Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 296 - 291: Unable to Act at All Now

Lin Qiao hesitated for a moment before nodding, but she still felt uneasy once she walked behind the screen. Sigh, the villain’s recent actions were really hard to trust.

She stuck her head out slightly to look and happened to see Song Tingfan with his bare upper body. She quickly averted her gaze.

He was washing up, which put her mind at ease.

But she had to admit, his body was really well-toned.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Qiao had dressed. She raised her hand and knocked on the screen, "Uncle, are you done washing?"

Realizing she had called him uncle again, she quickly corrected herself, "Tingfan."

The man responded with a simple "Mm."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao walked out, and seeing his upper body still bare, she froze for a moment.

Song Tingfan explained, "My hair got wet just now." While speaking, he glanced at her reaction, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

His hair was a bit damp, so he wasn’t lying. Lin Qiao shifted her gaze and then took out the account book, "You sleep first, I’ll go to sleep later."

As long as she didn’t sleep first, he wouldn’t dare move.

But obviously, she "underestimated" him.

Just as she touched the edge of the account book and before she could pull it out, her hand was held down, "It’s hard on the eyes, do it during the day."

"I’ll just do it for a while."

"No."

After a short standoff, Lin Qiao lay on the bed, the side beside her sinking slightly, and she moved a bit away.

The next moment, she was pulled back by someone, her eyes opened slightly.

"Go to sleep." Song Tingfan didn’t explain anything, seemingly assuming this was the right way to sleep.

Seeing her eyes open and not sleeping, "What’s wrong?"

"Tingfan, can you let go of me? I’m still not quite used to it, give me some time to adjust." Lin Qiao "humbly" found an excuse.

"You’ll get used to it after hugging more in the future."

"..."

The girl’s eyes were wide with a hint of innocent charm, and Song Tingfan’s throat moved instinctively, then he couldn’t help but kiss her forehead.

He originally intended to remind himself to keep some distance, didn’t expect the distance didn’t keep, instead, it grew closer, Lin Qiao: "..."

The words she had in her stomach suddenly couldn’t come out.

Now her acting couldn’t come into play at all.

Lin Qiao, cry quickly!!

She tried to work up tears for a long while but couldn’t cry.

She pinched her own thigh hard, immediately causing tears to glisten in her eyes, "Tingfan..."

"Don’t cry, I won’t mess around, if you don’t agree I won’t mess around." Song Tingfan’s heart softened instantly, awkwardly comforting her.

That night, Lin Qiao had a brief "victory," and Song Tingfan behaved himself again.

And this behavior lasted for several days, in the afternoon of the third day, two carriages arrived at a small courtyard in a certain place in Lunan City, a bit distanced from the city, it was relatively quiet.

The small courtyards here were basically lined up next to each other, looking uniformly built.

Lin Qiao hadn’t looked away yet when she saw several men standing at the doors gazing this way, as if looking at something rare.

"Vice General Song! You finally came." Suddenly, a sturdy young man ran out from the opposite side.

Vice General Song?

Turns out Song Tingfan was a Vice General, a Vice General seems to command a lot of troops, several thousand, Lin Qiao was slightly surprised, she thought Song Tingfan was just a leader of a few hundred people.

Climbing to the rank of Vice General in three years required solid ability.

No wonder he seemed like a different person upon returning.

This way he had to be a bit stern, or else he’d definitely be "bullied" by the soldiers under him.

"Have you completed the tasks I assigned?" Song Tingfan asked sternly and seriously.

"Completed, just waiting for you, Vice General, to come."

The sturdy young man, Gao Qiang, looked toward Lin Qiao and asked politely, "Is this the Vice General’s wife?"

He couldn’t help but "howl" in his heart, oh my, Vice General Song’s wife is even more beautiful than the courtesan in the brothel, no wonder he doesn’t join us for drinks and entertainment.

It makes sense if he didn’t care to.

Suddenly being addressed as "wife," Lin Qiao felt a bit uncomfortable, at this moment, Song Tingfan pulled her behind him, "Gao Qiang, five laps around."

"Yes." Gao Qiang answered energetically and then turned around to start running.

Not only was Song Tingfan transferred to Lunan City, but a hundred soldiers under him were also transferred here with him. This was arranged by the General for him to command, worried that he would find it difficult to manage new recruits alone.

In no time, others got the news that Vice General Song had brought his wife, and they all looked on curiously at the gate, but with the door tightly closed, they couldn’t see anything.

"Old rascal, did you see the Vice General’s wife?" Zhou Fu’an, who had a small mole on his face, yelled at Gao Qiang, who was being punished to run laps.

Even though the Vice General wasn’t here watching, Gao Qiang still didn’t dare slack off, he marched in place, "Yes, I saw her, stunningly beautiful."

He lowered his voice, "Even prettier than the courtesan."

Zhou Fu’an didn’t believe it; everyone knew Vice General Song’s wife was a country girl. How could a country girl be prettier than a courtesan?

If she were prettier than a courtesan, he’d eat shit.

"Vice General isn’t here, don’t try to flatter."

"Flatter my ass, believe it or not, makes no difference to me."

"Then let’s make a bet, if the Vice General’s wife is prettier than the courtesan, I’ll eat shit. If not, you treat us to drinks and I want the courtesan as company!"

"Get lost, screw that, I don’t want you eating shit. If Vice General’s wife is prettier than the courtesan, you treat me to drinks, and I want the courtesan too."

"Alright! Then go call out the Vice General’s wife for us to see."

"Wait."

After Gao Qiang finished his five laps, he went to his place to fetch some dried goods from his hometown, then gave a knowing glance to Zhou Fu’an, indicating to open his "dog eyes" wide to see clearly.

Facing Song Tingfan’s deadly glare, he bravely knocked on the door, after a while, the door opened.

As expected, it was the deadly glare.

He quickly raised the items in his hand, "Dried goods from my mom, brought to share with the old Madam and Madam."

"No need." Song Tingfan never accepted their things, and refused outright.

"Tingfan, where can we fetch water here? I didn’t see a well." Lin Qiao came out holding a wooden basin and smiled generously upon seeing Gao Qiang.

Gao Qiang quickly raised his hand, "It’s outside, let me show you, next time you’ll know where to go."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips in displeasure, then took the wooden basin from Lin Qiao’s hand, "I’ll go fetch it."

Lin Qiao thought she’d be living here for a long time and wanted to have a look around, "I’ll go with you."

The woman’s appearance was exceptionally beautiful, especially her charming eyebrows and eyes like inviting claws, and upon letting her gaze drop, compared to the average woman, she was taller and her loose clothes still couldn’t hide her curves.

Zhou Fu’an only took his gaze away after watching them walk away, clicking his tongue, wondering where Vice General Song found such a good-looking wife.

He also wanted to bring back a couple.

Aware of their "attention," Lin Qiao naturally noticed, although a bit overly heated, it wasn’t malicious.

More sincere than the village women’s gazes.

Song Tingfan’s face became gloomier as they walked, upon reaching the riverside to fetch water, he said in a deep voice, "Gao Qiang, tell them to get back inside."

"Yes."

Gao Qiang sensed his anger, and immediately ran back, after a while, his voice roared out, "All of you get back inside, if you don’t, I’ll deal with you according to military law."

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle, "Your comrades are quite easygoing."

Hearing her praise other men, Song Tingfan instinctively pursed his lips, speaking stiffly, "They’re no good, better not mingle with them."