Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 312 - 307: Liking the Villain Isn’t a Loss

Chapter 312: Chapter 307: Liking the Villain Isn’t a Loss

Is buying a pair of shoes enough to deepen feelings? Lin Qiao was amused by his words, but said nothing.

Song Tingfan liked this sentence very much; his usually stern face showed a hint of a smile, and he earnestly said, "Yes, our feelings are very deep."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao glanced at him; it was hard not to like a man like Song Tingfan, at least she liked him very much.

Well, it’s worth it.

...

By the time the two returned home, the sun had half set, and the ground in the yard had been baking all afternoon, feeling hot even through their shoe soles.

Lin Qiao walked quickly, "It’s too hot, I’m afraid my parents must be having a hard time harvesting the rice."

Hearing "parents," Song Tingfan instinctively thought she was missing Lin Han and Li Guifen, and he had an idea in his mind.

He then brought out two buckets of water and splashed them onto the ground, producing a faint sizzling sound, and at the same time, steam rose.

Lin Qiao covered her nose, "Grandma, don’t smell it, inhaling this smell will make you sick."

After splashing six buckets of water, the steam from the ground finally lessened somewhat.

Song Tingfan stood watching for a while, "I’m going out for a bit."

After a while, he came back with a fabric canopy, borrowed a ladder, and started setting it up.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help much, so she went to the kitchen to cook.

When he was done, her meal was ready too.

Song Tingfan was sweating all over, "You all eat first, I’m going to take a shower."

"Niu Niu, you just sweated, wait a bit and go wash up with Qiao’er," Song Qin wouldn’t let him go.

Lin Qiao almost spit out the rice soup she had just sipped, "Cough..."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan glanced at her, nodded decisively, "Okay." Then he took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat.

The smell of sweat was strong, so he ate at a separate spot.

During the meal, Song Rong coughed a little, and Song Tingfan got up to help him catch his breath, then went on to brew some honey water for him, "Grandpa, feel better?"

The doctor said that Song Qin’s old age may lead to occasional chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Song Rong lovingly grasped his hand, lightly patted it twice, indicating he was fine, "Much better, go eat."

Song Tingfan nodded, saying nothing more.

After dinner, he brewed Song Rong’s medicine, reduced the fire in the stove a bit, then looked at Lin Qiao, who had just finished washing the dishes, "Which set of clothes do you want to wear? I’ll fetch them."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao understood what he meant, they would bathe together.

Although they had seen each other before, it was still a bit embarrassing to bathe together.

"Cough, you go first, I still have things to tidy up here."

"I’ll wait for you."

"..."

Just as Lin Qiao was about to say it’s unnecessary, he strode out and soon returned with the clothes. He said in a low voice, "I forgot your bodice, so you won’t wear one tonight."

Lin Qiao: "..."

"Don’t worry about me, I’ve got a bit more to do here."

"No rush, it’s still early." Song Tingfan’s eyes flashed with humor, he wasn’t insisting on bathing with her, just wanted her to get used to his presence.

Over the days, he had sensed that although she no longer resisted, she was still somewhat unaccustomed.

In the end, Lin Qiao still went with him, but fortunately, it was dark, and the bathing place inside the outhouse was even dimmer.

Song Tingfan did nothing improper, he bathed properly; they came out of the hut one after another after two or three quarter-hours.

Song Tingfan still had some matters to attend to, so Lin Qiao went to sleep first, and finally had a good night’s sleep.

When she woke up early the next morning, Song Tingfan was already gone, but clothes were prepared beside her.

After marriage, she became increasingly "useless" as Song Tingfan took care of everything for her.

He even washed her sanitary cloths.

At first, she was not used to it, but now she was vaguely getting used to it.

...

The Military Camp

As soon as Zhou Fu’an saw Song Tingfan arriving, he hurried over to warn him, "Vice General Song, the General’s daughter is here; you should hide for a while."

A few days ago, after seeing Song Tingfan during a meal delivery, Qin Dewen’s daughter had taken a liking to him. Women from the border regions are quite straightforward; they boldly express admiration.

Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan frowned slightly, just about to say something when a bold female voice called out, "Song Tingfan."

The girl wore men’s clothing, her hair tied up high, and her sun-tanned skin gave her a yellowish hue; without a closer look, one might mistake her for a man.

As Gao Qiang put it, sleeping with her would be like sleeping with a man.

Though given to him, he wouldn’t want her.

Song Tingfan didn’t acknowledge him, and said to Zhou Fu’an, "Is everyone here?"

Zhou Fu’an shook his head, "No, Lin Zhi isn’t here yet; likely overslept again."

"When he arrives, let him run ten laps," Song Tingfan said as he was about to leave, but Qin Wuli blocked his path, "Song Tingfan, are you hiding from me?"

"No, I find you annoying," Song Tingfan answered bluntly, unafraid of Qin Dewen troubling him.

If it were an ordinary girl who heard this, they would have run away in embarrassment, but Qin Wuli’s eyes shone brightly, "I like your straightforwardness. You may find me annoying now, but you won’t in the future."

"I will in the future too." With this, Song Tingfan bypassed her and walked away.

Qin Wuli chased after him, the bells on her feet ringing crisply.

Behind them, Zhou Fu’an’s mouth twitched; could the General’s daughter be foolish? Vice General Song might as well have said, "Don’t bother me."

Yet she likes him?

If she’s not mentally ill, then she’s physically ill.

But speaking of it, the General’s daughter was incomparable to Vice General Song’s wife.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but wonder, "Where did Vice General Song find his wife?"

At noon, Song Tingfan sent someone saying he wouldn’t return for lunch. By then, Lin Qiao had already stewed chicken and thought to bring some to him.

To save time, she took a carriage to the military camp; the soldiers at the gate already recognized her and let her in without questions.

Lin Qiao inquired, "Where is Song Tingfan’s tent?"

She recalled he had mentioned having a working tent.

The soldier on the left kindly replied, "Go straight, the first tent is Vice General Song’s."

"Thank you."

After expressing her gratitude, Lin Qiao walked inside. Passing soldiers secretly glanced at her repeatedly, as if she were something novel.

It was still a bit of a walk to the tent entrance, taking nearly a quarter-hour.

At that moment, Zhou Fu’an and Gao Qiang were eating out of bowls outside the tent. Upon seeing the approaching woman, Gao Qiang swallowed his food, "Oh no, she’s here to catch the Vice General in the act."

Zhou Fu’an barely had time to warn him when they heard a voice from the tent, "Song Tingfan, fight me; if you lose, divorce your wife and marry me. If I lose, I’ll leave you alone."

He was taken aback momentarily, and by then Lin Qiao had already walked in. She spoke frankly, "I’m here to..."

Before she could finish, she heard a woman’s voice from the tent, "Song Tingfan, are you a man or not? Stop hesitating and answer me."

Hearing the female voice, Lin Qiao didn’t think much at first but found the voice very familiar, too familiar in fact.

Soon she understood. A woman dressed in men’s attire stormed out.

Their eyes met.

Lin Qiao realized who she was—the antagonist’s only wife in her dreams, though not the main character, who died the day after marrying the antagonist.

Poisoned by the antagonist.

But she didn’t die unjustly, as she forced the antagonist into marriage under duress.