Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 317 - 312: I Don’t Want Seven or Eight Kids, Just a Daughter Is Enough

Chapter 317: Chapter 312: I Don’t Want Seven or Eight Kids, Just a Daughter Is Enough

He was thinking about this, and so was Lin Han. He took a sip of wine and said, "Let’s see. Your aunt and I got pregnant with Da Sheng around this time."

The couple was surprisingly similar in some aspects.

Li Guifen "made a fuss" for a while before calming down. She remembered something and dragged out the basket from the corner, "Daughter, bring out two bowls, these vegetables might wilt."

Lin Qiao went to get the bowls and looked at the various greens. Having carried vegetables worth ten cents from afar, she was both amused and touched, "Next time, don’t bring them, it’s too much trouble for you both."

"Trouble? I even think this basket is too small. I asked your father to buy two big baskets, but no one was selling them."

Li Guifen took out some vegetables, revealing quite a few eggs in between. She was pleased and said, "Luckily, none of them are broken."

Lin Qiao roughly counted them. There were about forty or fifty, which were surely all the eggs from home. "You don’t need to bring the eggs; take them back with you later."

Over these years, although the sisters-in-law didn’t say anything, it’s inappropriate to do this since eggs aren’t cheap.

"How could I not? Your sisters-in-law even wanted to give you some more, but I didn’t take them." Li Guifen knew her thoughts and leaned in closer, "When you’re pregnant, eat more eggs. The baby will grow chubby and fair."

Everything could be related back to the baby, leaving Lin Qiao speechless: "..."

She couldn’t help but give her mother a sideways look, "Mom, can you stop? I’ve got calluses on my ears already."

"How much did I say to get calluses? When the baby is born, you might go deaf." Li Guifen smiled at her, then suddenly exclaimed, "How many were there again? You messed me up, girl."

"One, two, three, four, five..."

Seeing her start counting again, Lin Qiao was at a loss, "Don’t count. Take them back home later."

"I have to count, what if someone stole one or two? You don’t know, but there was a shifty-looking guy on the bus, and your dad and I were wary of him." Li Guifen started counting again.

Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched, then she squatted down to help count together.

The contents of the two baskets included at least a dozen different things; there was even a kitchen knife in there.

They said Lin Han bought a kitchen knife for them while buying one for his own family.

Lin Qiao couldn’t hold back her laughter, and Li Guifen found it amusing too. She looked at Lin Han, who was still drinking, "If I hadn’t stopped him, your dad would’ve brought a couple of straw sandals for Tingfan."

"When are you going to move the house over?" Lin Qiao blinked, teasing.

Li Guifen laughed, "If we could move it, your dad would’ve done so already. He misses you every day at home."

"You should move over. We can live together, and I’ll buy a big yard," Lin Qiao said earnestly, not joking at all.

Li Guifen wanted to be with her daughter, but parents don’t typically live with their daughters. Seeing her doing well was enough, "It’s better in the village. Just live well with Tingfan."

Lin Qiao didn’t say much, carrying the vegetables into the kitchen. She came out to see Lin Han holding onto Song Tingfan’s hand, talking non-stop. She glanced at the sky outside; it was getting late.

"Dad, Tingfan needs to go back to camp later..."

"Not going, I’ve already spoken with the lieutenant," Song Tingfan moved half of his stool to signal for her to sit and rest.

Just as Lin Qiao wanted to refuse, Li Guifen gently nudged her, and Song Tingfan took the opportunity to hold her hand, leading her to sit on the stool, speechless: "..."

She misunderstood Li Guifen; it was Song Tingfan she birthed.

Li Guifen chuckled from the other side and patted Lin Han’s hand, "Why are you holding on? Just talk."

Lin Han chuckled and let go of his hand.

Across from them, Song Tingfan, under the table, held Lin Qiao’s hand, pinching it lightly, and after a while, started playing with her fingers.

Like a toy.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She couldn’t help but pinch him, and he restrained himself. Just as it seemed to have calmed down, a hand appeared on her waist.

Li Guifen nudged Lin Han, indicating him to look—their daughter and Tingfan seemed affectionate.

Lin Han nodded repeatedly in agreement.

...

Later, they set up a big table of food at the shop, and the family gathered to eat together.

After dinner, they let Lin Han and Li Guifen retire to bed early. Song Tingfan glanced at Lin Qiao, "Mom, why don’t you sleep with Qiao’er?"

Understanding his good intention, Li Guifen declined. She was anticipating a grandchild, "No, no, no. I can’t sleep if I’m next to her. You two sleep together."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched. Was she a ghost, making it hard for others to sleep?

Finally, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan went back to their room.

Lin Qiao stood trying to digest the meal, fanning herself with a palm fan, occasionally tugging at her collar.

The weather was unbearably hot, making her want to invent air conditioning.

Ahem, she wasn’t capable of that.

Then, a deep, magnetic voice: "Take it off, there’s no one else here."

She turned to look and saw the man in just a white silk shirt, his sleeves rolled high. Moving her gaze up, his handsome face looked a bit delicate against the white backdrop.

His appearance was consistently striking every time.

Seeing her gaze on his face, Song Tingfan grinned and bent down to plant a kiss, "If you like looking, take a good look." He then took the fan from her and fanned her himself.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She snapped back to her senses, "Ahem, ahem... so sleepy, time for bed." Saying nothing further, she took off her shoes and got into bed.

Soon, Song Tingfan took off his shoes and got into bed, sticking close to her and continuing to fan her, "Qiao’er, I don’t want seven or eight kids, just one will do."

Clearly, he had heard the discussion from earlier. Lin Qiao closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

After waiting a long time without getting a response, Song Tingfan glanced at her. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, his eyes filled with amusement, "Let’s have a daughter, like you, and dress her in lots of new clothes..."

He continued talking non-stop, and Lin Qiao opened her eyes and glared at him, "Are you going to sleep or not? If not, you won’t be sleeping at all."

"Not planning to sleep for now, I want a daughter." Song Tingfan put down the fan and wrapped his arm around her waist, leaving no guesses as to his intentions.

Lin Qiao wanted a peaceful night and pushed at his face, "Song Tingfan, if you keep misbehaving, sleep elsewhere."

Song Tingfan took her hand and kissed it twice, "I won’t misbehave."

He paused and added, "Qiao’er, how about you join me for morning exercises?"

Implicitly, he was suggesting she was too weak.

Weak-bodied Lin Qiao: "..."

Clearly, he was the one being too demanding, yet he claimed she was weak?

Irritated, she glared at him, "If you’re so capable, let me be on top."

The words slipped out, and she froze, coughing awkwardly. Damn, what had she said?

The room fell silent for a while. The man probably didn’t expect her to say something so... bold.

Just as she was thinking of using a bathroom break to ease the awkwardness in the room, suddenly, she felt a tightness around her waist and found herself pressed against him in the next moment.

In a low, hoarse voice, he said, "Alright."

Alright...

Lin Qiao shamefully blushed...