Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 310 - 305: The Villain Is Just Like an Old Rascal

Chapter 310: Chapter 305: The Villain Is Just Like an Old Rascal

After waiting for a long time without a reply, Song Tingfan guiltily touched the tip of his nose, but his eyes betrayed a smile.

...

Not long after he left, Wei Yun’s servant came to call Lin Qiao. Lin Qiao changed her clothes and went out.

With the recommendation of the Deputy Steward, Wei Yun handed over the blueprints to the Embroidery Workshop Bureau.

Lin Qiao guessed that it had been approved, otherwise Wei Yun wouldn’t have called her.

Sure enough, the Embroidery Workshop Bureau was interested in their blueprints.

In the private room, there were four or five men dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly from wealthy families.

Seeing her arrival, Wei Yun motioned her to sit down in an empty seat. Lin Qiao didn’t know the others, so she couldn’t address them, and simply bowed.

"Mr. Wei, is this the seamstress?" A middle-aged man in a lake-blue robe scrutinized Lin Qiao, showing a bit of disrespect.

Wei Yun slightly frowned but quickly returned to normal, shaking his head, "No, she is the second head of our Ruyi Shop."

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the others became somewhat more respectful.

Lin Qiao was used to men’s gazes on women at the wine table, but she couldn’t help rolling her eyes internally.

The banquet didn’t mention anything serious; these people seemed to be stalling to gain some benefits.

After sending them off, Wei Yun’s expression immediately turned grim. Although not lacking in Silver Coin, he highly disliked this kind of situation. "For the blueprints, you adjust according to their changes," he said, rubbing his brow that was aching from drinking.

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded, glancing out the window. It was getting late, so she added, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first."

Seeing him rubbing his brow again, seemingly uncomfortable, knowing he had drunk a lot, she said, "I’ll call the servant for you."

"I sent him to fetch something."

Wei Yun stood up and swayed slightly. Lin Qiao quickly grabbed his clothes, "Are you alright?"

If something happened, she couldn’t explain it.

At that moment, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a voice sounded, "Stand still, search!"

Zhou Fu’an wielded a knife, and upon seeing who was inside, his eyes widened, as if he had caught the wild man with the wife of Vice General Song.

Lin Qiao was also surprised to see who it was and then wondered what they were searching for.

Both of them stood still.

Zhou Fu’an gestured to two colleagues behind him, instructing them to search.

After the search, they found nothing suspicious. However, Zhou Fu’an’s mind spun; he couldn’t let go of this wild man.

Publicly and professionally, he said, "You will come with me. Our vice general will question you."

Wei Yun’s face turned somber, "I have nothing to go with you for?"

"Just because you are here, you are suspicious." Zhou Fu’an said with a stern face.

Lin Qiao explained, "We’ve been here talking business."

What business could a man and a woman discuss alone?

Zhou Fu’an was about to say something when a voice came from behind, "Found anything?"

A tall man walked in, seeing a man and a woman inside, he pursed his lips instinctively.

Following his gaze, Lin Qiao looked at Wei Yun, "..."

It felt just like catching someone in an illicit affair.

She explained, "Vice General Song, we’ve been here discussing business, with people from the Embroidery Workshop Bureau too."

She was calling him Vice General Song because of the soldiers under his command nearby.

Vice General Song?

Song Tingfan felt stifled inside, wanting to say something, but held back, glancing at Zhou Fu’an, "Continue the search."

He then looked at the woman who called him Vice General Song, "You come out with me."

The two of them walked out to the corridor’s corner and stopped. Facing Song Tingfan’s gaze, Lin Qiao touched the tip of her nose, "What happened?"

"What did you call me just now?" Song Tingfan stared at her, clearly wanting an explanation.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She explained with an awkward smile, "I saw your colleagues were there and didn’t want to affect your work."

"Calling me husband wouldn’t affect my work." Song Tingfan had wanted to finish work early and go back, not expecting to find her out and about with another man.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Looking at his "agitated" state, she tugged on his sleeve softly, "Husband."

Having hit the right point, Song Tingfan suppressed his smile, finally unable to hold it back, "Wait for me for a bit, we’ll go back together."

"I was planning to check the store..." Lin Qiao started but quickly changed her words, "Alright."

Song Tingfan left her in the hall, then went with the search.

Lin Qiao looked at the soldiers filling the hall, thinking this must be quite a big deal. Not long after, it suddenly became noisy. She looked towards the source of the noise to see a man running wildly, seemingly trying to escape.

At this moment, Song Tingfan, who was originally on the second floor, jumped down, skillfully swinging a stool, hitting the fleeing man.

Soldiers moved forward to subdue him.

Song Tingfan glanced over, and said in a deep voice, "Take him back for questioning."

The man’s expression was stern, somewhat intimidating, unlike at home, and four words surfaced in Lin Qiao’s mind.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

...

Watching the two leave, Zhou Fu’an was puzzled, "Why isn’t Vice General Song angry? His wife with a wild man?"

Gao Qiang saw him still tangled in this issue and gave him a look suggesting he should pray for himself, "Old lecher, pray you’re still in the barracks tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Fu’an glared at him.

"Do you know who the wild man is? The second son of the Zhou family."

"Which Zhou family?"

"Which Zhou family is famous?"

"Damn! Could it be the family of Consort Wei?"

"That’s right, pray for yourself!!"

"It’s over."

...

The two went to the shop, which was almost finished. The head worker brought out the account book to settle the bills. Lin Qiao took the book and examined it carefully, pointing out problems quickly, "I’ve asked about this stool; it’s at most twenty-eight cents, why is it forty-eight cents?"

The head worker, accustomed to using his hands, didn’t expect her to spot it and immediately explained, "It was written wrongly, sorry, too tired."

Only a fool would believe him. Lin Qiao smiled wryly, "It’s okay, getting old is like this."

Her words were loaded; Song Tingfan chuckled softly to the side, the head worker’s face flushed.

The account book had four or five price discrepancies; the difference was at least three taels of silver. Lin Qiao couldn’t help but wear a stern face, but her tone remained restrained, "This account book needs redoing. If you’re too tired, have someone else write it, writing more is fine, writing less means all your work these days was for nothing."

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll have them rewrite it right away." The head worker wished he could find a hole to crawl into and walked away with the account book after speaking.

Suddenly, the man laughed lowly twice. Lin Qiao looked at him, puzzled, and instinctively asked, "What are you laughing at."

"Qiao’er, you take charge at home from now on." Song Tingfan leaned on his hand and quickly kissed her.

Lin Qiao instinctively looked around, seeing no one paying attention, she glared at him. She used to blush when speaking as a child, now he acted like an old rogue.

This wasn’t something she taught him; he learned to be bad on his own.