a bit and muttered, "I was preparing to cut the herbs; I wasn't thinking of killing anyone."
"What are you cutting? Where do you have herbs to cut?" Zhou Wenhu taunted with disdain.
"I'll tell you, if you really want revenge, go sleep with Shen Lin's little wife, then use her connections to find evidence of Shen Lin's corruption over the years, bring him down, and after he's clanked away in jail, tell him you've had his wife. You could even plant a child, and when the time comes, little mother will take care of it for you!"
Yang Fan watched Zhou Wenhu speechless, thinking she must be the one who's truly gone mad.
But...
On second thought, this idea... seemed actually quite plausible.
Although Shen Lin was nearly fifty years old, he had taken a young wife only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, a college graduate named Wei Juan.
In fact, Wei Juan was a pitiable girl.
She was a genuine college graduate who, after graduation, took an exam for a grassroots position and became the village secretary of Shicheng Village.
In theory, her power should be greater than Shen Lin's, but that old fart Shen Lin had been the village clerk for over ten years and then served as chief for nearly another ten, having thoroughly learned the ropes from top to bottom.
Wei Juan was sidelined by Shen Lin as soon as she arrived, not only without any power but also inexplicably burdened with several misdeeds and faced several disciplinary actions.
The reason she became Shen Lin's little wife also started with a huge scapegoat incident.
The village accounts were short by over one hundred thousand; the accounts were all signed by Wei Juan, who was initially unaware of the issue until it suddenly came under scrutiny.
Knowing where the problem lay, she went to settle the account with Shen Lin in a rage.
Shen Lin, uncharacteristically, agreed to handle it immediately and even took Wei Juan out for a meal.
After the meal, Wei Juan awoke the next day only to mysteriously find herself in Shen Lin's bed, while Shen Lin, as if nothing had happened, mentioned the over one hundred thousand shortfall to her, an amount and responsibility too great for Wei Juan to bear.
No one knew how Shen Lin finally convinced Wei Juan, but after that dinner, the two started preparing their wedding.
Thinking of these matters, Yang Fan suddenly felt it might indeed be possible to take down Shen Lin through this woman.
"Little Mother, what crazy schemes are you coming up with!" Ye Tong's cheeks turned slightly red as she spoke with annoyance.
Zhou Wenhui glared, shouting, "What's wrong with my idea? With no connections or power, we've got to think outside the box, take an unconventional path, right?"
She pointed at Yang Fan, "Look at this big guy, six feet tall, striking and handsome, it'd be a piece of cake for him to charm a resentful wife confined at home. Hell, turning Shen Lin into Wu Dalang might not be impossible."
Yang Fan was truly tempted.
This plan seemed much more foolproof than a blind rage with blood spilled in five steps. It was worth a try.
Otherwise, he wasn't even sure where to start.
"I'll think it over a bit more; there's bound to be a way," Yang Fan spoke without directly agreeing to Zhou Wenhu's somewhat profligate strategy. He planned to go about it secretly.
"You little brat, you're still being prudish, what's there to be prudish about? It's a win-win situation where you both enjoy it, what's the harm?" Zhou Wenhu exploded with anger when she saw Yang Fan's attitude.
Yang Fan was stunned by her ferocious words and stammered, "I'll think it over properly, if there really is no other way, I'll consider this option."
"You little rabbit, are you living in feudal times or what?" Zhou Wenhu cursed out loud.
Yang Fan really couldn't take it anymore, "I'm going to take a bath; you two chat."
Leaving those words behind, he beat a hasty retreat.
He couldn't stand it—it was just too much.