Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 157 - 152: He Likes Women Like His Sister-in-law

Chapter 157: Chapter 152: He Likes Women Like His Sister-in-law

Song Tingfan hadn’t spoken yet, but Song Qin eagerly joined in, "Yan’er is the same age as Qiao’er. Niu Niu is three years older, it’s better to be three years older, more understanding and sensible."

"But Yan’er is a bit skinny."

"She’ll be fine after some care." Song Rong, who usually doesn’t speak much, added a comment.

Lin Qiao observed the reactions of the elderly couple, realizing they wanted Song Tingfan to start a family.

She understood their concerns; they were afraid they might not live to see Song Tingfan marry and have children.

"We still need to ask Uncle whether he likes her or not? After all, it’s the two of them who will live together in the future."

"I don’t like her." Song Tingfan glanced at his sister-in-law’s smile, feeling a bit stifled.

He liked women like his sister-in-law, who would care for his grandfather and grandmother.

She also needed to take care of his sister-in-law.

Upon hearing he didn’t like her, Song Qin and Song Rong felt somewhat disappointed. Song Qin gazed at him, "You haven’t spent time together; you’ll like her once you interact after marriage."

Song Tingfan didn’t want to discuss this topic. He quickly finished his meal and deftly cleaned up the dishes, "I’m going to wash the dishes."

Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows subtly; the prospects for the antagonist’s marriage were still uncertain. Although he seemed simple and obedient, he had his own opinions on certain matters.

If he didn’t like the girl, it probably wouldn’t work.

But most of the time, he was at school, and even on breaks, he was either hunting in the mountains or doing chores at home following her around.

Where’s the chance to meet girls?

Thinking of this, she felt a bit worried.

No rush, no rush, there are still two years, take it slow.

She comforted the disappointed elderly couple, "Grandpa, Grandma, don’t worry, Uncle is still young, there’s time to discuss marriage."

It wasn’t that Song Qin was anxious to arrange her grandson’s marriage; rather, the family Lin Qiao mentioned was quite good, "It’s indeed a pity about that nice girl Yan’er."

"There’s nothing we can do if Uncle doesn’t like her. Grandma, don’t worry, I will find a good match for him."

Lin Qiao smiled sincerely and added, "He’s my only uncle."

In the past, if Song Qin and Song Rong didn’t trust her, now they felt reassured; even if they passed away, Niu Niu wouldn’t be alone.

Only Lin Qiao faced hardship.

Song Qin pursed her lips, speaking softly, "Qiao’er, don’t just focus on Niu Niu, you should also mind your own marriage prospects."

"Grandpa and Grandma aren’t unreasonable people and know you’ve done enough for this family."

"If you find someone suitable, start dating. Grandpa and Grandma have saved some silver coin for you as a dowry."

The Song Family was kind-hearted and would allow her to marry again.

The Wang Family reported that another widow in the village wasn’t allowed to remarry by her in-laws; otherwise, she would have remarried outside the village years ago.

Lin Qiao’s mindset had shifted a bit now; she didn’t immediately refuse, saying, "Let me think about it after Uncle gets married."

Song Tingfan happened to hear this as he stepped through the doorway. He lowered his gaze; he didn’t expect his sister-in-law to marry again, but his heart felt blocked by something.

He lowered his head and went inside to take the cloth from the table and then quietly left the main room.

Lin Qiao and the two elderly people assumed he was still shy and didn’t think much of it. Seeing it was getting late, Lin Qiao put the chicken and seasoning into the basket, then put on a straw hat.

Just as she stepped out of the yard, Song Tingfan chased after her, sounding muffled and somewhat aggrieved, "Sister-in-law, I want to go."

Lin Qiao: "..."

See, the antagonist just likes following her around with nothing else to do, so there’s no time to meet girls.

"Uncle, I’ll be back soon, go play with Tie Dan and the others."

In Tie Dan’s group of children, there were several girls.

Ahem, she wasn’t suggesting Song Tingfan to go after minors, just interact a bit early, at least to overcome his shyness.

The young man didn’t grasp her intention, only knowing his sister-in-law didn’t want him to go.

Does the sister-in-law not like him anymore?

Did he do something wrong?

Did he damage the box, and the sister-in-law found out?

The sensitive young man’s mind became as tangled as weeds.

Seeing his pitiful expression, Lin Qiao softened, "You don’t want to play with Gou Dan?"

Song Tingfan shook his head slightly.

"Then take off the belt, come back and wash the dishes, oh, wear a straw hat."

The moment the young woman finished speaking, the young man raised his head abruptly, face full of excitement, "Okay, sister-in-law, wait for me." With that, he ran into the kitchen while untying his belt, quickly returned, went into the main room to grab something, and then back into the kitchen.

After a while, Lin Qiao saw him carrying a bamboo flask filled with water, tightening the cap as he walked.

This bamboo flask was what she usually drank from; clearly, the antagonist had prepared it for her.

She couldn’t help but mentally scold the original self again; even such a well-behaved child had been driven to become an antagonist.

It was sinful.

...

When the two arrived, the donkey cart was already waiting at the village entrance, with five people seated. Old Zhou smiled and said, "I figured Tingfan would come, I told them to leave two spots."

"There’s nothing much at home, so I asked him to come with me." Lin Qiao let Song Tingfan get on the cart first, then got on herself, sitting at the tail end.

Seeing her sit next to him, Song Tingfan got up and switched seats, then placed the bamboo flask in front of him.

Including them, there were seven people; usually, eight could fit. But Old Zhou thought he might pick someone up along the way, so he didn’t wait and started driving.

As they took off, the donkey cart shook, and Lin Qiao fell toward Song Tingfan, hitting his chin. Once the cart steadied, she sat up, "Did it hurt?"

Song Tingfan glanced at the spot on his chest his sister-in-law had touched, his face flushed, "No, it didn’t."

The weather grew hotter, leaving people slightly overwhelmed, but Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan were okay as they wore straw hats.

"Daddy, it’s so hot," said the four or five-year-old boy squinting at his father.

His father wiped his sweat, shading him from the sun with his hand, "Be good, once we get to town, I’ll buy you candied hawthorn."

As soon as he spoke, a straw hat was handed over; he looked up to meet the woman’s gentle face.

He hesitated, "Tingfan’s sister-in-law, you wear it, we don’t need it."

Seeing him not taking it, Lin Qiao placed the hat on the boy, "It’s not hot now, right?"

The boy obediently shook his head, "I’m not hot, thank you, Madam Song."

"No need to thank for a straw hat." Just as Lin Qiao spoke, the glare of the sun disappeared as her head was shadowed. She glanced over to find the young man’s face exposed to the sunlight, with fine hair visible.

Her gaze traveled down, noticing the shadow on his neck, and the prominent Adam’s apple, characteristic of men.

In this world, a thirteen-year-old shouldn’t have an Adam’s apple; matured early, matured very early indeed.

She thought about this, and perhaps she should see Song Tingfan as a man.

"Uncle, you wear it, I’m not hot."

"No."

Song Tingfan held down the straw hat she tried to remove.

Staring at his hand, Lin Qiao paused, surprised by the antagonist’s gesture.

She adjusted the hat, "Thank you, Uncle."