Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 297 - 292: Always Feels a Chill on My Neck

Chapter 297: Chapter 292: Always Feels a Chill on My Neck

Ever since she realized he had a vexed disposition, Lin Qiao could guess about 70 to 80 percent of his moods, though she pretended not to notice, "Okay."

She squatted to wash her hands and glanced at the river. The endless river was not deep, probably reaching her waist.

Suddenly, something moved close, startling her. She turned her head to find a handsome face just inches away, and if she had moved slightly, their lips might have touched.

"Ahem, Tingfan..."

Just as she wanted to ask him what was wrong, she saw him roll up her fallen sleeve, but only to her wrist.

"Over there is the marketplace, bustling at night. Once it gets dark, I’ll take you to see it."

Song Tingfan’s gaze fell on the woman’s lightly blinking eyelashes, his throat moved up and down twice, but knowing they were outside, he restrained the urge to kiss her.

However, he didn’t get up but slightly bent towards her to wash his hands, their reflections mirrored on the water. The woman looked at him, slightly bewildered, while his eyes showed amusement.

This was the first time since their marriage, apart from the nights, that they had been so close. Lin Qiao hesitated to get up or stay.

If she got up, she worried he might take it personally or get upset.

If she stayed, she couldn’t take it herself.

The reason she "couldn’t take it"? Ahem, she had been "bent" a bit herself.

She finally understood why he had become vexed; it was all because her previous actions were too intimate. But she was really innocent; she just wanted to make him feel better and treat her kindly in the future.

After fetching the water, they returned to the yard. The rooms had already been cleaned, and a light dusting was enough to make the beds.

Song Tingfan went to help Song Qin and others make the beds, knowing they were tired and letting them rest for a while.

Afterwards, the two went to tidy up their own room. Lin Qiao looked at the bed several times; it was a third smaller than the one at home.

At night, let alone putting quilts on it, they would probably have to sleep squeezed together.

She turned to look at Song Tingfan, but before she said anything, Song Tingfan explained, "The bed will be changed in a few days. There was originally a big bed, but it’s been given to Grandpa and Grandma to sleep on first."

Lin Qiao nodded, "If you’re uncomfortable sleeping like this, I’ll go buy one. It’ll save us from rearranging it in a few days."

Song Tingfan, naturally aware of what she was thinking, did not expose her, "I’ll check it out later. Just put this on and rest for a while."

At his words, Lin Qiao felt "ashamed" of her own selfish thoughts, "Okay."

Even though she had been sleeping a lot these days, she always felt she hadn’t slept well, and she felt sleepy as soon as she lay down.

Song Tingfan took the money and went out. After walking for a quarter of an hour, he saw an old carpenter’s shop.

A young waiter enthusiastically approached, "Brother, what do you need? We make anything here."

"I want to order a large double bed, no rush, take your time." Song Tingfan took out silver from his sleeve and added, "How much for the deposit?"

The waiter was momentarily stunned, probably never having met such a straightforward customer, "A large bed? We have ready-made ones here, brother. Come in and take a look."

"No need to see, make a new one."

"Oh, oh, oh, just one tael of silver will do."

The waiter collected the silver and wrote him a receipt, "Come back in half a month to pick it up."

"No hurry, good work takes time." Song Tingfan neatly folded the slip of paper and put it in his sleeve.

At his words, the waiter subconsciously thought he was worried the shop wouldn’t do a good job, and quickly patted his chest and guaranteed, "Brother, don’t worry, we will surely do it well."

"Brother, judging by your build, are you from the military camp?"

Seeing him nod, the waiter smiled and added, "You protect us, we won’t deceive you. Rest assured."

Leaving the carpenter’s shop, Song Tingfan didn’t return but went to buy some groceries instead.

At twilight,

the alley began to fill with people coming and going. As they noticed the man carrying groceries, many gave him several glances. Zhou Fu’an stood in the crowd and shouted, "Vice General Song, buying groceries to cook?"

Song Tingfan gave him a warning glance, "Extra half-hour of training tomorrow."

Zhou Fu’an’s eyes widened, "What? Yes."

Gao Qiang gloated, seeing Song Tingfan enter the yard and close the door, "Old lecher, you’re done for, your hands will be worked to the bone tomorrow."

"I didn’t do anything." Zhou Fu’an said innocently, his face falling.

In the yard,

hearing the noise outside, Lin Qiao yawned, then got up and went out. She met Song Tingfan just as he was coming back with groceries, and hurried over to help.

Song Tingfan moved aside her hands, "It’s not heavy, did I wake you?"

It’s mostly men from the military camp around here; we’ll buy a new house in a few days.

"It’s fine."

Lin Qiao followed him into the kitchen and looked at the groceries he bought, which included some fish and greens. She added, "Grandpa and Grandma probably can’t handle strong flavors now, let’s make fish soup and stir-fry some greens."

"Okay." Song Tingfan brought out the fish and skillfully killed it with the back of a knife.

Seeing this, Lin Qiao’s almond eyes flickered. Somehow, every time she watched the villain do such things, her neck felt a chill.

Probably the aftereffects of a nightmare.

She took out the greens to sort, but after handling a couple, she heard him say, "No ready-made beds, ordered one instead. The shopkeeper has a few beds still in progress; it’ll probably be ready by the end of next month."

Lin Qiao instinctively believed him, but by next month? They’d have to squeeze together for a month? Thinking of Song Tingfan’s recent actions, she felt a headache coming on.

"I’m free tomorrow, I’ll go check out the city."

"The deposit was one tael, non-refundable."

"Why pay so much, what kind of bed? How much did you pay for it?"

A simple wooden bed should only cost one tael. Lin Qiao looked at him as if he had been swindled, not suspecting for a moment that he was lying.

"One and a half taels." Song Tingfan tightened his grip slightly on the knife.

"One and a half taels with a deposit of one tael, that’s way too much."

Even if Lin Qiao had money, she wouldn’t waste it by giving up a tael of silver, so she had to drop the matter.

The two worked busily in the kitchen for quite a while before the fish soup was ready. Lin Qiao turned to get a large bowl from the cupboard.

The cupboard seemed designed for men’s height here; at her little over five feet four inches, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach.

The big bowl was on the top shelf, making it difficult. After trying for some time, just as she thought of using a stool, a shadow loomed over her.

She found herself encircled in someone’s arms, instinctively wanting to move, but with the cupboard in front of her, there was nowhere to go.

Song Tingfan reached above her to take down the large bowl and place it beside her, "Why didn’t you call me when you couldn’t reach it?"

"I saw you were tending the fire."

Seeing he wasn’t moving aside, Lin Qiao instinctually tried to shift away, but as soon as she did, two large hands encircled her, causing her pupils to dilate. Was the villain planning to kiss her?

Ahem, ahem, ahem...

"Tending the fire doesn’t stop me from helping."

Song Tingfan, much taller than her, bent down to look her in the eye, the warmth of their breaths mingling on each other’s faces.

"The pot’s going to boil dry."

Lin Qiao pushed his arm, but didn’t budge it an inch.

She: "..."

He was getting more audacious, maybe she was too lenient?

But she didn’t dare to get angry at the villain.

Timid.

"I just added water."

His gaze fell on her cherry-red lips, and Song Tingfan’s eyes showed a hint of nervousness.