Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 230 - 225: Yes, If She Dies, He Will Die

"I said, he might just be throwing a tantrum, kids are all like this." Mrs. Song glared at Song Tingfan several times, signaling him to step aside quickly.

Song Tingfan didn’t move, raising his voice angrily, "I said Madam Tingfan is not marrying! You all leave! If you don’t go, I’ll start hitting people."

In Mrs. Song’s heart, Song Tingfan surely wouldn’t dare to hit her. She put her hands on her hips, scolding him fiercely, "What? Could it be you have feelings for her? I think your head is full of wood; with one less person at home, it’s much easier!"

She only cared that Song’s second family had money and unconsciously ignored the fact that this household was single-handedly supported by Lin Qiao.

Song Qin didn’t expect the sister-in-law to come; she was so angry she was trembling, "What do you want! Have you gone mad? Hurry up and take the people away, or don’t blame this old lady for hitting you."

The Ye family noticed something was wrong, and Ye Zhi’s mother looked somewhat displeased, as their family was considered well-off.

"Without clarifying, letting us come here, my son Zhi is quite sought-after! If it weren’t for hearing that this widow is capable, sticking by my family, my family wouldn’t want her; it’s really unlucky!"

Lin Qiao, who was suddenly attacked out of nowhere, twitched her lips. Where did these people get their confidence to think she would stick to them for free? Her looks don’t seem like the kind that would stick for free, right?

"Auntie, a family like yours, I wouldn’t even want to stick to for a live-in son-in-law."

"To be blunt, if your son is so sought-after, why isn’t he married at around twenty? Could there be something wrong?"

Unexpectedly, what she said casually hit the mark; Ye Zhi indeed had some issues and didn’t like women. Only Ye Zhi’s parents knew about this matter.

Ye Zhi’s mother became furious on the spot, "Nonsense, we’re leaving, just be a living widow for the rest of your life then!"

The Ye family stormed off, Mrs. Song couldn’t hold them back, and stomped her foot, turning her head to curse at Lin Qiao, "Stick to you for free? What a big face you have, just a widow! No one would even pick you up from the roadside..."

Before she could finish speaking, a "slap" resounded through the courtyard.

Mrs. Song’s head was turned from the blow, looking in disbelief at the young woman, she shouted, "Lin Qiao! How dare you hit me?"

"Why shouldn’t I dare to hit you? You’re about to sell me off, and I can’t resist?"

Lin Qiao had enough of Mrs. Song’s antics repeatedly. She viciously said, "I know what you’re up to, but let me be clear today, if you dare to take anything from this house, I will take you with me to jump into the river!"

"If you don’t believe me, try it now!"

The woman’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone inside and outside the courtyard heard it.

Mrs. Song was momentarily frightened but then remembered she was the elder; surely Lin Qiao wouldn’t dare do anything to her, and she spoke even more recklessly, "What am I up to? How could I be up to anything if not to guard against you! With batches of men around you, who knows when you’ll take the household items away!"

"Without me saying, everyone knows, the year before last, she just gave money to Zhang Dong! Buying clothes and shoes! If it weren’t for my Da’an, Song Tingfan would have starved to death long ago!"

"You say I’m up to something, but the one really up to something is you! Shameless loose woman, flirting with men all over."

"No, shut up!" Song Tingfan clenched his fist tightly as if trying to endure her.

"Shut up, why should I shut up? What did she do to enchant you, helping her, the outsider, instead of me, your aunt?" All the resentment and anger in Mrs. Song’s heart poured out.

It made sense; the family wasn’t wealthy, yet Song An kept supporting them, without ten taels there were at least five taels over the years!

"Madam Tingfan is not an outsider; Aunt, you leave!" Thinking of Song An and them, Song Tingfan endured not taking action, but his eyes reddened with anger.

Just as Mrs. Song was about to say more, her wrist was gripped tightly, "Lin Qiao! Why are you grabbing me! Let go!"

"Aunt, saying whatever comes to your mind in front of so many people, today if I can’t clear this up, I fear I won’t be able to live in this village with dignity."

"I, Lin Qiao, have never flirted with any man. If I have, may I die a horrible death." Determined to teach Mrs. Song a lesson today, Lin Qiao pulled Mrs. Song out of the courtyard.

Song Tingfan and the others hurriedly followed them out, and the onlookers from outside the courtyard followed suit.

Lin Qiao dragged Mrs. Song to the riverbank, choosing a place where the river was relatively deep, about a person’s height.

Mrs. Song remembered what she said earlier and felt a bit terrified, "What are you doing! Let go of me, help! Murder!"

No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan who was running over, she shook her head, decisively saying, "Uncle, don’t come." While speaking, she moved a little closer to the riverbank.

Once he came over, it would be hard to continue the act.

Today, she must "scare to death" Mrs. Song; otherwise, sooner or later, she would end up sold like Song San and his wife.

Everyone’s expression changed instantly, Song Tingfan stood frozen, pale, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Madam Tingfan, don’t step back, she was speaking nonsense, it’s not like that, I know, I know."

At this moment, his heart was filled with extreme panic, similar to when his parents died, perhaps even more.

Madam Tingfan was different for him.

He hurriedly turned his head to explain to the people behind, "My sister-in-law has nothing unclear with others, she spends all day with me, she hasn’t, she really hasn’t!"

His voice gradually grew louder, and finally became somewhat hoarse.

The bystanders feared Lin Qiao might really jump into the river and die, as after all, it was a living person. They hurriedly echoed inconsistently, "Madam Tingfan, we believe you."

"Don’t do anything foolish."

"Exactly, you absolutely must not jump, if you leave, how will Tingfan and the others live..."

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Lin Qiao’s eyes reddened, water sparkled in them, presenting a "can’t go on living" appearance, "Uncle, don’t cry, remember not to endure everything, elders bullying people aren’t elders."

"I am most worried about you, promise me you won’t let anyone bully you in the future, okay?"

Song Tingfan indeed needed to change his habit of enduring everything with Mrs. Song.

Even for Song An’s sake, he can’t let people bully him without speaking up.

She never knew how to tell him this; after all, Song An was his uncle and treated him well, and with the place placing importance on elders, what she says might seem somewhat rebellious.

Not fitting the character of people here.

Seeing Madam Tingfan standing close to the river’s edge with only half a toe’s distance, his heart was in his throat, disregarding whether the place was crowded or not, he directly knelt on the ground, hoarsely pleading, "As long as my sister-in-law doesn’t jump, I’ll agree to anything, sister-in-law, I’m begging you, don’t leave me, I’m begging you."

Song Qin was so frightened that she went limp, "Qiao’er, don’t jump..."

The young man knelt on the ground, the plea and panic in his eyes were clearly visible, like clutching onto his last straw.

Lin Qiao was taken aback, a mixture of complex emotions for a moment—if she really did die, would he also follow?

Someone faintly answered: yes, if she died, he would die.