Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 287 - 282: I’m Not a Child, Don’t Try to Coax Me

Chapter 287: Chapter 282: I’m Not a Child, Don’t Try to Coax Me

If it were possible, Lin Qiao would love to, but she didn’t dare to say it out loud. Besides, Li Guifen would scold her, and not to mention the villain glaring at her from a distance, she’d likely fall out with her.

Falling out is a minor issue; if she does something again, Lin Qiao really couldn’t handle it.

"No, Song Tingfan is honest and won’t act recklessly."

She silently added to herself, even if he does, it’s fine.

Li Guifen probably saw Song Tingfan too, she didn’t continue talking, "I don’t care about you, anyway, once Tingfan leaves, you follow along; if not, your father and I will drive you out."

Regarding her temperament, Lin Qiao knew well that she would definitely do this. She tried to reason with her, "Mother, the shop hasn’t been open for long. If I leave, there’s no one to look after it. Moreover, Tingfan is going to Lunan City for matters; what would I do? I’d probably burden him with taking care of me all day, which is exhausting."

Seeing that she didn’t say anything, indicating she was listening, Lin Qiao continued, "This child thing should be natural, it’ll happen when the time is right."

"How can it happen if you’re not sleeping together every day?" Li Guifen glared at her.

Lin Qiao: "..."

In the Lin Family, it seems Li Guifen is the smartest. No wonder people in the village say they’d rather provoke a vicious dog than Lin Han’s wife.

"Stop yammering with me here, you must go with Tingfan. If you’re pregnant and inconvenient later, then come back, and we will take care of you."

Li Guifen had her own considerations. Her daughter and Tingfan were young; it was best to have a child now. In the future, when they’re older, it might be harder to conceive. If they don’t leave a descendant for Song’s second family, people might gossip.

Moreover, Song’s second family would be more considerate, and naturally, they would treat her daughter well for the child’s sake.

Lin Qiao’s eyebrows twitched; if she could only return when pregnant, she might as well die of old age outside, "Master Qian, I’ll handle it. You go do something else."

She didn’t want to continue talking with Li Guifen and quickly stepped into the kitchen.

Li Guifen stood behind, fuming but didn’t give up; however, her daughter’s words woke her up, where would they stay in Lunan City?

She went to ask Song Tingfan, "Tingfan, where will Qiao’er stay with you? Surely not in the military camp with you?"

"There’s a place. The General gave me a small house. I’ve already written to someone to help tidy it up. Originally, I was also planning to take Grandma and them over, so it’s easier to take care of them." Song Tingfan nodded.

Upon hearing this, Li Guifen was relieved, her smile returning, "That’s good, that’s good."

She paused, then added, "Sigh, Qiao’er is worried about the shop and doesn’t want to trouble you. Talk to her well about this tonight, Tingfan."

"She’s soft-hearted. If you talk long enough, she’ll definitely agree."

"Okay." Song Tingfan glanced at the kitchen and nodded.

The busy Lin Qiao in the kitchen didn’t know Li Guifen was giving tips to Song Tingfan. By the time she found out, it was already too late.

...

After dusk, Fan’an Cake Shop closed its doors.

Under the peach tree in the backyard, a woman sat at a table, her hands busy with an abacus, while occasionally jotting down notes in an account book. Suddenly, a bowl of pale yellow water was placed beside her.

Steam gently wafted from the water.

She glanced up, meeting the man’s handsome face, and smiled, "You go back inside, I’ll be in once I finish calculating."

"It’s fine, I’ll practice my boxing in the yard."

Song Tingfan had changed into slightly snugger clothes, and he moved to the corner of the yard near the post and began practicing boxing.

After a good while, Lin Qiao finished her accounts, her gaze landing on the man not far away. His punches were strong and landed heavily on the post.

Well, if that punch landed on her, she’d probably die on the spot.

Just as she thought this, there was a "crack," followed by a "thud." The previously fine cross-shaped post was now half-broken on the ground.

A crack appeared in her gorgeous face, "..."

Song Tingfan bent down to pick up the wood, meeting her gaze with a gentle expression, "Finished calculating?"

"Yes, finished. Are you hungry? I’ll cook something for you." Lin Qiao’s smile was a bit stiff.

"Not hungry."

Song Tingfan threw the piece of wood into the stove, then went to the kitchen to ladle water for washing up.

A quarter of an hour later, inside the house.

Song Tingfan sat with his back to Lin Qiao. Lin Qiao glanced at him, then untied her dudou, went to bed, and pulled the thin quilt over, "Okay."

Since that time, Song Tingfan would intentionally give her time to get into bed.

Upon hearing her, he finally turned around. As expected, she was lying with her back to him, but even so, he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.

She’s not as resistant as she used to be; just wait a little longer.

He took off his clothes and got into bed, inching inward slightly. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke, "Come with me to Lunan City, alright?"

The man’s deep voice was deliberately softened, making it hard for someone to resist.

Lin Qiao couldn’t stand him like this, touched her nose awkwardly, "After some time, when the shop stabilizes, I’ll come."

"How long is ’some time’?"

"About half a year."

"Half a year, then another half a year?"

"..."

He’d completely seen through Lin Qiao’s thoughts.

"I’m not a child, don’t coax me. Do you not want to be with me?" The man’s voice trailed off, sounding a bit aggrieved.

Lin Qiao quickly turned her head, "No, I don’t mind being with you. After half a year, I’ll go to Lunan City. No, I can do it in three months."

"Can’t you come with me now?" Song Tingfan’s deep eyes gazed at her.

"The shop..."

"Is the shop more important than me?"

He wanted an honest answer, and Lin Qiao was stumped. But without thinking, she replied, "Of course you’re more important."

"Then come with me." Song Tingfan’s tone was slightly assertive yet tender.

"Ting..."

Lin Qiao stopped abruptly, seeing him suddenly approach. She turned slightly and quickly changed the subject, "Let’s talk about it tomorrow." As she spoke, she moved a little inward.

She was really "afraid" of him now.

At least he didn’t resort to violence.

Song Tingfan naturally noticed her movement, reaching for the fan next to her pillow. He fanned her lightly, "Why not now?"

He must be pretending to be clueless. How could he not know why when he’s so close?

Lin Qiao realized this couldn’t go on; she was being too passive. With this in mind, she said calmly, "Tingfan, scoot over a bit, you’re too close, it’s hot."

Song Tingfan paused slightly, then said seriously, "If you agree to come, I’ll move over."

"..."

Lin Qiao found herself at a loss for words.

Agreeing to let him join the military was indeed a mistake.

He used to be so obedient, whatever she said went. Now, he’s like a "rebellious son."

During the silence, Song Tingfan moved slightly closer again. She quickly spoke, "Tingfan, don’t mess around. I’ll... I’ll go."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it, wanting to slap herself. Why did she agree?

"No backing out, if you do, I’ll tie you up and take you." Song Tingfan’s mouth curved into a pleasant arc, then he shifted slightly outward.