Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 246 - 241: Always Trying to Pair Up My Sister-in-Law with Tingfan

Chapter 246: Chapter 241: Always Trying to Pair Up My Sister-in-Law with Tingfan

These words seemed to pierce Song An’s heart, he had seen how much hardship Tingfan endured over the years.

Yes, he was very mature for his age.

At just over ten years old, he followed him up the mountain to hunt and earn money.

No matter if he fell or got hurt, he never cried.

Even when beaten, he wouldn’t complain.

He raised his hand to cover his stinging eyes and said hoarsely, "There’s only him left in Second Brother’s family, if by any chance..."

The villain won’t die.

Of course, Lin Qiao couldn’t say that out loud, so she comforted him, "He won’t, the Eight Character Master said Uncle is blessed."

She wasn’t making it up, she had indeed consulted the Eight Character Master about Song Tingfan’s fate, especially seeing him frequently having nightmares, she took his birth details for divination.

The Eight Character Master said he was destined for wealth and prosperity, with many children and grandchildren.

As for having many children and grandchildren, she wasn’t sure, but she was certain that the part about wealth was a lie, in his dreams, Song Tingfan wasn’t wealthy, but rather unlucky.

So she didn’t take the divination seriously.

Song An didn’t say anything, perhaps thinking she was just trying to comfort him, he took out a money bag from his chest, "Give this to him when he’s leaving."

Song An, as a great uncle, was considered quite good. Lin Qiao thought maybe he should give it in person, to foster their uncle-nephew relationship, she smiled and said, "Great Uncle, you should give it to him then."

"He won’t accept things from me." In the past, Song An would occasionally bring some meat over, but after that one occasion, Song Tingfan hasn’t accepted anything since.

However, Song Tingfan still would deliver things to them, each time placing it at the door and then leaving.

This was something Lin Qiao didn’t know, she paused for a moment, then understood, "Great Uncle, maybe don’t give silver, buy him a thick coat instead, it’s cold in the winter at the border."

Speaking of which, she reminded herself to buy a few thick coats for Song Tingfan.

...

The two talked for a while, and only after did Song Tingfan return carrying some eggs. Upon seeing Song An, he wasn’t distant, kindly calling out, "Great Uncle."

"Mhm." Song An’s face softened with tenderness, and he then motioned for him to sit and chat for a bit.

"You didn’t tell us sooner you were enlisting, didn’t prepare anything for you."

"I don’t need anything, can’t take much with me, Grandpa Zhou said just pack two changes of clothes and some dry rations." Seeing his sister-in-law standing, Song Tingfan quickly fetched a stool for her to sit.

"Alright, then stay home these days, spend more time with your grandpa and grandma." Song An wasn’t a man of many words, though he had a belly full of concern, not much was said.

He only mentioned bringing a rabbit over at noon to cook and eat before leaving.

Even though Song Tingfan wasn’t leaving that day, by noon, the three families came together, placed out a large table, and naturally shared a meal and some drinks.

Song Tingfan, even though he wasn’t much of a drinker, ended up having a few cups.

Perhaps he had built up his tolerance a bit, as aside from a flushed face, he didn’t show any other effects after leaving the table.

Lin Qiao, while tidying up the dishes, glanced at him a few times, chuckling, "Uncle, you’ve become better at holding your liquor."

Actually, Song Tingfan’s head was already a bit dizzy, but seeing all the dishes he held back from closing his eyes, seriously saying, "I’ve been practicing."

Uncle Lin said a boy who can’t drink isn’t a real man.

He wanted to be a real man.

Hearing this, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, perhaps he was a bit tipsy, she teased, "How many bowls can you drink?"

At most, Song Tingfan could only drink three bowls, but facing his sister-in-law’s gaze, he unnaturally lied, "Five bowls."

"Impressive."

Lin Qiao praised while carrying the dishes into the kitchen and Song Tingfan followed along.

Lin Xushi and Mrs. Lin Wu wanted to help, but Li Guifen quickly pulled them aside, "It’s getting late, take Ping’er and An’er to school."

With how little time their daughter has left with Song Tingfan, they should let the two have some time to foster their relationship.

Lin Xushi didn’t know her mother-in-law’s thoughts, immediately saying, "Dashan can take them, we’ll help with the dishes, otherwise little sis will be washing for ages." Saying that, she moved to go to the kitchen.

"There aren’t that many dishes, you go on, hurry, or you’ll be late and have to stand while reading."

Li Guifen unusually didn’t let them help, causing Lin Xushi and Mrs. Lin Wu to exchange a puzzled glance.

At this moment, Song Qin inserted lovingly, "It’s alright, let them wash."

Lin Xushi and Mrs. Lin Wu had no choice but to take the children to school, chatting along the way back.

Mrs. Lin Wu whispered, "Big sister-in-law, do you think Ma is always trying to put little sister and Tingfan together?"

"I noticed too, some days ago I even told Dashan that Ma might be trying to set little sister up with Tingfan, Dashan even said I was losing my mind."

Lin Xushi nodded and said, "I feel the same, actually it’s good for little sister, Tingfan is capable and honest, I quite like him."

"Me too, sigh, Tingfan is so handsome, little sister is also beautiful, they actually look good together."

Mrs. Lin Wu’s prejudice against Lin Qiao had long disappeared.

"Do you think Tingfan might be interested in little sister?"

"No idea, but I feel little sister isn’t interested in Tingfan."

...

Meanwhile

Little sister, who supposedly wasn’t interested in Tingfan, had just finished the first round of dishwashing, rinsed them with clean water, and was putting them in the cupboard.

She inadvertently noticed the young man sitting at the stove with his head drooping, seemingly asleep, feeling helpless yet amused, she went over and patted his shoulder, "Uncle, go take a nap."

It took a while for the young man to turn his head and show his handsome face with a drunken expression, his cheeks flushed under the firelight.

His eyes were hazy, voice slightly soft and cuddly, "Sister-in-law, what is it?"

Lin Qiao once again marveled at the villain’s looks, watching for a moment before awkwardly looking away, "Ahem, go take a nap."

"No, I’ll wait for you to sleep together." Song Tingfan likely didn’t even know what he was saying.

Lin Qiao choked on her saliva, "Cough, cough, cough..."

The villain should thank her for having integrity, otherwise, he’d already have been "defiled".

She continued tidying, and after finishing, led him back to the room to sleep, slightly tilting her head, motioning for him to get in bed, "Sleep now."

Song Tingfan nodded obediently, once in bed left half open, softly saying, "Sister-in-law, you sleep here."

Lin Qiao could guarantee that if he was sober he definitely wouldn’t say this, even if he did he’d be stammering.

She quietly raised an eyebrow, thinking that if he found out when sober, his face would probably resemble a red bottom.

"I’ll go sleep in my own room."

Hearing that his sister-in-law wouldn’t be sleeping there, Song Tingfan pursed his lips tightly, looking aggrieved, "Sister-in-law, don’t you like me anymore?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

She coaxingly explained, "No, the bed is small, it’ll be crowded with two."

"Not crowded, there’s still so much space." Song Tingfan pointed at the half bed.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She was about to say something when she noticed Li Guifen peeking in from the door, "..."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Li Guifen touched her nose, chuckling awkwardly, "The door’s open and it’s hot, I’ll close the door, take care of Tingfan since he’s had alcohol." With that, she came in and closed the door, cutting off Lin Qiao’s view.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She felt Li Guifen had even bolder thoughts than her, wasn’t she afraid of what could happen with a man and a woman alone in a room?

If Li Guifen knew what she was thinking, she’d surely glare at her, what was she thinking of Tingfan as, some kind of pervert?