Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 155 - 150: The Mother Isn’t as Brave as Her Child

Chapter 155: Chapter 150: The Mother Isn’t as Brave as Her Child

Upon hearing "my wife," Lin Qiao didn’t think elsewhere; her first reaction was that the antagonist was naively simple.

However, as soon as Song Tingfan spoke, he realized he shouldn’t use "my wife." "My wife" doesn’t mean sister-in-law; it means wife. He hurriedly explained, "Sister-in-law isn’t my wife; she’s family, very close family. I like sister-in-law."

"Really, sister-in-law, I really like you."

The young man’s eyes were pure and sincere, without a trace of impurity.

If teased further, his face would probably turn as red as a monkey’s butt. Lin Qiao blinked gently, her face full of smiles, "I really like you too, little uncle."

"I really like you too, little uncle," echoed in Song Tingfan’s mind, his heart fluttering like a deer, unable to hide his joy, sister-in-law likes him.

Sister-in-law doesn’t dislike him anymore.

He raised his eyebrows, "Sister-in-law, be careful, the path is narrow."

Lin Qiao nodded in agreement.

...

It was the sowing season, and for several days, Lin Qiao hadn’t gone to the town to sell goods, spending her days pulling weeds and digging fields, exhausted.

There was only a small patch left unweeded in the field. Lin Qiao threw down the grass in her hand and then plopped down on the ridge, "Grandpa, Grandma, let’s rest for a bit before continuing."

Song Rong waved his hand, "Qiao’er, you can go back and rest, your grandma and I will take our time."

"Yes, these days you’ve been up early and toiling hard; your body can’t take it. Go back," Song Qin said with concern.

Lin Qiao twisted her neck, "I’ll be fine after a rest." As she spoke, she glanced at the orange tree nearby, and what she saw made her freeze. A snake was coiled on the trunk, head raised, flicking its tongue.

She wanted to scream but dared not, wanting to move but found herself paralyzed with fear.

Lin Qiao feared snakes the most, nothing else compared.

There was a film about snakes once, where it was initially agreed that effects would be added post-production, but during filming, they used a real snake, a three-meter-long python.

In one scene, the snake had to wrap around her body. Though it was a domesticated snake, not aggressive, just the sight was frightening enough.

Outside, she was a bit of a tough cookie and forced herself to act, but as the python coiled, it squeezed tighter, and the director didn’t call cut, wanting an authentic suffocation shot.

Only when she was about to pass out did the director have the handler remove the snake, scaring Ms. Jia to tears, who for the first time scolded the director.

Back then, she was only a minor actress, and that director was famed; she wouldn’t have gotten the role if not for the original lead quitting last minute.

The director harshly criticized her, calling her pretentious and other things.

She powered through the day’s scenes, but back at the hotel, cried under her covers for a long time.

Since then, she has avoided anything snake-related.

The snake seemed to bully the weak; seeing her fear, it edged closer.

Lin Qiao instinctively leaned back, but with that slight movement, the snake lunged at her. She instinctively raised her arm to block, but the expected pain didn’t arrive. She looked up at the shadow falling over her.

The young man grabbed the snake at its crucial seventh inch, then swiftly picked up a rock and smashed it several times. The snake wriggled a bit, then stopped moving.

He looked at the young woman, seeing tears in her eyes. His heart felt a tug, and he quickly soothed, "Sister-in-law, it’s okay, I killed it." As he spoke, he tossed the dead snake away.

Lin Qiao wasn’t acting this time; she was genuinely terrified. After calming down, she wiped her eyes and spoke in a somewhat soft voice due to the shock, "Little uncle, thank goodness you came in time."

Otherwise, this would’ve been the end of the script.

She tried to stand but couldn’t muster the strength.

Oh no, she was scared stiff.

Song Tingfan naturally noticed and considerately offered his hand, "Sister-in-law, let me help you."

Seeing the distinct knuckles, Lin Qiao blushed slightly. As the "mother," she didn’t even have as much courage as the "child," "Let me sit a bit longer."

Song Rong and Song Qin had noticed the commotion and ran over, "Qiao’er, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Lin Qiao shook her head.

"The weather’s been nice; those things like to come out. I’ll go get some realgar powder and scatter it," Song Rong noted, glancing at where Song Tingfan had thrown the snake.

After resting a bit, Lin Qiao finally regained her composure and wobbled to her feet, "Little uncle, why did you come back so quickly?"

"I forgot the rope," Song Tingfan scratched his head.

He shouldn’t have taken this path down the mountain, but he wanted to check on sister-in-law, Grandpa, and Grandma, so he took a detour.

Since sister-in-law sat down, he had been nearby. Seeing the snake poised to attack her, he almost shouted in fright.

If he had known, he should’ve brought the bow and arrow; he could’ve shot it with a single arrow earlier.

At least sister-in-law is okay.

Lin Qiao felt relieved, thanking the antagonist for taking the detour; otherwise, she might’ve been bitten today. It seemed like the day before, a village uncle was bitten, luckily by a non-venomous snake.

"Go fetch it then."

After the snake incident, Song Tingfan wasn’t at ease. He pressed his lips together, "Let’s finish pulling the grass before I collect firewood." With that, he picked up a stick and struck the last patch of dense grass, sending several unknown insects flying.

Then he nimbly pulled weeds, moving fluidly without hesitation.

For a moment, Lin Qiao felt the security of a man, feeling much more at ease than before.

No wonder they say a man is the pillar of the house; having a man is so much better than a lone woman.

She suddenly recalled Li Guifen’s recent subtle hints that she should remarry.

If after dealing with the antagonist, she met someone good, marrying again wouldn’t be a bad idea.

No, not remarrying; she was still unmarried.

Getting married wouldn’t be bad.

Having a child would also be nice.

Realizing her change in thought, she clicked her tongue twice internally, but she didn’t feel conflicted. She wasn’t one to overthink, and besides, since she couldn’t go back, she might as well live her life well.

Her dazed gaze landed on the young man, somewhat "intense," causing Song Tingfan’s ears to redden as he caught it in his peripheral vision; why was sister-in-law looking at him like that?

After a while, someone suddenly stood on the path not far off, calling out for Lin Qiao, "Madam Tingfan."

Lin Qiao looked up to see Grandpa Zhou with a donkey cart. She stood, patted her hands, and walked over, "Grandpa Zhou, what’s up?"

"A woman asked me to see when you’ll be going to town to sell cold dishes again. I said you’ve been busy with farm work and haven’t gone to town. She said her family’s hosting a feast the day after tomorrow and needs over ten pounds of cold dishes, and asked if you could make them. If so, I’ll give her a reply this afternoon," Old Zhou said enthusiastically.

In the past, Old Zhou wouldn’t have taken the time to help, but he saw Madam Tingfan often giving his grandson cake without charging.

Over ten pounds of cold dishes was worth two to three days of stall sales; of course, Lin Qiao would take up such business. She quickly agreed, "I can do it, Grandpa Zhou, please reply for me... I’ll still head over this afternoon."

"That’s fine; it’s better to talk in person. Come to the village entrance after lunch; I’ll save you a spot," Old Zhou said, and then left.