Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 301 - 296: The Only Accomplice Mentioned in the Dream

Chapter 301: Chapter 296: The Only Accomplice Mentioned in the Dream

Lin Qiao was petrified. She tugged awkwardly at the quilt and opened her mouth, "Tingfan, didn’t we agree on three years?"

Their "enemy" relationship, although many parts of the story had changed, she vaguely knew that there were always people replacing others in the storyline.

Just like he was supposed to break his leg, she pushed him away, and she took it for him.

If she truly agreed to him, new things would happen afterward; if it’s good, then it’s fine, but if bad, she couldn’t bear it, and he’s probably unable to bear it too.

Thinking of this, her mind became a tangled mess.

Headache.

"I never thought of separation, three years doesn’t count."

Song Tingfan’s long arm wrapped around her, sensing her stiffness, he didn’t know why his sister-in-law always had some resistance to him, clearly, he could tell she...

He pressed his lips and said seriously, "Is it that you don’t trust me?"

"Every month’s salary is given to you, not leaving a single cent for myself. I know you can earn money and don’t lack this bit, but this is my intention. In the future, I’ll give you even better."

"It’s not about the silver."

"If it’s not the silver, what is it? Do you despise me?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

Seeing him pressing for answers, Lin Qiao couldn’t possibly say such an absurd thing that he’s the antagonist, so she had to lie, "Tingfan, I only see you as family..."

"You’re lying; you clearly are willing." Song Tingfan’s voice slightly raised, seeming extremely displeased with the term "family."

Lin Qiao, who was exposed, "..."

It’s getting harder and harder to get by; even a lie gets exposed.

Could it be that her feelings are already very obvious?

Since it was exposed, she didn’t deny it. She reluctantly said, "Tingfan, I can’t get over the hurdle in my heart. I was married to your elder brother, and although I didn’t spend much time with him, our marriage is really unfair to your elder brother."

Originally thinking that mentioning Song Tingyi might not dispel his thoughts but could at least calm the antagonist’s impulse.

Just miscalculated...

Her acknowledgment made Song Tingfan dumbfounded for a moment, then he hugged her tighter with joy and said, "You are willing?"

Lin Qiao was stunned. Had the kid not heard the latter part of her words? She just wanted to say something else when she heard his undisguisable joy, "Big brother wouldn’t blame us; he said before he left to let me marry you."

So it was because of the big brother that she resisted him.

It’s not that she disliked him.

Even more, it’s not because there is someone else in her heart.

A single sentence crushed Lin Qiao, unable to turn over, "..."

Song Tingyi even when he was about to die still thought about settling her, his incoming sister-in-law, that really is a kind heart.

For a moment, she couldn’t say anything, finally holding out a sentence, "So sleepy."

"Alright, go to sleep." Song Tingfan knew she was changing the subject but still cooperated with her and then took a palm fan to fan her.

The curve of his lips in the darkness grew wider and wider.

...

The next day, sunlight poured through the house, casting mottled shadows.

The eyelashes of the woman on the bed fluttered, and after a while, she opened her eyes. Touching upon the bare chest, she was momentarily stunned and then raised her head, staring at the handsome face of the man magnified in slumber.

She instinctively stared at his chest again for a second, then hurriedly averted her gaze.

Ahem, she wasn’t looking on purpose; it was right in front of her.

At this moment, a low chuckle from the man sounded. She abruptly raised her head; the supposedly sleeping man had completely clear eyes, without a trace of just waking up.

Clearly, he’d been awake for quite a while.

Those few glances she stole were definitely seen by him, and even Lin Qiao, thick-skinned, blushed. Rejecting him last night, yet this morning, staring at his chest.

Really so pretentious that she wanted to slap herself.

"Sleep a little longer; I’ll go make breakfast."

"Stay with me for a while longer."

After knowing her feelings, Song Tingfan acted much bolder than before; without waiting for her response, he pulled her in and kissed her forehead.

Quickly, he kissed again.

Caught off guard, Lin Qiao was momentarily stunned, then came back to her senses, "..."

She pressed against his chest, unnaturally, and said, "I’m not sleeping."

Last night she was insane to comply; she should’ve found an excuse to fool him at the time.

However, Song Tingfan seemed not to hear, burying his head in her nape before closing his eyes into slumber.

The shadows under his eyes were deep, suggesting he hadn’t slept well last night, and Lin Qiao ultimately didn’t wake him. After a while, she also fell asleep again.

When she opened her eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky, and the man by her side had disappeared.

She sat up, feeling something amiss, looked down, and upon seeing the white dudou, her eyes widened, and she immediately closed her inner garment.

Hearing the door open, Song Qin, who was planting vegetable seedlings in the courtyard, looked over, smilingly asking, "Qiao’er, slept well?"

"Slept well."

Lin Qiao glanced at the sky, seeing it was past the morning hour.

"If you slept well, that’s good. I’ll get you breakfast."

"I can go get it myself."

"Be sensible, rest a bit, I’ll get it."

Watching Song Qin’s retreating figure, Lin Qiao internally cringed, certainly assuming she was "tired" from last night.

At this time, Song Tingfan returned carrying water. Seeing her awake, he tenderly said, "Slept well?"

"Mm." Lin Qiao looking at his naturally composed manner didn’t seem like the person who undid her clothes. Could it be she loosened them in her sleep?

After a moment of dwelling, she cast it aside.

After a short while, five people exited the door, Lin Qiao handed them an umbrella, "Use it, be careful of heatstroke. Granny Fan, I’ll share one with you."

She wasn’t trying to avoid Song Tingfan; there were only three umbrellas in the house, and the umbrella canopies were small. Given his tall stature, he needed one umbrella.

Before Granny Fan could speak, Song Tingfan lowly said, "Qiao’er, we’ll share one."

Instantly, all three of Song Qin’s group chuckled, Song Qin warmly saying, "Then you two share one."

Lin Qiao had no choice but to share an umbrella with Song Tingfan.

Their shoulders were about a palm-width apart, Song Tingfan glanced at it, then reached out to pull her closer by her waist, "Come closer."

She leaned in, but he didn’t let go. Lin Qiao looked down, then glanced at him.

Did the antagonist think she wouldn’t dare to do anything to him?

At least she had seen things in the world.

Though she thought so, ahem, she indeed dared not to do anything.

A short distance beyond the alley lay a small, bustling market. Along the river’s edge was a long row of stalls, diversified with many little novelties unseen before, perhaps due to being at the frontier.

Lin Qiao was somewhat interested, walking and pausing, Song Tingfan would pay for whatever she glanced at, the little things not costing more than twenty cents.

The street wasn’t long, but they had wandered for nearly half an hour.

At noon, they found a noodle stall for lunch; business was quite good, with plenty of customers.

Suddenly, as they waited for their noodles, Song Tingfan stood up, respectfully and softly saying, "General."

Lin Qiao looked up, seeing a middle-aged man, about thirty to forty, with a broad face, rough skin, and a nose slightly tilted to the left.

She was stunned; this man was the only mentioned accomplice of the antagonist in her dream, Qin Dewen.

It was he who led Song Tingfan into rebellion.

Why was he in Lunan City when they were supposed to meet in Lanzhou?

How could it be...