Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 124 - 119: He Wants to Stay Home and Play With His Sister-in-law

Chapter 124: Chapter 119: He Wants to Stay Home and Play With His Sister-in-law

Song An pretended to be displeased, "Just take them and stop pushing them around, otherwise, don’t come here anymore."

Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan had no choice but to accept them. After staying for a while, the four of them finally went back home.

Once they got home to look at the red envelopes, each of their red envelopes surprisingly contained one tael of silver. Lin Qiao knew that Song An didn’t give it all to them; it also included Song Qin and Song An, probably fearing complaints if they stuffed silver coins into the hands of the elderly couple, and Mrs. Song being unhappy.

After all, they already received silver coins and rice every month.

Honestly, it was more than enough.

"Sister-in-law, here you go." Song Tingfan automatically handed the red envelope to her.

Lin Qiao shook her head, "Keep it to yourself, buy whatever you want during the festival."

"I won’t buy anything."

"Just keep it, just in case you go out with Tie Dan and need to buy something."

"I’m not going out with Tie Dan." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Song Tingfan insisted on giving it to her, and Lin Qiao reluctantly took it, "Alright, sister-in-law will keep it for you."

Just as Tie Dan was mentioned, he came over with a group of kids, shouting at the door, "Song Tingfan, come out to play, let’s have a snowball fight."

Just a few days ago, he said he wouldn’t play with them, yet here he was calling out. Kids’ hearts are pure, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh and said to Song Tingfan, "Go and play, if you can’t bear the cold, just come back."

Song Tingfan didn’t want to go out and have a snowball fight with them at all; he wanted to stay home and play with his sister-in-law, "I don’t want to go, I want to stay home."

Seeing he didn’t respond, the kids outside shouted even louder, "Song Tingfan!! Song Tingfan!!"

Lin Qiao instinctively thought he wanted to stay home and help with work, sighed inwardly, then laughed and urged him, "In a bit, I’m going to Aunt Lin’s house, no one’s here to watch you, go play, be good."

Hearing the word "good," Song Tingfan pursed his lips and obediently went outside. Zhou Tiedan saw him and waved happily, showing off the gloves he was wearing, "Tingfan, my mom sewed these gloves for me, aren’t they nice?"

Song Tingfan glanced at them, not envious at all, and seriously said, "They look nice, but not as nice as the ones my sister-in-law made."

Zhou Tiedan didn’t have a chance to feel happy before being deflated, "Sure they do, my mom’s are nicer than your sister-in-law’s."

Remembering his sister-in-law’s advice not to upset Zhou Tiedan, he didn’t respond to him.

Zhou Baoying, who had her hair styled in two flower buns, piped up crisply, "Bro, your gloves aren’t as nice as Tingfan’s. Tingfan’s gloves have covers."

"Zhou Baoying, you’re just siding with Song Tingfan. I’ll sell you to him in a bit, and you can go be his sister!" Zhou Tiedan’s initial joy of wearing new gloves suddenly vanished, and he angrily shouted at his own sister.

Zhou Baoying blinked her big eyes and nodded seriously, "Okay, Tingfan can gather bird eggs and you can’t."

Zhou Tiedan was almost furious enough to cry; his sister was siding with someone else, "I won’t bring you roasted bird eggs anymore."

"Fine, don’t then, Tingfan will give them to me." Zhou Baoying happily held Song Tingfan’s hand, looking as if she was close with him and not with Zhou Tiedan.

Without thinking, Song Tingfan avoided her hand; he didn’t want others to gossip, as there is a difference between boys and girls.

He didn’t think about the joy in his sister-in-law’s eyes when she pulled him along.

Seeing his sister was being ’ignored,’ Zhou Tiedan heartlessly laughed, "Zhou Baoying, you’ve been ignored, serves you right!!"

"Time for a snowball fight!"

He grabbed some snow from the ground and threw it at Song Tingfan, but since Song Tingfan often hunted, his reflexes were quick, and he dodged it. At the same time, he grabbed some snow and threw it back at him.

Zhou Tiedan got hit square on the face, shivering from the cold, and grumbled, "Song Tingfan, you’re bullying me!"

