Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 255 - 250: He’s Not Little Uncle, He’s Little Uncle-in-Law

Chapter 255: Chapter 250: He’s Not Little Uncle, He’s Little Uncle-in-Law

Lin Han was taken aback for a moment, his mind struggling to process, "What do you mean?"

"I only want to marry Sister-in-law. If she doesn’t marry, I won’t marry either."

Song Tingfan thought of the earlier incident, instinctively pressed his lips, and explained again, "Sister-in-law has some resistance to me, that’s why she said that just now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Han’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Really?"

He nodded slightly.

Lin Han grinned, "I knew you weren’t that kind of person, Tingfan. Your sister-in-law isn’t resisting you; she’s just afraid of wronging you."

"Both your aunt and I know that this situation wrongs you..."

Before he could finish, Song Tingfan interrupted him, "It’s not wronging me; it’s wronging Sister-in-law. These years, the family has relied on her, and I owe her."

If not for Sister-in-law, he wouldn’t be at ease with the family, and wouldn’t leave Grandma and Grandpa to serve in the army for so many years.

He understood this in his heart; his sister’s hardships over the years were worthwhile. Lin Han shook his head, "It’s not about owing or not owing; it’s normal for a family to care for each other. Your sister-in-law has never complained."

He chuckled and then added, "It’s not that we fear you’ll feel wronged. I’ve complained before."

Even if he understood his daughter’s hardships, he would still complain.

After all, people have their little thoughts.

"I know," Song Tingfan nodded.

Since that summer, he hadn’t heard Lin Qiao complain. Sometimes he wished she would vent to him, blame him a bit.

Her heart must have been so bitter...

After chatting for a while, Lin Han noticed it was getting late and invited him to stay for lunch, "Stay here for a meal. Go home and tell Grandma and the rest to come over and eat."

"Alright," Song Tingfan nodded.

Lin Han chuckled a few times, and after Song left, quickly went inside the house to find his wife with swollen eyes from crying again.

"Stop crying, your eyes will hurt if you continue."

He used his sleeve to wipe her tears and added, "There might still be hope for the girl’s and Tingfan’s situation. Tingfan just said he doesn’t have a girl he likes; he said that because he felt the girl had some resistance to him."

"Don’t try to comfort me; I’ll stop crying when I’m done." Li Guifen sniffed.

"Why would I comfort you? Have I ever comforted you since we got married?"

"Haven’t you? I said not to buy those pastries, but you bring them every time you go to town."

Seeing her mixing the pastry-buying matter with the girl’s situation, Lin Han was amused, "How is that comforting you? If you want to eat, I’ll buy them for you."

Back when we just had a daughter, the family was strapped for cash, and his wife would dream of pastries. Even without silver coins, he’d borrow to buy them for her.

"When did I say I wanted to eat, I never said such things."

Li Guifen denied, glaring at him.

"Okay, okay, you never did. It was wrong of me to comfort you before, but I absolutely haven’t comforted you about the girl’s situation. Tingfan said if the girl doesn’t marry, he won’t either."

"Did he really say that?"

"Yes, indeed."

Only after his repeated assurances did Lin Guifen believe, "I knew Tingfan was reliable, different from others outside."

She subconsciously forgot what was just said.

Lin Han chuckled but didn’t point it out, "I’ve asked Tingfan and the others to eat, you can start cooking, and I’ll go weigh some meat."

Upon hearing this, Li Guifen quickly got up, "I’ll start cooking right away; weigh a bit more."

She walked a few steps, then turned around, "Let’s just buy some flour too, we’ll make dumplings. Tingfan likes dumplings."

"You do what you feel is best, I’m just here to run errands." Lin Han took the silver coins and headed out into the glaring sun.

...

Song’s second family

When Song Tingfan returned, Lin Qiao was about to wash the rice, "Grandpa weighed some meat, so if we don’t eat it, it’ll probably spoil."

"Bring it over and we’ll eat together."

Song Tingfan noticed some residue on her head, reached out to remove it.

"Okay, I’ll call Grandma to stop picking vegetables." Lin Qiao had just broomed off the roof, patting her head.

Mrs. Fan was embarrassed to go, saying she’d just heat something up at home to eat, but Lin Qiao insisted, "Grandma, if you don’t go, my mom will surely scold me. Let’s go together."

"Let’s go together." Song Qin happily pulled her forward.

Lin Qiao locked the door, following behind them, with Song Tingfan also in tow.

April’s sunshine, though not as fierce as summer, was still somewhat glaring.

As Lin Qiao wanted to raise her hand to shield her eyes, her vision suddenly dimmed when she looked up to meet Song Tiefan’s gaze, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Song Tingfan frowned slightly, apparently not liking her thanks, "I used to say thanks, and you’d tap my forehead." While speaking, he glanced at her forehead.

Lin Qiao hadn’t anticipated him growing up, treating her equally, "..."

She raised her hand and tapped her own forehead, seriously promising, "There won’t be a next time."

Song Tingfan hadn’t expected her to tap herself, too late to intervene, he glanced at her reddened forehead and said solemnly, "Family members shouldn’t say thanks."

"Alright, alright, I definitely won’t say it next time."

Looking at her cheerful face, Song Tingfan’s inner gloom dissipated quite a bit, he smiled softly, "Good."

When they arrived at the Lin Family, Li Guifen and others were already making dumplings, Lin An and Lin Ping were learning to wrap, and upon seeing Lin Qiao, they joyfully called, "Auntie."

"How many have you wrapped?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Lin Qiao reached out to touch their heads.

"I wrapped eight."

"I also wrapped eight, but brother even messed up one just now."

"Didn’t you just mess up one too? I saw it."

Lin An and Lin Ping started arguing, Li Guifen quickly chimed in, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. You’ve only been calling Auntie, why not call Grandma and Grandpa too?"

Lin An and Lin Ping immediately obediently called out, "Grandma Song, Grandpa Song, Granny Fan..."

Perhaps because Song Tingfan had changed, they seemed unfamiliar, unsure what to call him.

"Can’t recognize Uncle anymore?"

Lin Qiao held back laughter and added, "Uncle once didn’t eat any candy himself just to share with you, yet you can’t recognize him? Oh dear, Uncle is so heartbroken."

Lin Ping glanced at Song Tingfan, seriously shook his head, "He’s not Uncle, Uncle is more handsome."

At once, everyone burst into laughter, Lin Qiao took a glance at Song Tingfan, was indeed handsomer before, but now more appealing to girls.

Lin An, seeing his brother had spoken, unwillingly backed down, "He’s Auntie’s husband."

"What are you saying, child? This is your uncle." Mrs. Lin Wu quickly reprimanded.

"Uncle is Auntie’s husband, Grandma said..."

Lin Ping wanted to say more, but Li Guifen promptly interrupted, "You’re just too talkative, alright, if you’re not wrapping, go play with your brother." The two kids were "ushered" outside by the adults.

Lin Qiao went to the kitchen to scoop water to wash her hands, and just as she finished, Song Tingfan came in, rolled up his sleeves, and without a word, dipped his hands into the basin to wash.

In the past, he wouldn’t wash hands in the same basin simultaneously with her, Lin Qiao hesitated briefly, then quickly washed her hands and withdrew them, shaking off the water.

They went to the living room one after another, Lin Qiao squeezed a spot beside Li Guifen, and Li Guifen glanced at Song Tingfan, promptly made space, "Tingfan, come here and wrap, I’ll go to the kitchen to cook the soup ingredients."