Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 313 - 308: He Poisoned Someone to Death—What Is There for Her to Care About?

Chapter 313: Chapter 308: He Poisoned Someone to Death—What Is There for Her to Care About?

As Lin Qiao scrutinized her, Qin Wuli also assessed her, thinking there was no exaggeration to her foxy and seductive appearance.

With a disdainful "hmph," she said, "What’s so special about this type of woman? Can’t carry, can’t fight. Are you Song Tingfan’s wife?"

Her tone was obviously unpleasant, and Lin Qiao felt somewhat speechless. What’s with the "hmph"? After all, she was her lifesaver!

Not bothering to engage, Lin Qiao was about to walk in when a tall figure emerged from the tent, calling out mildly anxiously, "Qiao’er."

Lin Qiao nodded and handed her the food box, "The family stewed chicken, I brought some over for you."

Before Song Tingfan could speak, Qin Wuli, feeling ignored, was somewhat displeased, "Why are you so ill-mannered? I’m talking to you!"

No wonder she got poisoned!

Lin Qiao’s almond-shaped eyes shifted slightly, her tone neither cold nor warm, "You’re speaking to me? I thought some ill-mannered person was yelling."

She’s not to be bullied.

Next to her, Gao Qiang couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Upon receiving a glare from Qin Wuli, he quickly stifled it.

Song Tingfan spoke with a heavy tone, "You can’t enter my tent without my permission this time; next time, according to military regulations, you will be punished with thirty strokes."

"Gao Qiang, Zhou Fu’an, this time you’ll take the punishment for her, pick up ten rods after eating."

This indeed was a dereliction of duty by Zhou Fu’an and Gao Qiang; others aren’t allowed to enter the tent without permission.

Gao Qiang and Zhou Fu’an simultaneously answered, "Understood."

Song Tingfan’s punishment made Qin Wuli’s face hard to keep up, and she stormed off after shooting a glare at Lin Qiao.

Innocent Lin Qiao: "..."

Maybe this person has a screw loose.

She said to Song Tingfan, "I’ll head back now. You should eat it while it’s hot."

"Eat with me, there’s more than enough food." Song Tingfan nervously grabbed her, afraid she would suspect something between him and Qin Wuli.

However, Lin Qiao was completely at ease, no, totally at ease.

She glanced at the large hand on her wrist, "Grandma and the others are still waiting for me, eat more yourself." With that, she gestured for him to let go.

At this moment, Zhou Fu’an gave the couple some privacy, cleverly offering, "I happen to need to head back as well, let me pass the word for you."

"Mm, thank you."

Song Tingfan led Lin Qiao into the tent. Inside was as spartan as outside, with just a simple bunk, table, and stools.

"Sit."

Song Tingfan wiped down a stool with a cloth before handing it to her, then tidied up the table, setting out the meal.

Seeing he gave her half the food, Lin Qiao quickly held up her hand, "I can’t eat that much, send half of it back."

"Finish it."

Song Tingfan was slightly stern, then sat beside her, picking up two pieces of chicken for her, lips pursed, explaining seriously, "She barged in."

"I know." Lin Qiao replied offhandedly.

She didn’t seem to care about him interacting with other women. Song Tingfan tightened his grip on his chopsticks, eating silently.

After a while, Lin Qiao noticed something was off with him and gave him several sidelong glances. Why was he suddenly displeased?

She added two more pieces of chicken to his plate, "Tingfan, eat more meat."

Song Tingfan still said nothing.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Unable to figure it out, she decided to focus on her meal.

The two said nothing for a while until Lin Qiao saw him set down his bowl and chopsticks, then stood up to clear the table.

But before she could act, a strong pull landed her in a warm embrace. She looked up in a daze at the handsome man, "What’s wrong?"

Song Tingfan hugged her tightly, bluntly asking, "Do you not care at all if I’m with other women?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

So that’s what upset him.

He even poisoned the person; what was there to care about?

Well, unless he thought her death wasn’t tragic enough?

But she definitely couldn’t say that, sincerely replying, "No, I trust you."

Song Tiefan, however, was not satisfied with her answer; she clearly didn’t care, "You’re lying."

Again exposed, Lin Qiao: "..."

Earlier, she acted so realistically; how did it seem like a lie?

Seeing his relentless pursuit, she lifted her head slightly to plant a kiss on him, "Tingfan, I truly trust you."

Her sudden kiss startled Song Tingfan, his ears turning a bit red, and all his frustration disappeared without a trace.

He couldn’t help but smile, then lowered his head to kiss her back.

Having appeased the "child," Lin Qiao patted his chest, signaling to get up, "Go ahead with your work. I’m heading back; I still need to go to the shop this afternoon."

"Alright." Reluctantly, Song Tingfan let her go.

Neither emerged for most of the day, and Gao Qiang, outside the door, mischievously wondered if they were secretly... together?

He was about to sneak a peek inside the tent when Lin Qiao suddenly lifted the curtain and came out, startling him, "Scared me to death, my goodness!"

Lin Qiao gave him a peculiar look, quickly walked away.

Right after, Song Tingfan came out of the tent, giving Gao Qiang, who was patting his chest, a glance. No need to guess what he was doing.

Gao Qiang gave him a meaningful look and leaned over, whispering, "Vice General Song, wasn’t that a little too short? Cough, it should at least last half an hour."

"Not off for your punishment yet?" Song Tingfan shot him an icy glance.

Gao Qiang scurried off promptly, "Right away."

Halfway there, he grabbed Zhou Fu’an, who was returning, "Let’s go take the punishment together. I have to tell you, Vice General Song was in the tent with his wife for almost half an hour."

"Vice General Song isn’t too great, too short."

Intrigued, Zhou Fu’an asked, "Really? Did you see it?"

"I was just about to, but his wife came out, scared me to death."

"No wonder Vice General Song doesn’t drink with us, turns out he was afraid of being shown up."

...

After evening had passed, and the camp was dismissed, Gao Qiang and Zhou Fu’an invited several people to drink at the brothel. They saw Song Tingfan preparing to ride home, and Gao Qiang nudged Zhou Fu’an.

Hurry up and invite Vice General Song to come.

Zhou Fu’an had the same thought, quickly running up, "Vice General Song, come with us for a drink at the brothel, Gao Qiang’s treating."

Gao Qiang: "..."

He only earned three taels a month.

"Not going."

Just as Song Tingfan was about to mount his horse, Zhou Fu’an grabbed him, whispering, "Vice General Song, drinking isn’t about doing anything, just go learn something."

"Mingshan’s wife left because he was inadequate; you should learn a bit for mutual pleasure, for both you and your wife to enjoy."

Every man has his pride, and upon hearing this, Song Tingfan’s face darkened, "Got leisure? Go clean the latrines."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fu’an quickly waved his hand and ran, "No leisure, no leisure."

...

Song Family

Hearing hoofbeats, Song Qin quickly came out of the kitchen, smiling, "It must be Niu Niu back."

Sure enough, opening the door revealed Song Tingfan leading his horse, "Niu Niu, come in quickly, Qiao’er is making tofu cakes, your favorite with spring onion and meat."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan glanced toward the kitchen, clearly seeing the woman busy with a spatula, his heart inexplicably full.

He once thought he could only hunt in the village. Now he is a soldier, married, with his grandparents by his side.

He was already content.

After a few years, saving enough money, he planned to leave the army, to spend quality time together.

And maybe have a daughter.