Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 364 - 359: At Most, the Villain Can Scare You with a Look

Chapter 364: Chapter 359: At Most, the Villain Can Scare You with a Look

"You’re such a nag, acting all macho," Li Guifen thought only about her daughter’s return and grew a little impatient with him going on and on.

Lin Han: "..."

He kept his mouth shut.

Li Guifen’s loud voice was no joke. From afar, Lin Qiao heard her calling, and she poked her head out of the car window.

The first thing she saw was Li Guifen waving her hand with a broad grin on her face, continuously calling out to her, afraid she couldn’t hear, "Daughter, daughter, daughter..."

Lin Qiao found it amusing and heartwarming at the same time and responded, "Mom, let’s get in the carriage and head home."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Li Guifen nimbly climbed into the carriage, staring at her, looking her up and down for a while, "Daughter, you’ve lost weight."

"I haven’t lost weight, my arms are still fleshy."

Lin Qiao gestured for her to pinch it. Li Guifen pinched her arm twice and did feel some flesh, so she let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Song Tingfan, "Tingfan."

Song Tingfan nodded, "Mom."

"Where’s Dad?" Lin Qiao asked.

Li Guifen "disdainfully" replied, "Probably up ahead, can’t move any further."

Just as she said that, Lin Han’s panting voice sounded, "Daughter, daughter..."

His gasping made it sound a bit funny, and Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Dad, why are you running so fast? You should have waited for us at home."

"Your dad only ran a few steps and got winded. He should run more," Li Guifen said, but when Lin Han came up, she still helped pat his back.

Once Lin Han caught his breath, he denied, "I ran such a long distance, of course, I’d be panting."

"I wasn’t panting."

"You only stopped panting from seeing your daughter. When we get home, I’m sure you’ll be complaining about being tired of running. Last time, you couldn’t even run a few steps."

"Oh, stop it, you’re such a chatterbox, zip it."

Once Li Guifen exerted her "wife" authority, Lin Han fell silent. Lin Qiao couldn’t help but smile. She inadvertently caught the villain’s gaze and rolled her eyes at him, ignoring what he was thinking.

As long as Song Qin and the others were still around, he wouldn’t dare do anything to her.

At most, a scary look, which she could simply ignore.

Suddenly, her arm hurt a bit, and she turned to meet a woman’s glaring eyes, "..."

She withdrew her hand and massaged it, thinking how her mother was siding with him when he almost ’killed’ her daughter.

Li Guifen glanced back and forth between the young couple, pondering if they’d quarreled, "Tingfan, are you tired of sitting?"

"It’s alright," Song Tingfan naturally noticed Lin Qiao’s actions, pursed his lips slightly.

"As long as it’s alright, that’s good," Li Guifen thought it absolutely wasn’t alright — they must have quarreled.

She knew her daughter’s nature, definitely wanting others to give in.

The carriage arrived at the Lin family, and at this time Lin Ping and Lin An hadn’t returned from the school, and Li Guifen didn’t want the two daughters-in-law to be upset, "Uncle Song, please have a seat, Ping’er and An’er will be back soon."

Song Qin kindly said, "Don’t worry about us, we just ate not long ago."

"Mom, let’s eat first, Tingfan and the others must be hungry from the journey, Ping’er and the others can eat when they come back."

Lin Sheng set up stools, then helped Song Rong sit down and asked, "Grandpa, would you like some hot water?"

"No need, child, you don’t have to worry about me." Song Rong’s voice was a bit hoarse.

Understanding her mother-in-law’s intention, Lin Xushi echoed her husband, "Yes, don’t worry about the children, they can eat when they come back."

Lin Qiao smiled, "Big Brother, Sister-in-law, no hurry, let’s wait for them. Just got off the carriage, feeling a bit uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable? Should you have some sugar water?" Li Guifen nervously asked.

Lin Qiao was amused, holding onto her, "No need, I’ll be fine in a while."

Yet, Li Guifen still wasn’t assured, and went to the kitchen to make a big bowl of sugar water for everyone to drink.

Seeing her daughter drink by herself, she quickly reminded, "Qiao’er, serve a bowl to Tingfan."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Amidst everyone’s watchful eyes, she obediently served a bowl.

Song Tingfan glanced at her, shook his head, "No need, you... drink it."

Before he finished speaking, the sugar water in front of him changed direction. Meanwhile, the woman responded, "Alright, Mom, he won’t drink."

Song Tingfan’s jaw tightened slightly.

Lin Qiao felt secretly pleased, but her demeanor was genuine, showing no hint of just having brushed him off.

In Li Guifen’s eyes, it was as if the son-in-law didn’t want to talk to her daughter, and she felt anxious as Tingfan seldom lost his temper.

Turning her head, seeing Lin Han sip some wine, she irritably remarked, "You’re just so attached to your wine all day, can’t you go fetch the pot to serve food?"

Lin Han: "..."

He hadn’t done anything wrong — why was she always blaming him? Usually, maybe, but today their son-in-law was here and she couldn’t cut him some slack.

He set down the wine bowl and obediently went to the kitchen to fetch the pot.

Not long after, Lin Ping and Lin An came home. Seeing Song Tingfan and the others, they exclaimed, "Uncle, Uncle."

Lin Qiao felt a twinge of jealousy — those two ungrateful little ones, buying them so many snacks was a waste.

Just then Lin Ping ran over, took out a paper package from his chest, and handed it to her, "Little Aunt, for you to eat."

"What is it?" Lin Qiao opened the paper package and saw jerky. The earlier frustration vanished, and she couldn’t help but rub his head, "You’re so good to Little Aunt."

"Hehe, of course, I want to be good to Little Aunt. She’s the best little aunt in the world." Lin Ping gestured for emphasis and quickly added seriously, "But Little Aunt, you can’t rub my head, or I won’t grow tall. If I’m not tall, I can’t protect you."

His childish words amused Lin Qiao, and she laughed out loud, teasing him, "But what if I want to rub it?"

Lin Ping’s little face showed conflict, while Lin An came over cheerfully, "Little Aunt, you can rub mine, I’m taller than Big Brother."

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter, Lin Qiao rubbed his head, "Go and put your book bags down."

"Okay."

Lin An nodded, then picked up the book bags and showed her, asking for praise, "Little Aunt, the book bag you made is still great; I don’t let anyone else touch it."

"Good boy. I’ll make you another one in a few days."

Lin Qiao, after sitting for a while, started to feel some discomfort in her stomach, so she shifted around, and suddenly a large hand was on her shoulder. She looked over to see the handsome face of the man.

She secretly pouted, thinking: Where was he when he pushed her earlier?

"I’m going to get a drink of water."

Saying this, she got up and went to the kitchen.

Li Guifen hurriedly followed her, and as soon as they got into the kitchen, she said, "Did you argue with Tingfan?"

"No."

Lin Qiao quickly refuted, just about to scoop some water to drink when Li Guifen took the ladle and scooped a bowl for her, "Hardly. You’re bluffing your mother? Come on, spill it, why did you argue?"

"It’s really nothing."

Lin Qiao tried to walk out, but Li Guifen pulled her hand, "Why are you hiding from me, I’m your mom. Tell me why you fought, and I’ll talk to you two, I guarantee it will work out."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She was between laughter and tears, "It’s really nothing, just that the carriage ride was long."

"Oh, come on, what were you doing rolling your eyes at Tingfan in the carriage? And why didn’t Tingfan accept the sugar water you gave?"