Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 309 - 304: Will Vice General Song’s Wife Run Away with Someone Else

Chapter 309: Chapter 304: Will Vice General Song’s Wife Run Away with Someone Else

After two or three moments, the middle-aged man came out trembling. He barely walked a few steps when his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Gao Qiang quickly went to support him and, seeing him shaking nonstop, couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Don’t be afraid, our Vice General isn’t going to hit you. Just stay at home for the next few days and don’t go anywhere, got it?"

"I...I understand." The middle-aged man nodded hastily.

As he watched the man walk away shakily, Gao Qiang turned to Zhou Fu’an and whispered, "Look, Vice General Song scared another one."

"I may not be blind, but even I would have trouble handling Vice General Song’s line of questioning."

Zhou Fu’an shrugged, then leaned closer and whispered, "I wonder how his wife puts up with him. Does she cry every day from fright?"

Gao Qiang shook his head, "That’s impossible. Vice General Song is afraid of his wife. The other day when he was eating lamb, he asked his wife if she wanted it spicy. Only when she nodded did he add it to the bowl."

"If it were me, eat it if you like, otherwise don’t."

"No wonder you don’t have a wife." Zhou Fu’an rolled his eyes disdainfully. Although he couldn’t compare to Vice General Song, a wife like his would be perfect.

"You don’t know anything. The more you indulge a wife, the more demanding they become. Look at Mingshan, he treated his wife as a treasure, and yet she ran off with someone else."

Gao Qiang clicked his tongue, then turned around to see Song Tingfan not far away and instantly fell silent.

Crap.

"So you’re saying Vice General Song’s wife will run off?"

Before Zhou Fu’an finished speaking, he glimpsed someone, suddenly got goosebumps, and hurriedly added, "Vice General Song is tall and handsome; that would never happen."

Gao Qiang: "..."

This brown-noser.

Darn, why can’t he be as clever as Zhou Fu’an?

Song Tingfan gave them a cold glance, "Very idle, are we?"

"No, no, no, we’re leaving now."

Zhou Fu’an and Gao Qiang didn’t wait for a reply and dashed out into the rain, splattering mud all over their pants.

...

Two moments later, at the Song Family

It was raining today, and the weather was cool. Song Rong suggested making tofu, so they borrowed a grinder from next door. He was now in the kitchen, curdling the tofu.

Song Qin, adding drops to the curd, said to Lin Qiao who stood beside her, "When Niu Niu was little, he loved grinding tofu and would ask me to make tofu pancakes. I’d tease him, saying I couldn’t do it, and he’d say, ’Grandma, you can do anything. Grandma is the best.’" Her eyes crinkled in laughter.

Song Rong chuckled and chimed in, "Niu Niu was sweet-tongued when he was little. Whatever he wanted, the family would buy for him."

Just as he finished speaking, they saw Song Tingfan coming over with an umbrella.

Delighted, he said, "We were just talking about you, and here you are. Niu Niu, we’re having tofu today."

"Great."

Song Tingfan placed a piece of pork ribs on the table and then looked at Lin Qiao.

Meeting his intense gaze, Lin Qiao felt a bit uneasy. The kitchen wasn’t just the two of them, after all. "I’ll go get you some shoes to change into."

She had just stepped into the house when he followed. She glanced at him and began searching the cabinet for shoes. Just as she found the black boots, a pair of large hands wrapped around her from behind.

"..."

He was indeed clingy.

But she didn’t push him away; she chose this herself, after all. "Hurry up and change so you don’t catch a cold."

Song Tingfan couldn’t help but smile, tilting his head to kiss her cheek, "Alright."

He then released her and changed into his clean shoes.

He asked again, "Do you want the ribs stewed or braised?"

"You can just ask Grandpa and Grandma."

Lin Qiao was about to pick up the dirty shoes when he stopped her, "Don’t touch them, they’re dirty." Then he placed them by the door, intending to wash them later.

Lin Qiao’s lips curled into a smile. As she passed him, she tiptoed to give him a quick peck before quickly heading to the kitchen.

Song Tingfan stood there, touching his cheek in surprise, and then broke into a slightly silly grin.

She kissed him.

The ribs were half stewed and half braised. Instead of cooking rice, they just ate bowls of tofu and tofu pancakes.

It was the first time Lin Qiao had tried tofu pancakes—both tender and crispy. A thought occurred to her, "Grandma, teach me how to make these tofu pancakes. Once the shop is up and running, I’m sure they’ll sell well and make us some silver coins."

Hearing they could make money, Song Qin nodded happily, "Alright."

After eating, Song Tingfan went out and returned with several medicinal packets. Seeing them, Song Qin instinctively worried he or Lin Qiao was ill. "Is something wrong?"

"No, it’s just tonics. Lately, there’s been a lot going on at the barracks, and it’s a bit overwhelming." Song Tingfan explained.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao knew what kind of medicine it was. She looked at him, feeling a bit complicated. Following him into the kitchen, she bit her lip, "Tingfan, stop taking them."

While birth control is bad for women, it’s naturally just as bad for men. If something happened because he took it, that would be terrible.

Even though there’s no royal lineage to inherit, Song’s second family only has him.

"It’s fine; I consulted a doctor."

Just as Song Tingfan was about to open the packet, a white hand snatched it and quickly tossed it into the slop bucket.

He paused, focusing his gaze on her adorable face.

"Tingfan, I have something to say first: I won’t accept concubines or you visiting brothels. You must treat me well from start to finish."

Lin Qiao didn’t want to be tangled up in doubts anymore, so she just laid it out. Whatever he said, she would believe it.

Just this once.

"If you can promise me that, we’ll have children. If not, then we won’t."

As soon as she finished, Song Tingfan replied, "I can do that."

"Then we will."

Saying this, Lin Qiao felt a bit embarrassed and quickly changed the topic, "I’m tired. Going to nap, you head to the barracks by yourself."

Suddenly, she felt herself lifted into the air, letting out a small gasp. Instinctively grabbing onto something, she saw his enlarged handsome face, his eyes curved, seemingly in a good mood.

Trying to struggle down, she said, "Tingfan, what are you doing? We’re in the kitchen; put me down before Grandpa sees us."

"I won’t." Song Tingfan tightened his hold.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Soon, they returned to the room, and Lin Qiao lay on the bed, watching him undress as she instinctively scooted further in.

To be fair, his vigor was impressive.

Ah, youth is truly a blessing.

Ahem, she was worn out.

"It’s getting late. Head to the barracks."

"No rush."

Desire had clearly risen in Song Tingfan’s eyes, and in a blink, he was on top of her, still clumsy in his nibbling.

Lin Qiao bore it for a while and then slightly raised her chin, taking the initiative to kiss him. While he was stunned, she turned him beneath her.

The original intent was to teach him how to kiss, but it only further ignited his desire. In the blink of an eye, she was under him again.

"..."

After two or three moments, he quietly got out of bed, dressed, and picked up her clothes to neatly place them.

"Qiao’er, I’m heading to the barracks. Sleep well, and I’ll bring back some food later."

Lin Qiao didn’t bother replying. Now he tries to be all sweet, but why couldn’t he have stopped a bit earlier?

Her waist was about to snap.