Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 338 - 333: Revenge for That Pinch (Thanks to Muziya and Shengpan for the Reward)

Chapter 338: Chapter 333: Revenge for That Pinch (Thanks to Muziya and Shengpan for the Reward)

The bruises on her neck were apparent; both of them knew without speaking. Naturally, they didn’t go burn incense to the Land God. Perhaps because Song Tingfan’s time was limited, he began helping her pack her things.

At first, Lin Qiao helped by the side, but later, feeling unwell, she went to bed to sleep.

She woke up only when Lin Sheng came to call them for dinner.

During dinner, learning they were to leave early tomorrow, Li Guifen and Lin Han went to the vegetable field and brought back a basket of vegetables.

Seeing them busy back and forth, Lin Qiao didn’t refuse and accepted them directly.

Returning to the house again, the sky had already turned pitch black.

It’s impossible to say there was no shadow cast in her heart, Lin Qiao glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye. The light from outside faintly showed he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

She let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes to sleep.

Just as she was dozing off, the man suddenly turned and embraced her in his arms. She stiffened instantly, but after a while, he didn’t make any more moves.

Lin Qiao hesitated between pushing him away and not, but ultimately, she didn’t struggle.

...

The sky brightened, and the two of them boarded the carriage to Lunan City. As they left, Li Guifen’s tears flowed, repeatedly urging Lin Qiao to take care of herself.

In the end, Lin Qiao’s eyes were slightly damp.

Inside the carriage.

Song Tingfan looked at the woman’s slightly reddened eyes and consoled her, "It’s okay, we’ll come back often in the future."

Whether we’d survive to come back, who knows.

This was Lin Qiao’s first thought, but she naturally didn’t say it, "Okay."

After that, she didn’t speak again.

Song Tingfan understood in his heart, the previous events had left a knot in hers, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Originally planning to rest in the county for a night before continuing, the carriage broke down halfway, and by the time it was fixed, it was already very late.

The mountain path at night was very quiet, without even the sound of insects.

Song Tingfan frowned, quickly spoke, "Go faster, hurry!"

Before Lin Qiao could ask anything, the carriage suddenly lurched forward. She instinctively protected her belly, and instead of the expected fall, an arm held her.

At this moment, the coachman’s pleading voice came from outside, "Have mercy, strong man, have mercy."

Then came a rough voice, "Shut up, and you, check your pockets. Those inside the carriage, get out!"

"Don’t go out."

Song Tingfan told her to cling to the carriage’s edge, then went outside, not paying attention to the robbers, first untying the carriage and the horse.

"Search the carriage!" The bandit leader, carrying a machete, approached but was kicked and sent flying before he could act.

The machete fell to the ground with a loud clang.

The others were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward.

Hearing the cries outside, Lin Qiao couldn’t help lifting the curtain. The moonlight was bright, and the scene was clearly visible. Around Song Tingfan lay scattered people.

Although ruthless, he had undeniable skill. If he had walked the right path, he wouldn’t have ranked lower than his official position in his past life.

Suddenly noticing a bandit behind him reaching for a knife, apparently trying to launch a sneak attack, she hurriedly shouted, "Tingfan, behind you."

Hearing this, the bandit grabbed the knife. Knowing there was a woman in the carriage, he didn’t foolishly attempt a sneak attack but instead ran toward the carriage.

Lin Qiao’s expression changed, and reacting quickly, she grabbed a nearby dish, keeping her eyes on the front of the carriage.

Assuming she was just a weak woman, the bandit didn’t take precautions. He lifted the carriage curtain, intending to enter, only to be met with a heavy object crashing down on him.

Simultaneously, something sharp pierced his chest from behind.

In the next moment, he fell straight to the ground, seemingly dead.

Fearing he wasn’t knocked out, Lin Qiao quickly grabbed another dish. But the next moment, the curtain was drawn again. Without thinking, she threw it.

With a "thud," it hit the person who entered directly.

Song Tingfan’s shoulder throbbed painfully, making him sway briefly, but he quickly steadied himself and said in a low tone, "It’s me."

Lin Qiao was stunned: "..."

Oh no, I hit Song Tingfan.

Well, oddly, there was a sense of satisfaction.

It was a sort of revenge for that earlier pinching.

Her eyes flicked around, and she immediately embraced him, feigning a frightened and panicked demeanor, "Tingfan, you scared me."

Song Tingfan’s body stiffened slightly. He raised his hand and patted her back, "It’s all right now."

After calming her down, he instructed her to wait in the carriage.

After lowering the carriage curtain, he initially took a step forward but then stepped back, looking down at the dead body on the ground. The scent of blood faintly lingered.

He bent down, grabbed the dead man’s collar, and with a slight exertion, tossed him into the mountain gully.

Lin Qiao had just lifted the carriage curtain, and her eyes widened, scaring her into trembling. She quickly lowered it again.

Her heart raced, and she felt suffocated.

Help... me...

The coachman outside had even less tolerance, directly rolling his eyes and fainting.

Unware of the pair’s reactions, Song Tingfan, with a cold expression, approached the first bandit who had spoken.

"Within a quarter of an hour, I want to see the horse, or you’ll all die."

The last two words were lowered, likely fearing the woman inside the carriage would hear them.

The bandit chief usually only scared people and had never witnessed real killing. He trembled immediately, "I-I’ll go right away."

"Have someone else go." Song Tingfan said coldly.

In a hurry, the bandit chief ordered, "Er Gou, quickly, go and bring the horse down, hurry." By the end, he was almost crying.

It took two more moments for the horse to arrive.

The leading bandit was scared witless, kowtowing constantly, "Spare me, hero, spare me." After that, he dashed off and soon disappeared from sight.

With the horse secured, Song Tingfan didn’t pay them any attention and attached the carriage to the horse. Then he glanced at the coachman fainted from fright on the ground, pursed his lips, bent down, and pinched the man heavily around the philtrum.

The coachman woke up, and upon seeing who it was, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

Song Tingfan pursed his lips again, then dragged him onto the outer board of the carriage.

He lifted the curtain to look at the woman inside, the carriage being too dark to see her expression clearly, "Are you seated properly?"

"Sit-sitting... properly." Lin Qiao couldn’t help but stutter.

Even if the King of Heaven came at this moment, she’d still tremble.

"Okay." Song Tingfan lowered the carriage curtain and drove away. By the time they reached the county, it was two or three hours later, and the sky was already light.

They didn’t continue traveling, opting to rest at an inn.

After Lin Qiao fell asleep, Song Tingfan headed to the government office to report last night’s incident with the bandits.

Initially, the County Magistrate paid no heed, but seeing the token Song Tingfan presented, he promptly knelt, "Hon-hon...orable officer, I-I-I’ll send someone right away to capture them."

"Make it quick, I want results within three days."

"Y-yes, definitely will capture them."

Leaving the government office, a nearby noodle stall called out to him, "Guest, have a bowl of noodles before you leave, cheap and delicious."

Song Tingfan halted his steps, his gaze falling on the stone steps nearby, his mind flashing with images of a man and woman.

"Is it salty?"

"Not salty."

"I won’t eat, I’ll find another place."

"Sis."

"I’ll marry you when I return."

The youthful joy and anxiety he felt back then seemed to resonate within him as if it was naturally his own.