Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 280 - 275: Straighten the Way, Cultivate What Is Right

Chapter 280: Chapter 275: Straighten the Way, Cultivate What Is Right

Lin Qiao looked at him, puzzled.

Song Tingfan didn’t respond, instead, he gently placed the red cloth veil from the bed onto her head and slowly lifted it.

The woman’s chin, nose, eyes, and forehead were revealed until her entire face was exposed.

Lin Qiao was stunned by his actions, lifting her gaze to stare at him, as she heard the man’s deep voice in her ear, "My wife."

If you listen carefully, you can hear the tremor in his voice.

Upon hearing these two words, Lin Qiao’s mind seemed to explode, and she began to cough, "cough cough cough."

"Tingfan, cough, just call me by my name."

She couldn’t handle him calling her ’wife,’ though ’mother’ was acceptable.

There was a brief flash of disappointment in Song Tingfan’s eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, "Newlyweds should refer to each other, you should call me... husband."

Lin Qiao was unfamiliar with the customs here and instinctively believed it, as it wasn’t an unreasonable request.

However, for her, it was indeed a bit excessive.

She didn’t call him that, and the man in front didn’t say anything, standing like a mountain, seemingly not willing to leave unless she complied.

Lin Qiao struggled internally for a moment, wanting to refuse, but was also afraid of hurting the pride of this childlike man.

She repeated to herself internally, this is a script, this is a script, this is a script.

Perhaps the self-comfort worked, as she displayed a perfectly appropriate smile, adopting her old acting mode, and sincerely called out, "Husband."

Her voice was soft and tender.

As soon as she uttered it, she was dumbfounded herself, realizing she might have overdone it.

"Cough, Tingfan, no, I didn’t mean to..."

The man grinned with joy, not pressing further as the word "husband" was enough to make him happy for a long time.

"There are some snacks on the table, eat something first, I’ll bring in food later."

After hearing the door close, Lin Qiao finally looked up and couldn’t help but scold herself, murmuring in frustration, "If you act, don’t act like it’s real."

"Already a bit off-course, if this continues it would be even worse off?"

"Need to steer it right, steer it right."

...

After noon, people finally left, and seeing Song Qin and the others were a bit tired, Song Tingfan sent them to rest inside, returning to the kitchen after a while to bring out the food and return to his own room.

By this time, Lin Qiao had already taken off her shoes and fallen asleep on the bed.

Seeing this, he moved quietly, setting down the food and closing the door.

Then he approached the bed, just about to move her to sleep a little further inside, probably due to the heat, the woman had pulled open her collar, faintly revealing a half of snowy white.

His body froze, quickly averting his gaze, while his face turned crimson.

In some respects, the man was just as inexperienced as he was three years ago.

Suddenly, Lin Qiao opened her eyes, instinctively startled upon seeing him, regaining her senses, she sat up, noticing his flushed face, assuming he had drunk too much.

She hurriedly got up to support him, "Did you drink too much, feeling dizzy? I’ll make you some ginger tea."

Song Tingfan lowered his eyes, lying, "No need, it’s nothing, let’s eat."

Face flushed to the neck, yet he claims it’s nothing? Lin Qiao was a little worried, "How much did you drink?"

"I don’t know, didn’t count."

Seeing her raise her hand to feel his forehead, his body tensed nervously.

Observing he seemed to walk and talk normally, Lin Qiao let out a sigh of relief, then her attention shifted to the table, starving as she had skipped breakfast.

She noted the two bowls, instinctively helping him ladle a bowl, "Uncle, let’s eat together."

Song Tingfan approached, took the bowl, pursed his lips, and seriously said, "If you call me uncle again, I won’t respond next time."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Okay."

After eating, she wanted to leave the room, but Song Tingfan stopped her, "You can’t leave the room today, only tomorrow morning."

Lin Qiao impulsively blurted out, somewhat sulkily, "Ah? Then what am I supposed to do in the room all day?"

Before finishing her sentence, she realized on her own, "..."

What to do, naturally "sleep."

She yawned, diverting the topic, "Feeling a bit sleepy, I’m going to nap for a while, you go do your own thing." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She quickly got into bed, pulled a thin blanket over herself, then perked up her ears to listen to the movements behind her, the footsteps growing closer and stopping, and then the bed slightly sank.

She turned her head, the man was already lying beside her, "Are you going to sleep too? Then you sleep, sleeping alone is more spacious."

Just as she wanted to get up, someone grabbed her wrist, and with a gentle pull, she fell into an embrace, hearing a deep voice, "Don’t move, it’ll be uncomfortable."

A young man of sixteen or seventeen, at the height of his vitality, having something soft and fragrant in his arms, if he didn’t react, it wouldn’t be normal.

Understanding where he might feel discomfort, Lin Qiao "froze," unable to "process" for quite a while.

...

The two didn’t leave the room all afternoon; Lin Qiao indeed fell asleep, but Song Tingfan did not.

As it approached dinnertime, he went out to work again, and at night, many people were still around, likely because it was much cooler in the evening, many stayed chatting and snacking on sunflower seeds.

Song Qin glanced at Song Tingfan, who was clearing dishes, and pulled him aside, "Niu Niu, leave this here, go inside and talk with Qiao’er."

Both of them understood what kind of ’talk’ it was.

Song Tingfan looked at the people in the yard, shook his head, then reached out to touch her hand, slightly cool, and worriedly said, "Grandmother, you go back inside to rest, I’m here."

"It’s fine, be good, don’t keep Qiao’er waiting tonight." With Song Qin’s persistent urging, Song Tingfan finally returned to the room.

Seeing the bed partitioned by a blanket, he wanted to laugh but acted as if he didn’t notice, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

"About to sleep, Tingfan, do you want to sleep on the outside or inside?" Lin Qiao gestured for him to choose.

Song Tingfan didn’t expose her little schemes, and to reassure her, casually replied, "I’ll sleep by the edge."

"Okay, I’ll give you more space." Lin Qiao laid on the inside, initially expecting he might misbehave, but he obediently lay down without making another move.

Some unknown amount of time passed, the woman fell soundly asleep, while the man’s eyes were open.

...

Early the next morning, a strong wind blew outside, the leaves of the peach tree in the courtyard rustled, making a "swoosh" sound.

Inside the room

Last night, Song Tingfan had been busy until late and was still sleeping, lying with the same regulated posture as usual.

Suddenly his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, making Lin Qiao quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

The woman seemed to sleep peacefully beside him, a trace of contentment flashed in Song Tingfan’s eyes as his greedy gaze lingered on her face before settling on her lips.

He slowly leaned forward, their lips touched, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze momentarily before boiling, igniting desires.

He wanted to...

Lin Qiao didn’t expect him to learn to take advantage while someone was asleep. Now she was caught between waking and pretending to sleep.

Very soon...

The touch between their lips lasted for a while, growing from light to slightly heavier.

The man’s breath became increasingly heavy.