Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 335 - 330: Used to Be So Eager

Unable to see the woman’s face, Song Tingfan pursed his lips and said, "I’m back, don’t be afraid."

After a while, when the woman in his arms had calmed down a bit, he added, "I’ll get the doctor."

Lin Qiao grabbed his hand, her eyes red, and explained, "I’m fine. Mom and Zhang Dong’s mom got into a fight. I saw the village chief coming, so I told a lie."

Sigh, in this situation, she could only confess honestly. After all, Li Guifen and the others knew. If the lie were exposed, it would be hard to cover up.

For some reason, Song Tingfan breathed a sigh of relief and advised, "Don’t open the door casually next time."

"Okay."

Lin Qiao noticed that he didn’t ask about Zhang Dong’s mom wanting her to marry into their family, and she felt a bit surprised. By logic, a suspicious villain should suspect her, right?

She didn’t know that today’s kitchen incident had "won over" the villain’s heart.

Even though she said she was fine, Song Tingfan still didn’t let her go to the kitchen and even washed sour fruits for her to eat.

The sour taste in her mouth made Lin Qiao feel much better, but she was increasingly puzzled by the villain. If not for his expression, he was almost like the old Song Tingfan.

Extremely good to her, this vicious supporting female character.

Aside from having a child, she couldn’t find any legitimate reason.

...

After dinner, Song Tingfan washed the dishes, rolled down his sleeves, and looked at the woman beside him, who was touching her belly, "I’m going out for a while."

The sky outside was already dark, and Lin Qiao instinctively asked, "Where to?"

"Going to Big Brother’s house to get something." Song Tingfan pointed to the things by the corner of the wall.

Lin Qiao said, "Oh," and thought it was good to take a walk after dinner, "I’ll go with you."

"No need, I’ll be back soon."

Song Tingfan’s expression was firm, so Lin Qiao had no choice but to give up. After he left, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it felt. He definitely wasn’t just going to Song An’s house.

Suddenly, she thought of something. What if he was going to kill Zhang Dong’s mom!

It wasn’t her fault for having wild thoughts; in her dreams, people who offended the villain never survived.

She couldn’t sit still, quickly got up, but stopped after a few steps outside.

It was too dark now; she couldn’t find where Song Tingfan was.

...

Zhang Family

There was wind at night, the courtyard gate wide open, with several people talking in the yard.

Suddenly, the sound of "dong dong" knocking on the door echoed. The people looked over, but the sky was dark, and they couldn’t see clearly.

Old Man Zhang asked, "Who is it?"

"Song Tingfan." The man’s voice was heavy.

The courtyard fell into silence; everyone knew why he was here. Old Man Zhang didn’t respond, nor did the others.

But Song Tingfan walked in and straightforwardly said, "Will you send her to the government office tomorrow, or should I?"

Immediately, the people’s expressions changed. Zhang Dong’s father, though he looked down on Song’s second family, knew he was at fault, "Tingfan, it was our mistake in this matter, I apologize."

"Then kneel." A cold glint flashed in Song Tingfan’s eyes, his tone devoid of emotion.

Zhang Dong’s father looked uncomfortable, "Song Tingfan, don’t push it too far. We’ve already apologized."

Song Tingfan’s brows furrowed slightly, a hint of fierceness in his eyes. He approached step by step and then, without saying a word, kicked him, sending Zhang Dong’s father sprawling to the ground.

The kick wasn’t light, and Zhang Dong’s father cried out in pain, "Ouch, my ribs."

The sudden turn of events scared the Zhang Family. Zhang Dong quickly shielded his father, "Song Tingfan, we really apologize for today."

"Kneel." Song Tingfan’s tone was cold.

If circumstances were different now, he would have taken their lives.

He despised them intensely.

Zhang Dong hesitated, thought of something, then knelt on the ground, "I’m sorry."

"If you come again next time, it won’t be this simple." Song Tingfan threw down this sentence, turned, and left without a care for the Zhang Family.

After waiting and waiting, it took almost two quarters of an hour for Song Tingfan to return. Lin Qiao carefully observed his expression but couldn’t make anything out.

Her eyes flickered, then she hugged him, "Tingfan, you’re finally back. There was a rat just now; it scared me to death."

There was no smell of blood on his clothes.

Sigh, she relaxed a little.

"Where?" Song Tingfan let her hug him.

"The kitchen."

"Hmm, I’ll go check."

After entering the kitchen, Song Tingfan searched for a while before finding the rat hole. He left the kitchen, quickly took some poison powder, poured it into the hole, sealed it with a wooden board, and finally placed a heavy water jar on top.

Lin Qiao at the door: "..."

The former villain only used rat poison; the current villain even sealed the hole.

After about half a quarter of an hour, the two went inside.

When Lin Qiao lay down, Song Tingfan extinguished the oil lamp and got into bed. After lying down for a while, the woman didn’t cling to him as usual.

He pressed his lips together.

Lin Qiao was completely unaware of his thoughts. She was thinking about how to ask where he’d been.

Just as she was about to speak, a hand encircled her waist, gently pulling her against the warm chest.

She looked in surprise at him, quickly realized it wasn’t right, then returned to normal and, hugging him, playfully said, "Tingfan, don’t misbehave."

"Mom said nothing in the first three months, endure it a bit longer."

Her reaction was quick, the man didn’t sense anything amiss. Instead, because the woman was leaning against him, he inexplicably calmed down significantly.

Before he could reply, she added, "If you’re really uncomfortable, I can use my hand... to help."

She was sure he wouldn’t, so she dared say that. In the past, she wouldn’t have dared.

"No need." Song Tingfan’s tone was calm, without a hint of desire, as if he wasn’t tempted by Lin Qiao at all.

Lin Qiao noticed and felt a bit uncomfortable. After all, she was a beautiful woman, yet he felt nothing holding her.

In fact, deep down, she vaguely knew he had a knot in his heart.

Those things couldn’t be untied; only time could gradually fade them away.

Sigh, poor thing...

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and complained softly, "Tingfan, I feel like you’re cold to me now. You used to be so eager, now you don’t even want to hold or kiss me."

"I don’t care; kiss me once?"

The room was silent for a while. Song Tingfan took a palm fan and started fanning, "Sleep."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She left his embrace, moved to the furthest side, and pretended to be angry, "If you won’t kiss, then don’t kiss. You won’t get one either."

Sigh, it has to be gradual.

With his arms empty, Song Tingfan’s hand subconsciously clenched, but he said nothing.

After a while of silence between the two, Lin Qiao couldn’t hold out, yawned twice, and fell asleep.

As for Song Tingfan, it took him a long time to sleep. His sleep was restless, as scenes from the brothel savagely replayed in his mind.

Eventually, he snapped his eyes open, locking onto the woman’s pretty face, and instinctively squeezed her neck, his gaze fierce.

It was because she saw his restless sleep that Lin Qiao had moved closer intending to call him. She never expected he would squeeze her neck. Her first thought was it was over; she was going to be strangled.

She slapped his hand hard, trying to struggle free, but his grip was surprisingly strong, not budging at all.