"You’re just bad at aiming." Song Tingfan threw another snowball at him, landing it on his shoulder.

The depression caused by Zhou Tiedan dissipated quite a bit.

Zhou Tiedan, his pride hurt, grabbed more snow and threw it at him, and soon the group of kids was all hurling snowballs carelessly.

Adults from each household occasionally came out to take a look, felt reassured seeing their children, and went back to their work.

Fearing other kids might bully Song Tingfan, Lin Qiao stood at the door watching for a while, but seeing three or five kids all "bullying" Zhou Tiedan, she smiled and then returned to the main room to do her needlework.

A few minutes before the hour was up, Song Tingfan returned. Lin Qiao was sitting on a long bench and instinctively moved over to make room for him to sit by the fire, "Are you cold?"

"Not cold, a bit hot." Song Tingfan bashfully wiped his forehead, having worked up a sweat while playing.

He couldn’t help but share the snowball fight story with her, "Sister-in-law, Zhou Tiedan threw snow at me many times and missed every time, but I hit him every time." He said, looking for a "compliment."

Imagining Zhou Tiedan close to tears, Lin Qiao found it amusing, "Little uncle is impressive after all."

Song Tingfan bashfully touched his nose tip, his happiness growing from his sister-in-law’s praise.

He seriously said, "Not impressive, just better than Tie Dan."

He didn’t understand why he needed to compare with Tie Dan, but just feeling better than him made him happy.

"Much better, little uncle is more sensible than Tie Dan." Lin Qiao’s words, though partly comforting, were also genuine.

In the whole village, kids of Song Tingfan’s age generally didn’t bother with family chores; they only cared about their three meals a day before running off to play wild.

No one else was as diligent as Song Tingfan, who got up at dawn to carry water, boil it for meals, and do laundry.

Hearing this, Song Tingfan couldn’t help but grin, showing his whole row of teeth, looking quite simple-mindedly happy.

Noticing it was getting late, the four of them left for the Lin family early, with snow starting to fall again, and there were only two umbrellas at home, so two shared one.

Song Tingfan held the umbrella, angling most of it toward Lin Qiao, occasionally checking to ensure she was well-covered.

At the Lin Family’s door, Lin Ping and Lin An were happily playing with snow. When they saw Lin Qiao approaching, they excitedly called out, "Auntie, come play snowball fight."

The two had grown a little chunkier, looking adorably plump. Lin Qiao played along, grabbing a handful of snow and tossing it at them, "Come on."

The two kids laughed heartily after being pelted with snow, grabbing snow to throw back at her. Lin Qiao deliberately let them hit her.

Two children and an adult started playing at the entrance.

Li Guifen heard the noise and came out to greet them, glanced at the three and smiled, but didn’t intervene in their play, then assisted Song Qin and Song Rong into the courtyard.

Seeing Song Tingfan standing by, Lin Qiao mischievously tossed snow at him. He could have dodged but chose not to, letting her hit him squarely.

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled foolishly.

Lin Ping and Lin An mimicked her, tossing snow at Song Tingfan. Noticing he didn’t dodge, Lin Qiao quickly called out, "Ping’er, An’er, don’t throw at little uncle."

Then she gave Song Tingfan a playful glare, "Little uncle, why didn’t you dodge?"

"I didn’t... dodge," Song Tingfan stammered.

Hearing this, Lin An joyfully jumped, mockingly saying, "Little uncle, you’re so silly."

"Silly," Lin Ping echoed with a nod.

The children’s minds were simple, but Lin Qiao’s was not. Hearing Song Tingfan stutter, she knew he deliberately let them hit him, "Your little uncle isn’t dumb; he does best in school exams, whereas you two don’t study hard. Auntie won’t give you red envelopes tomorrow."

"Ah! Auntie, I want a red envelope."

"Then say little uncle is smart."

"Little uncle is smart, Auntie is smart too."

The children were too amusing, making Lin Qiao smile so much that her eyes curved, "Alright, I’ll give you big ones tomorrow."

Speaking of which, she looked at Song Tingfan, "You’ll have one too, little uncle."