Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 263 - 258: Let Your Sister-in-law Marry Me

Chapter 263: Chapter 258: Let Your Sister-in-law Marry Me

Lin Qiao was caught between crying and laughing, "No, he is my..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Song Tingfan interjected, "Since it’s still early, let’s sign the contract."

If you buy a shop, you have to go to the county to swap the property deed account.

The boss nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, sign it and go to the county to swap the account."

At the main hall to sign the contract, before Lin Qiao could take out the silver, she saw Song Tingfan handing a silver note to the boss, "No, no, no, don’t take his Silver Coin, I have it here."

The boss thought they were a couple, so accepting money from either of them was the same. He accepted Song Tingfan’s silver note, "Taking yours or his is the same, haha, I still owe you twenty-eight taels of silver, hold on, let me go home and get it for you." After saying that, he hurried off.

Song Tingfan wasn’t worried about him running away; if he did, he’d catch him, he still had that much authority.

"Uncle, for you." Lin Qiao also handed him a silver note of a hundred taels.

Song Tingfan didn’t take it and seriously asked, "Are you being polite to me?"

Lin Qiao originally meant well, thinking he didn’t have much money. His question made her feel a bit guilty.

Quickly she explained, "No, I was just thinking you don’t have much money."

It was true, even if his monthly salary was thirty taels of silver, it would be enough to support a family and raise children, but it wouldn’t be very affluent.

If a girl follows you, you must treat her well.

Realizing she was concerned about his money, Song Tingfan earnestly said, "It’s enough to support you."

"I’ll hand it over to you when we get back."

Those words were clear enough, a brief thought revealed what he meant.

Lin Qiao wasn’t after his money and quickly waved her hand, "I’m not after your money, you keep it, I..."

Suddenly she realized something; what did he mean by saying it’s enough to support her?

That hidden thought rose again, making her face momentarily strange.

Song Tingfan saw her from the corner of his eye; her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if contemplating something.

She vaguely sensed it.

He couldn’t push her too hard; she’d resent it. He explained in a deep voice, "Keep it with you; the household expenses need it."

"Can’t keep it?"

Being questioned, Lin Qiao felt a bit embarrassed, realizing he meant for the family to use it, while she thought he had ulterior romantic motives.

"Ahem, I can keep it; I just meant you can keep your money for yourself."

"It’s my turn to save money for the family."

Song Tingfan heard footsteps and looked towards the door. The shop’s boss was back again.

The boss cheerfully handed them twenty-eight taels of silver, then Song Tingfan went with him to the county.

Fan’an Shop

Li Guifen saw Lin Qiao return alone and looked back, "Hey, where’s Tingfan?"

Seeing her expression, Lin Qiao found it amusing and winked, "Sold him."

Li Guifen knew she was joking, and immediately gave her a disapproving look, "You cheeky girl, talking nonsense. If you dare sell Tingfan, your father and I will sell you."

"Mom, you’re so biased it’s reaching the other side of the mountain." Lin Qiao said while helping clear the dishes from the table.

Li Guifen laughed, "Of course, if you dare bully Tingfan, I won’t agree."

At this point, she paused, "You really should treat him well, this kid probably suffered a lot outside."

Remembering Song Tingfan’s chest, Lin Qiao nodded, "I know."

"As long as you know, give him what he wants."

"Okay, okay, okay."

...

After transferring the shop’s ownership, Lin Qiao hired someone to renovate it. The shop was busy here, so only Song Tingfan could oversee it.

This morning, Song Tingfan was at the shop watching the workers work on the roof, when he heard a shout, "Brother-in-law."

He turned his head and saw Niu Er, frowning displeasedly, then ignored him.

Niu Er seeing he didn’t come out, had no choice but to come in himself. The floor was full of dust, and he dramatically jumped in, then clapped the dust off his shoes, "My new shoes."

Then he looked at Song Tingfan ingratiatingly, "Brother-in-law, have you had breakfast? If not, let me treat you to noodles."

"I’m not your brother-in-law." Song Tingfan glared at him sharply.

Previously, Niu Er would have shouted at him. This time he didn’t, still grinning cheekily, "Okay, okay, you’re not, let’s go, I’ll treat you to noodles."

Seeing no response, he glared at Song Tingfan, thinking he was quite arrogant. If it weren’t for the fact it involved his sister-in-law, he’d have hit him long ago.

After a standoff, he stopped being polite, "Let your sister-in-law marry me; I’ll give ten taels as a betrothal gift."

He finally waited for Song Tingfan to return and naturally had to speak up about the marriage.

The kids in other families are already running errands, and he hasn’t married yet!

Song Tingfan’s face immediately darkened, intensely staring at him, "Say it again?"

Niu Er’s patience was wearing thin, and hearing that, his eyes widened, "So young and already hard of hearing, how did you even fight in battles? When others say east, do you run westward?"

"Let your sister-in-law marry me, I’ll give ten taels as a betrothal gift. If you think it’s not enough, we can discuss it, but don’t expect several tens of taels. Even if you sell me, I don’t have that much money."

As far as Niu Er was concerned, he treated Lin Qiao quite well; a widow getting such a betrothal gift was probably the first.

His sincere intention not only failed to please the man in front but got a deterrent scolding, "Get out."

"What’s the meaning of this, you brat? I was sincere, and you ask me to get out, are you asking for a beating..."

The words weren’t even finished when he forcibly reined them in. Whether he could court Widow Song depended on this annoying kid.

He added, "I’m not joking; I’m serious. You can ask your sister-in-law, I’ve been good to her all these years. I fetch water, do chores, do everything, she scolds me, and I don’t talk back."

Song Tingfan’s hands at his sides clenched tightly.

Niu Er continued, "What don’t you like about me? I’ll change, I promise. I can also find a wife for you; how about my niece, I’ll give her to you without asking for a bridal gift..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his collar and with considerable force flung him out, landing squarely on his backside. He couldn’t help but call out painfully, "Ouch, ouch, my butt."

Once the strength subsided, he stood up, holding his backside, glaring at Song Tingfan, "Song Tingfan! Are you asking for a beating! I approached you out of respect!"

"I’ll go talk to your sister-in-law later, she’ll definitely agree! A man like me is hard to find even with a lantern!" He scanned the crowd watching the commotion.

Annoyed, he spat, "What are you looking at? Get lost, or I’ll beat you all away!"

...

Seeing Song Tingfan return, Lin Qiao, while cooking noodles, asked, "What got removed?"

"Nothing." Song Tingfan compressed his lips and added, "Niu Er came to the shop and caused trouble."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao quickly handed over her task to Mrs. Wang Tan, "Did he eat too much? What’s he causing trouble for?"

"I don’t know, he started causing a fuss as soon as he came in. I threw him out." Song Tingfan didn’t mention Niu Er’s proposal to her.