Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 295 - 290: Qiao’er Is Just Shy, Be a Little Bolder

Chapter 295: Chapter 290: Qiao’er Is Just Shy, Be a Little Bolder

The complexity and reluctance in Lin Qiao’s heart had completely vanished upon hearing this sentence, and she couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth. She wanted to tell her not to worry, but seeing her red and swollen eyes, she complied, "Okay."

With her cooperation, Li Guifen began to go further, "Bring back a grandson, or a granddaughter, I would love either."

"Mom, you give me a younger sister or brother, and I will help you take care of them."

"..."

Li Guifen was at a loss for words and gave her a scornful look, "You girl, talking nonsense." She lightly pinched her while speaking.

Lin Qiao blinked with a smile, "I’m serious, you and Dad are still young and can definitely have another."

"There you go again, have you no shame!"

Li Guifen blushed a little, knowing her daughter was changing the topic, and playfully feigned anger with a glance.

She turned to Song Tingfan, "Tingfan, take it slow on the road and send us a message when you arrive."

"Qiao’er is a bit spoiled; be more accommodating, but for some things, don’t indulge her too much."

Both Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao understood the last sentence well, and Lin Qiao quickly waved her hand, "We’re leaving, you should head back. Remember to take the stuff from the house and eat well. It’s hot, avoid eating leftovers, and take care of yourselves." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

To prevent Li Guifen from saying anything more, she dashed into the carriage after speaking.

Song Tingfan chuckled and responded to Li Guifen, "Mom, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her."

"You’ve been reliable since you were a kid, and we are assured."

Li Guifen hesitated, glanced at the carriage, and then whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Tingfan, Qiao’er is just shy, be a little braver, ahem, she won’t get mad."

"Okay," Song Tingfan nodded.

Seeing the two whispering, Lin Qiao knew it wasn’t anything healthy that was being said, fearing that Song Tingfan might take it all in, she quickly interrupted, "Tingfan, it’s time to go, or we won’t reach the town in time."

"Okay."

Song Tingfan handed the house keys to Li Guifen and said, "Mom, please look after the house."

"What’s the trouble, just hurry and get in the carriage," Li Guifen waved her hand.

Lin Qiao saw Song Qin and others getting into the carriage behind them and was stunned. Doesn’t that mean she’d be in the same carriage with the villain?

No way.

She got up wanting to get off, but just as she did, Song Tingfan blocked her, speaking in a low voice, "Did you take the things out?"

"Ahem, no, I saw Granny and the others went to the back. I was going to chat with them, otherwise, I’d be bored."

The two were very close, just about two fingers apart, and Lin Qiao moved back a little.

"There’s no room left, I’ve set up a board for them to lie down."

Song Tingfan stepped into the carriage, so Lin Qiao had no choice but to sit back inside. She looked out the window, "Don’t stand outside anymore, head back."

"Got it, daughter, take care of yourself and Tingfan, we’ll come to see you," Li Guifen walked a few more steps with the carriage.

"Alright, don’t chase, be careful not to fall," Lin Qiao leaned out the window and waved at her.

The carriage gradually moved away.

Lin Han, who hadn’t spoken all along, wiped his eyes and then entered Song’s second family’s courtyard. Li Guifen followed him inside, "Big Han, let’s go visit our daughter next month."

"Okay."

Lin Han’s voice was a little hoarse. He looked at the grains and vegetables in the main room, which were enough to feed the family for more than a year, and realized it was deliberately left by their daughter and her husband.

Li Guifen understood too, "Ah, this daughter of ours."

She saw something covered with a piece of cloth on the table, reached out to remove it, and saw a bulging money bag. Her eyes started to turn red again, no wonder her daughter collected the silver.

The hefty weight spoke for itself without opening it; she carefully placed it on her. "Having money leads to careless spending, I’ll keep it for them."

"Okay." Lin Han, seeing her discomfort, patted her back.

...

Meanwhile, inside the carriage

Lin Qiao glanced at Song Tingfan, noticed he was watching her, and she coughed awkwardly before taking out a book from her bundle to read.

A distraction.

But this book was indeed interesting, telling a story about a general from a hundred years ago, who was brave in battle but afraid of his wife.

His wife was a delicately raised official’s daughter who never stepped out of her house.

Unaware of how long she had been reading, the story reached a point where the general went out for a drink with his comrades and returned home late to find his wife crying in the room.

My lady, can’t I have been wrong? Please don’t cry anymore.

After the general said this, he kissed his wife and swore with his hand: My lady, I won’t come back late again.

At this point, Lin Qiao inexplicably recalled Song Tingfan saying he wouldn’t return late again. She subconsciously raised her head to find Song Tingfan, who was sitting opposite her just moments ago, had moved to her side, his gaze fixed on the book in her hand.

She was startled and instantly closed the book with a "snap".

"Not reading anymore?" Song Tingfan’s eyes were full of amusement; it was obvious he had seen the content in the book.

Lin Qiao: "..."

"Not reading anymore, feeling a bit sleepy."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan pulled out a board from the carriage and laid a thin quilt on it, "Go to sleep."

Though the carriage wasn’t wide enough to stretch their legs, it was quite spacious. Lin Qiao lay down and didn’t even have a chance to ask if he wanted to sleep before he lay down as well.

"..."

She calmly turned her back to him, staring at the wooden boards of the carriage.

...

Night fell completely, and just before the city gates closed, they entered the county and found a random inn.

The innkeeper was yawning, "How many rooms do you need?"

"Five," Lin Qiao instinctively separated herself and Song Tingfan into two rooms.

The innkeeper was about to say okay when a low male voice spoke, "Four." Then he handed a tael of silver to the innkeeper.

"Not enough..." Lin Qiao’s reflexes were slow at first but quickly made her shut up.

Song Tingfan patiently explained, "It’s enough, Grandpa and Granny in one, Granny Fan in another, the drivers in one, and us in another."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Now she was somewhat afraid of sharing a room with him, "I’ll share a room with Granny Fan. I’m not too comfortable being outside."

Granny Fan quickly waved her hands, laughing, "I’m just an old lady, nothing to worry about. You can sleep with Tingfan."

"I’ll sleep with you, old man, you’ll sleep by yourself, okay?" Although Song Qin wasn’t pushing for them to have children soon, she had it on her mind.

Lin Qiao still wanted to say something, but Song Tingfan had taken the wooden tag, "Okay."

He clearly meant for Song Qin and Granny Fan to sleep well.

After organizing the elderly couples, the two of them entered their room. The room was simply furnished, and there was no mosquito net over the bed.

With the heat, Lin Qiao felt uncomfortable even without working hard, but she didn’t mention wanting water to freshen up.

At this moment, Song Tingfan spoke up, "I’ll step out for a moment." Then he left the room.

He returned after a while, carrying two buckets of hot water.

"Let’s make do for now, use a cloth to wipe off. We can wash properly when we’re back, you go inside, and I’ll stay outside."

He pointed to the makeshift bathing area behind a screen and said, "I won’t peek, don’t worry." With that, he took a bucket of water inside.