Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 276 - 271: I’ve Grown Up, Now It’s My Turn to Hold Your Hand

Chapter 276: Chapter 271: I’ve Grown Up, Now It’s My Turn to Hold Your Hand

Lin Qiao nodded.

"Your mother has been talking about you for several days. This morning, she was still saying that if you don’t come back tomorrow, she’ll come and get you. But she couldn’t sit still even until noon and took the donkey cart to town."

Lin Han comforted her and said, "It’s nothing, your mother might just yell a little bit."

Li Guifen, knowing her husband’s behavior well, was certain he was speaking ill of her to their daughter. She glared at him, "Lord, can you fetch some water for me to wash my hands?"

Lin Han, caught by his wife’s call, quickly raised his hand, "Sure, sure, I’ll go right away." He then hurried to the kitchen.

"Brother-in-law, when will we have a little sister?" Lin Ping suddenly asked boldly.

Caught off guard, Lin Qiao choked on her own saliva, "Cough cough cough."

Lin Xushi hurriedly covered Lin Ping’s mouth, "You child, if you don’t understand, don’t speak nonsense. What little sister? There’s no little sister, it’s a little brother."

Having a son brings respect.

Thinking she was stopping Lin Ping, Lin Qiao: "..."

Song Tingfan glanced at her, then replied seriously, "Either is fine."

Li Guifen heard this outside the door, her mouth spread into a wide smile, and she walked away satisfied, heading to the kitchen.

During dinner, Lin Han and the others wanted to drink, but Lin Qiao quickly stopped them, "Let’s not drink; it’s too late."

Antagonists getting drunk can cause a ruckus.

"Drink, drink, drink; you only know how to drink. I’ve told you so many times, you have a lot to do tomorrow." Li Guifen, worried that drinking might delay tomorrow’s tasks, also disagreed with them drinking.

The person with the most authority spoke, so naturally, Lin Han couldn’t drink and sulkily returned the wine bottle to the room.

Even without drinking, the group chatted for a long time, and it was completely dark outside.

Lin Han, not reassured about his daughter’s return, offered to accompany them home, "I’ll see you home."

Lin Qiao hadn’t said anything yet when Li Guifen "jabbed" at Lin Han, "What are you going for? With Tingfan there, there’s nothing to worry about."

Lin Han, the simple-minded man, didn’t understand his wife’s intention, "I’m her father; I should see them off."

Li Guifen: "..."

The daughter’s brain is just like his, not smart at all.

Lin Shan cleared his throat, "Dad, it’s not far in the same village. No need to see them off. If you do, little sis will worry about you."

Despite their poor acting skills, Lin Qiao held back from exposing them.

"Uncle Lin doesn’t need to see us off," Song Tingfan agreed in a low voice.

In the end, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan went back together.

Although carrying an oil lamp, the visibility was still dim. Song Tingfan’s fingers moved by his side and quickly reached out to accurately hold the woman’s soft hand.

Lin Qiao was startled for a second, then reacted and subconsciously wanted to pull back, "I can see, I won’t fall."

Song Tingfan tightened his grip on her hand and softly said, "A few years ago, you held me like this. Now I hold you."

Lin Qiao: "..."

He always uses the past to choke her.

She explained, "You were young then; I was afraid you would fall, so I held you. I’m an adult, no need to be held."

There was a moment of silence beside them, interrupted by the intermittent croaking of frogs from the fields. After a while, in a magnetic voice, the man said, "I’ve grown up; it’s my turn to hold you."

Lin Qiao had nothing to say.

But this was really too slow; she took one step, and he took two.

She twitched the corners of her mouth but couldn’t say anything.

The role of a supporting character ended up being like a lead actress; now she couldn’t even act.

Oh well, it had been a while since she heard the frogs croaking.

...

Early the next morning, Li Guifen came to urge Lin Qiao to offer incense for Song Tingfan’s parents and brother.

Lin Qiao yawned several times; she didn’t sleep well last night, kept having nightmares, and for the first time in a while, she dreamt of a darkened antagonist.

But unlike the usual plot, the darkened antagonist called her "wife"; it was terrifying.

Frightened, she shivered, wanting to wake up but couldn’t.

"What’s wrong? Did you steal cows last night?" Li Guifen raised her hand to help smooth down her hair.

"The frog sounds were too noisy," Lin Qiao found an excuse.

"They really were noisy; close the window when you sleep at night."

Li Guifen turned to point at the basket by the door and continued, "Everything’s ready, so decide if you’re going alone or with Tingfan."

By rights, the two were supposed to go separately, but Song’s second family situation was different, so there weren’t many rules.

"He wants to go together," Lin Qiao said.

Song Tingfan mentioned it yesterday.

"Alright, stay a while longer together." Li Guifen had other things to do, so she didn’t linger; she said this and then left.

The path to offer incense was a bit difficult to walk; seeing Song Tingfan ready to reach out again, Lin Qiao subconsciously stepped aside.

Yesterday, holding hands brought out the darkened antagonist.

She still had a bit of a psychological shadow over it now.

It was genuinely a psychological shadow.

No one could stand the darkened antagonist calling them "wife."

Feeling her resistance, Song Tingfan pursed his lips and didn’t hold her hand anymore. Yesterday was already good enough; he shouldn’t push her further.

The Song’s second family tomb had been redone and was much cleaner than a few years ago.

The year before last, Lin Qiao came to offer incense and saw the grave tip had collapsed, so she asked someone to rebuild a stone grave.

The day after Song Tingfan returned, he came to the graves alone, so he naturally knew. He took out folded gold ingots and divided them equally among the three graves, then started bowing at his father’s tomb.

The heavy sound revealed he was feeling very distressed at that moment.

Lin Qiao suddenly remembered a saying: Childhood trauma takes a lifetime to heal.

In this life, Song Tingfan was actually quite lucky to have the rest of his life to heal.

But in that dream life, healing was impossible. He had experienced all the bad things and couldn’t be healed, only venting the injustices and pain in his heart.

She knelt before the grave, earnestly kowtowed, and upon standing, glanced at Song Tingfan, noticing his eyes filled with red blood vessels. She patted his arm, "Tingfan, it’s time to move on; your parents probably wouldn’t want to see you like this."

The man’s voice was so hoarse he could barely speak; he forced out a broken "Okay."

Lin Qiao felt a knot in her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand to hug him, "It’s all in the past."

The next moment, she was tightly embraced by the man, feeling his trembling body clearly.

He said, "I told my parents and brother that I will marry you and live well in the future, better than anyone."

It seemed only these words could assure the three resting beneath the earth.

Indeed, Song Tingfan was the last heir of Song’s second family; only if he lived well could the three in the ground "close their eyes" completely.

Perhaps he was too sorrowful at the moment; Lin Qiao unexpectedly agreed, "Yes, we will live well, better than anyone."

The two stood there for a long time before finally letting go.

On their way down the mountain, they met Zhang Dong, whom they hadn’t seen in a while. He was carrying a two or three-year-old boy on his shoulder, who was happily giggling, "Daddy, run faster, faster."

"Okay..."

Zhang Dong’s loving expression disappeared upon seeing the two, and he then smiled and greeted them, "Tingfan, you went to offer incense, huh?"

Song Tingfan thought of something and looked at him coldly, "It’s none of your business."