Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 261 - 256: If He Wants To, Even an Iron Door Can’t Keep Him Out

Chapter 261: Chapter 256: If He Wants To, Even an Iron Door Can’t Keep Him Out

Lin Qiao was inexplicably stunned for a moment, then thought that the villain’s words made sense, why was she stunned?

"Then Uncle, hurry and get married. While I’m young, I can help you take care of things."

"Alright, we’ll get to it soon." Song Tingfan looked at her with a meaningful glance.

With these words, Lin Qiao felt much more at ease. She realized it was her own doing for being influenced by Mrs. Xu Liu.

Ah, could it be that subconsciously she’s admiring the villain’s good looks?

Lin Qiao, Lin Qiao, you’re incorrigibly infatuated.

...

After dinner, the sky had already darkened. While Lin Qiao went for a bath, Song Tingfan went out to pour the slop.

Lin Qiao, after washing up, found no one around. She called towards the loft, "Uncle, Uncle..."

No one responded to her.

The house was somewhat quiet at the moment. In the past, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but today it felt like something was missing, like when Song Tingfan went off to the army, she couldn’t help but call out occasionally.

She wiped her head while looking towards the door, and after a while, saw the man returning with a wooden bucket. "Uncle, you went to pour the slop?"

"Hmm."

Song Tingfan looked at the woman under the candlelight, her wet hair hanging down, her face showing some delicate gentleness, and couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

"Someone will come early tomorrow morning to do it. I paid someone to take care of it."

"If I’m here, there’s no need."

Song Tingfan locked the door and took some hot water inside to bathe. Lin Qiao, after a while downstairs, went up to the loft to make the bed.

After a while, she heard steady footsteps approaching. She turned her head and saw Song Tingfan, shirtless.

To be honest, the villain really had a great physique.

Seeing her staring at his chest, Song Tingfan, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, explained, "I took off my clothes, called you but you didn’t respond."

However, his face didn’t seem as calm as his words; his earlobes tinged with a thin blush.

"The clothes are in the closet."

Lin Qiao snapped back to reality and quickly went to the closet to get the clothes to hand to him.

Song Tingfan took them and slowly put them on.

Even though it was dark outside, it wasn’t that late. Listening to the sounds from next door confirmed it.

Lin Qiao glanced at Song Tingfan, hesitated a bit, and then decided to go to sleep, feeling the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit strange. "Uncle, I’m going to sleep."

"Hmm." Song Tingfan watched her pull the curtain, repeatedly, as if it could protect against something.

If he wanted to, even an iron door wouldn’t stop him.

He chuckled lightly, then blew out the candle and got into bed, but couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

At the border, he usually slept at midnight, and on guard duty, he couldn’t sleep all night.

He liked standing guard; he could see far, and although it was pitch black, he knew which direction home was.

He thought some feelings would gradually lessen, but they became more and more. He began to understand certain emotions clearly...

The General said that one should marry with the same vigor as going into battle without hesitation; if you can do it, don’t waste words.

Thinking of the last sentence, he glanced sideways in the direction of the curtain, afraid to, and he wouldn’t...

That night, Lin Qiao slept soundly, waking up to a bright day. She yawned, looking down from the loft. Suddenly, she saw a man in simple clothing steadily approaching with a bucket of water, holding a paper package in one hand.

As he got closer, it turned out to be Song Ting’s face.

In the next moment, he looked up towards the loft, their eyes meeting, and he smiled, "Come down and have some buns."

His looks were already against the rules, and that smile made it even more so, causing Lin Qiao’s heart to skip a beat.

Ah, at this rate, something’s bound to happen. Her infatuation was growing by the day.

"Alright."

Hearing the footsteps from the loft, Song Tingfan looked up again and smiled, "Why haven’t you combed your hair?"

Without waiting for Lin Qiao to respond, he continued, "I’ll help you comb it." With that, he went up to the loft and quickly came back down with a comb.

Lin Qiao couldn’t bring herself to let him comb her hair. "I’ll do it myself."

She reached out for the comb, but Song Tingfan didn’t give it to her. He remained calm, "You used to comb my hair, now I’ll comb yours."

That’s different. Lin Qiao still refused, "You were young back then."

Song Tingfan disliked being called young by her, as if she never regarded him as a man. He said in a deep voice, "I’m not young anymore. I can help you comb your hair."

Under his insistence, Lin Qiao had no choice but to let him do it. His technique seemed practiced, and soon he had styled a simple bun and inserted a hairpin.

She blinked at him, teasing, "Practiced quite a bit, haven’t you?"

"Hmm." Song Tingfan gazed at her fair face, softening his eyes.

Lin Qiao smiled, "Uncle, you’ll definitely make a good man in the future. That girl’s lucky."

A non-darkened Song Tingfan indeed is a good man. No, not just considered, he certainly is.

"It’s me who’s lucky."

Song Tingfan handed her the package on the table, "Finish it."

The package contained four or five buns, but Lin Qiao couldn’t finish them all. She was about to say something, but upon meeting the man’s unrefutable look, she held back.

Her role as a sister-in-law seemed to give her less and less say.

Just as she finished the buns, Mrs. Wang Tan came by, greeting them with a smile, "Boss."

Then she glanced at Song Tingfan, assuming Lin Qiao had found a helper, "Found someone?"

The shop was bustling, too busy to handle, and the previous helper left due to family issues.

"Hmm, free labor." Lin Qiao smiled and continued, "He’s my uncle. Hasn’t he changed a lot?"

Mrs. Wang Tan, like others, was surprised, "Grown so tall and strong now, huh."

Lin Qiao glanced at Song Tingfan and nodded.

Song Tingfan greeted, "Aunt Wang."

"Good, good, her stress will be much reduced with you back. You should advise her more, she works like her life depends on it."

Mrs. Wang Tan had seen Lin Qiao’s efforts over the years; she worked as hard as any man, both the shop and the home depended on her. Sometimes she hurried home at night and returned before dawn.

To be honest, she’s gone above and beyond what one would for one’s own parents.

Lin Qiao had thought of finding someone to fill her role, but after hiring two chefs who left to set up their own stalls after learning the skills, she temporarily gave up on it. Recently, she planned to lease a larger shop and had entrusted Manager Li to help find a reliable chef.

"Aunt, don’t say such things in front of him, or he’ll scold me later."

Although the tone was playful, she truly felt that Song Tingfan had become more assertive, no longer speaking softly like a little rabbit.

Now he spoke like a tiger, not cute at all.

Mrs. Wang Tan chuckled, "Tingfan wouldn’t scold you." Then she noticed someone entering and sitting down, quickly greeting, "What would you like? Our noodles are delicious, care for a bowl?"

"Noodles with minced meat, three taels."

The man picked up a pair of chopsticks, impatiently, "Quickly, I’m in a hurry."

"Alright, coming right up."

Mrs. Wang Tan grabbed some noodles and put them in to cook. The preparation was simple, so Lin Qiao didn’t help and instead rolled up her sleeves to start making cakes.

As more people gradually entered the shop, Li Guifen also came to assist. With Song Tingfan’s help today, it was noticeably easier; usually, the men would seize any chance to tease Lin Qiao endlessly, but today, upon seeing Song Tingfan, they behaved themselves.