Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 306 - 301: The Villain Can’t Hold Back Anymore

Chapter 306: Chapter 301: The Villain Can’t Hold Back Anymore

Lin Qiao was just about to say something when a lazy voice interrupted, "Vice General Song, Mrs. Song."

The newcomer was Gao Qiang, with Zhou Fu’an beside him.

Lin Qiao responded politely.

"Mrs. Song, why are you wearing such thick clothes? The camp is like a furnace at night, it’s scorching!" Zhou Fu’an took the liberty to glance at her a few more times, confused by her thick clothes.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao turned to look at Song Tingfan. His evasive eyes gave it all away, and she instantly understood everything.

She was speechless and frustrated, realizing she’d been fooled by the villain.

Seeing the death stare from the Vice General, Gao Qiang knew Zhou Fu’an was in trouble and was a bit schadenfreude. He added fuel to the fire, "What do you know? You think Mrs. Song has thick skin like you?"

"Pfft." Zhou Fu’an glared at him.

Song Tingfan tapped his toe lightly twice with displeasure, "Clean up the shooting range tomorrow morning." He said, leading Lin Qiao away.

Gao Qiang, who didn’t expect to get involved in the drama, thought, "..."

"What’s up with us? The Vice General acts all mysterious every day—how does his wife even tolerate him?" Zhou Fu’an, feeling intimidated, could only mutter behind his back.

"I don’t think it’s the Vice General who’s mysterious; it’s you, you idiot. Has a dog eaten your brain?" Gao Qiang glared at him in annoyance.

"Gao Qiang! Are you looking to die? Come, let’s settle this one-on-one."

"One-on-one? Only if you let me marry your sister."

"Ugh, you’re shameless! Old, ugly, incapable, and fond of prostitutes. If I liked you, a dog must have eaten my eyes."

"Oh, Zhou Fu’an, I’ve never disliked your sister for being ugly, and you call me ugly?"

"Your sister’s the ugly one; your whole family’s ugly."

"Hey! I’m telling the truth. If you’re this ugly, how pretty can your sister be? She’s probably got buck teeth like you."

"Damn you, Gao Qiang, are you picking a fight? Let’s settle this one-on-one!"

...

Their bickering reached Lin Qiao loud and clear, and her mouth twitched. At this moment, a voice whispered in her ear, "Don’t listen to them; they’re not right in the head."

Lin Qiao laughed out loud, "I thought you guys were very serious usually."

Seeing her smile, Song Tingfan’s lips curved up a bit, "Not that serious. Besides training, we’re pretty laid back..."

Seeing that she enjoyed listening, he went on to talk a little more.

In the camp, lambs were already roasting, and not only had Song Tingfan brought family along, but many others had as well. Here, there, people were everywhere.

Song Tingfan found the nearest lamb roast, then took off his outer coat to lay on the ground, reaching out to pull Lin Qiao down to sit, "Have a seat."

Suddenly, all eyes were on them, as if watching something extraordinary.

She didn’t know that besides being serious, Song Tingfan normally wasn’t so understanding. Was he ever this considerate?

Following a few steps behind, Zhou Fu’an clucked his tongue twice, "It’s different when your wife is pretty; even sitting on the grass requires a coat."

"Your thick skin can handle the thorns." Gao Qiang retorted.

Zhou Fu’an: "..."

While eating the roasted lamb, Qin Dewen came by briefly but left without saying much.

Maybe he was worried they’d feel restrained.

Lin Qiao felt relieved since Song Tingfan didn’t have much interaction with Qin Dewen lately.

By the time they got home, it was already late at night. Lin Qiao had yawned several times on the way, and as soon as she hit the bed, she felt sleepy.

Suddenly, a warm wall pressed against her back. This made her wake up a bit, and she tried to scoot inward. Unexpectedly, a big hand pulled her back into a firm embrace, "The wall’s dirty."

Lin Qiao suspected he was doing this on purpose; she could already feel how solid he was.

She was on the verge of tears, not daring to move.

However, Song Tingfan didn’t do anything else—just held her. Soon, they both fell asleep.

In the following days, Lin Qiao was constantly running to the city, directing workers to help with the shop renovation.

She was so busy her feet barely touched the ground, and so was Song Tingfan, only able to sleep one or two hours at home.

One day, after Song Tingfan returned from reporting on a mission, Qin Dewen told him to take two days off before returning.

Back at home, finding Lin Qiao still hadn’t returned, he was sweating all over and grabbed fresh clothes before heading to the washroom. Instinctively, he glanced at the very back; there were no more sanitary strips.

Whatever crossed his mind made his throat move reflexively a few times. He then quickly shed his clothes and poured water over himself with a bucket. The icy temperature did nothing to quell his heat, but made it even more unbearable.

He let out a low groan eventually.

After bathing, Song Tingfan returned indoors, changed the bed linens, and refilled the teapot with clean water.

Suddenly, something came to mind, and after some hesitation, he took out a yellowed, paperbound book from the cabinet. On the first page were two entwined figures.

The more he looked, the redder his face got, yet he memorized it intently.

He’d heard that the first time could be painful, and he wanted to minimize her discomfort.

Fortunately, Lin Qiao didn’t have clairvoyance. If she knew what he was looking at at home, she definitely wouldn’t be in the mood to haggle at the market.

By the time she got home, it was past dusk, and the meal was almost ready. Seeing the man with the belt around his waist, she asked, "Is everything done?"

"Yeah, it’s all done." Song Tingfan glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

His puzzling actions left Lin Qiao somewhat baffled, but she didn’t dwell on it. Nodding, she began to help serve the food.

Song Tingfan scooped a big bowl of rice for her, "Eat more."

Energize yourself.

"Okay." Lin Qiao had given up trying to argue with him; it wouldn’t make a difference anyway.

While eating, he added sides for her more than usual. As Lin Qiao saw the mound of food in front of her, she couldn’t help but say, "I can’t finish all this, stop adding more."

Before Song Tingfan could respond, Song Qin said with a cheerful smile, "Eat more, get a little chubbier, it’s good for you."

Lin Qiao chuckled and jokingly blinked, "Sure, I’ll turn into a big fat pig then."

"You silly child, stop talking nonsense," Song Qin chuckled, wrinkles creasing her face.

The meal was lively, and afterward, Song Qin and Mrs. Fan insisted they didn’t need to wash the dishes and urged them to go "sleep."

Lin Qiao had to go back to the room to record today’s expenses: three taels and four cents for lumber, two taels and three cents for the workers’ salaries, buying tea...

Before she could finish, someone took the brush from her. After a moment’s pause, she turned and met the man’s deep, intense gaze; she had a bad feeling.

The villain couldn’t hold back.

She gulped nervously, trying to distract, "Tingfan, my hand hurts, could you help me with the accounts?"

"Finish it in the morning."

Placing the brush on the table, Song Tingfan looked at her, seriously asking, "Is your period over?"

It’s been so many days; it obviously should be over. But Lin Qiao told a little lie, "Uh, not yet."

Song Tingfan pressed his lips together, leaned over, and lifted her up, asking in a low voice, "Your period’s lasting that long?"

"I’m irregular." Lin Qiao was placed on the bed, watching him take off his clothes; her heart skipped a beat.

It felt like this time, there was no escape.

Song Tingfan ignored her response. After removing his outerwear, he got on the bed, stating word by word, "Let me check."