Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 250 - 245: I Guess It’s No Longer Possible to Treat Him Like a Child

Chapter 250: Chapter 245: I Guess It’s No Longer Possible to Treat Him Like a Child

A few years ago, the clothes were obviously too small, the sleeves were short, the waist was tight, and it didn’t fit well. Song Tingfan changed into the slightly wet clothes.

As he just got down the attic, he heard a familiar voice.

"Widow Song, I’m soaking wet, can’t you feel sorry for me a bit?"

He walked down a few more steps and saw the man drenched like a wet chicken, it was Niu Er.

Lin Qiao couldn’t be bothered to deal with Niu Er. "Go grab a cloth yourself, stop yelling here, or get out if you keep it up."

"You fierce woman, besides me, who else would marry you? Yet you refuse me. Hmph, don’t come crying to me later."

Niu Er wasn’t angry at all; instead, he happily went to get a cloth. When he looked up, he saw a tall and handsome man coming down from the attic.

The crisis momentarily reached his throat, and he barked sharply, "Who are you? Why are you coming out of my fiancée’s room? Believe it or not, I’ll beat you up."

"Widow Song, while I’m not here for a moment, you let someone into your attic..."

"Shut up!"

Lin Qiao rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Song Tingfan and saw that he was still wearing the wet clothes. Puzzled, she asked, "Are the clothes too small?"

"Yeah, I can’t fit into them anymore."

Song Tingfan walked over and stood between Lin Qiao and Niu Er.

Hearing the word "clothes", Niu Er got angry and jumped, "What? Clothes? What did you two do? Widow Song!!!"

Lin Qiao’s brow twitched, just as she was about to speak, Song Tingfan said succinctly, "Get out."

With a serious expression, it was somewhat intimidating.

Lin Qiao’s eyes widened slightly; this was nothing like her obedient, simple "son."

Even someone like Niu Er was momentarily dumbfounded. After a while, he came to, feeling a bit humiliated. "Who are you? You’re the one who should get out."

"Niu Er!! Why are you shouting?"

Li Guifen regarded Song Tingfan as a son-in-law and couldn’t stand Niu Er yelling at him. She quickly added, "This is Tingfan."

Niu Er was petrified for a moment, then looked Song Tingfan up and down. He didn’t look like he used to, like a little chick. How did he become so strong in just three years, towering over him by a head?

"Oh, so it’s you, little brother-in-law. Don’t be angry, huh? I was just messing with you earlier." Saying this, he reached out to pat his shoulder, but meeting his sharp gaze, he pulled his hand back.

Damn, he was intimidated by a kid.

He took the cloth and sheepishly wiped himself in the corner.

He wasn’t scared; he was just giving Widow Song face.

Lin Qiao ignored his internal drama, her eyes fell on Song Tingfan’s clothes, "The clothes are indeed a bit small, bear with them for now, I’ll get you a set later."

"I can’t fit into them." Song Tingfan explained softly.

"Really? I even bought a size bigger for you back then." Lin Qiao looked him up and down, he was bulkier but shouldn’t be unable to fit.

Song Tingfan noticed her gaze, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and repeated, "I can’t fit into them."

Lin Qiao didn’t say anything further, pointing to a lit stove, "Then warm up by the stove."

"Alright." Song Tingfan took a seat on a stool beside the stove, sitting straight and proper, looking every bit like someone skilled in martial arts.

Niu Er couldn’t help but lean towards Lin Qiao, "Is that really your little brother? Feels like he’s a different person now."

As he paced back and forth, water pooled on the floor, and Lin Qiao snapped, "If you keep pacing, get out."

"Alright, alright, I won’t move." Niu Er took a stool and sat by the stove as well.

At this moment, Li Guifen finished cooking noodles, using a ladle to scoop generously.

Lin Qiao noticed her excessive scooping and her mouth twitched. On regular days, if she over-served guests, she’d nag for half a day.

"Tingfan, if it’s not enough, I’ll cook more, eat till you’re full."

Li Guifen handed it to Song Tingfan, who took it with a smile, "Thank you, Aunt Lin."

"What are you thanking for? Hurry and eat." Li Guifen looked at her son-in-law with satisfaction growing by the minute.

The rain outside came fast and left just as quickly. In less than half an hour, it stopped, the weather cleared up, and sunlight streamed halfway into the house.

Niu Er felt uncomfortable being drenched, and seeing the rain stop outside, he left.

Li Guifen looked at her silent daughter and Song Tingfan, her eyes twinkling, "Oh, I almost forgot, your dad asked me to head back early, saying your sister-in-law’s family is visiting. Oh no, I have to go, daughter."

"Tingfan will be your burden, help out a bit at the shop." With that, she hurriedly removed her apron and left.

If Lin Qiao couldn’t see through her act, then all her years of acting would be a waste, "..."

She glanced at Song Tingfan rolling up his sleeves and washing dishes quickly, "Little brother, let me do it, you rest a while."

"Not tired." Song Tingfan looked at her.

Suddenly, a joyful voice chimed in, "Sister-in-law, I want two cakes."

Hearing it, Lin Qiao smiled, "Sure, haven’t gone to class yet?"

At the door, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy wore a crescent-colored scholar’s robe, his brows delicate and his demeanor slightly shy.

"Bought it then I’ll go, sister-in-law, this is for you, my mother made it."

"Looks like I’m in for a treat again."

Lin Qiao packed two more cakes for him. After he left, she handed the pancake on the table to Song Tingfan, "Little brother, try this, Aunt Ming’s pancake is delicious."

The woman’s smile at the corner of her lips was evidently a bit more restrained than before, Song Tingfan’s lips barely visible as he muttered, "Okay."

He took it in his hand, squeezing slightly, and the pancake crumbled a little.

It wasn’t really Lin Qiao’s fault for feeling distant, she could act enthusiastically if she tried, but looking at the changed Song Tingfan, she couldn’t find the words.

It’s probably because she can’t treat him like a child to coax anymore.

After noon, when the shop was usually empty, Lin Qiao would close it up and nap, but since Song Tingfan was back, she didn’t. She glanced at the sky outside, "Little brother, maybe you should go back? Grandpa and Grandma must want to see you."

"Are you trying to send me away?" Song Tingfan looked directly at her.

Lin Qiao quickly waved her hands, laughing, "Not at all! Grandpa and Grandma talk about you often, they’ll be so happy to see you."

"Let’s go back together."

"I... okay, let me close up the shop."

After tidying up the stall, Lin Qiao went upstairs to pack two or three sets of clothes, along with the clothes she bought for Song Qin and others a few days ago.

She came downstairs to see Song Tingfan, with one hand, carrying the dozens-of-pound stove to the entrance, seemingly effortlessly.

Usually, it would take her ages to move it.

Having a man around does make a difference.

Seeing him work, the strange feeling in her heart dissipated quite a bit, she laughed, "Little brother, no need to move it, just leave it there."

Song Tingfan wiped his hands with a cloth, then reached out to take the bundle in her hand, "Want to ride the horse back with me?"

Upon hearing that, Lin Qiao remembered he said he rode here, she looked around but didn’t see a horse, "Where’s the horse?"

"In the donkey shed up front, the horse got tired and needs to eat." Song Tingfan locked up the shop.

Lin Qiao made an "oh" sound, thinking how there’s only so much space on a horse, it would be cramped for two people, "It won’t fit, I’ll take the donkey cart."

Song Tingfan glanced at her sideways, speaking in a low voice, "Just enough room."