Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 305 - 300: She’s Not Ready to Be a Mother Yet

Chapter 305: Chapter 300: She’s Not Ready to Be a Mother Yet

Hearing this, Lin Qiao didn’t think much of it and instinctively said, "It’s okay. I looked at it when it was brought in. It’s much better than the previous bed."

"No, for more than one tael of silver, it should be well-made. This bed is still unstable." Song Tingfan pressed down on the bedhead, secretly shook it a few times, and the wooden bed shook slightly, looking like it was poorly made.

Lin Qiao had nothing to say, "Then let’s call them to have a look later."

"Okay." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The annoyance in Song Tingfan’s heart dissipated a little. He glanced at the chrysanthemum and gently asked, "Do you like it?"

Suddenly hearing this, Lin Qiao instinctively thought he was asking about the bed, "I like it. It’s quite big."

There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by continuous low male laughter. Lin Qiao looked at him puzzled, suddenly realizing after a moment that he was asking about the flower.

"..."

She felt a bit embarrassed for a moment.

"The water’s boiling. I’ll go cook the dumplings."

She turned to go, but was stopped by Song Tingfan, who seriously asked again, "Do you like it or not?"

"I like it, I like it." Lin Qiao just wanted to leave the room, so she responded half-heartedly.

"It’s good if you like it."

Song Tingfan paused for a moment, holding her waist with his other hand. In this position, it was hard for Lin Qiao not to know what he was up to, so she instinctively turned her head aside, "The water will boil dry."

"It won’t. Grandma and the others are watching it." Song Tingfan lowered his head, looking her in the eye, then kissed her.

After a while, Lin Qiao struggled to catch her breath and gave his chest a punch, "Ting..."

Song Tingfan restrained his desire and let her go. In the next moment, he picked her up horizontally, placing her on the bed before following.

He didn’t give Lin Qiao any time to react, leaving her with no chance to struggle.

The two didn’t come out for a long time. Song Qin and the others tacitly smiled and chatted in the main hall.

After a quarter of an hour, Song Tingfan came out of the room and then went to the kitchen to cook the dumplings. Once they were ready, he served the three elders first and then took two bowls of dumplings into the room.

He looked at the woman sitting down, speaking gently, "The dumplings are ready."

The woman slightly raised her head, her swollen lips quite glaring. She took the dumplings and sipped the soup without a word.

Her lips were already swollen and numb, so even slightly hot soup hurt, let alone the dumpling soup just off the stove, which made her hiss.

"Fresh off the stove, it’s hot." Song Tingfan hurriedly poured her a bowl of water to drink.

Lin Qiao felt much better after drinking it, meeting his unwavering gaze, she couldn’t help but give him a playful glare.

How can a relative kiss like they’re "eating" you?

If this was acting, she would be fed up right away.

Song Tingfan, knowing he was at fault, tightened his grip on the chopsticks slightly. He hadn’t kissed anyone else and just wanted to kiss her a bit more whenever he did.

He confessed, "Next time, I’ll be gentler."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Another time, if it happened again, she would have to "educate" him.

Even flirting has its limits.

She couldn’t help but cough a few times, "Let’s eat the dumplings."

As long as Song Tingfan was home, Lin Qiao basically became a hands-off person, and he took care of all the housework.

Song Qin and the others even thought it was the way it should be.

After washing the dishes, Song Tingfan went to the woodworking shop. When a young man saw him, he eagerly asked, "Vice General Song, what do you want to buy?"

"Nothing to buy. The bed is too plain. Bring it back and carve some patterns on it. Calculate how much silver it will add?" Song Tingfan said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, the young man was taken aback for a moment, then quickly went to call the shopkeeper. After considering for a while, the shopkeeper said, "Half a tael of silver."

"Alright."

Song Tingfan gave them half a tael of silver, paused, and said seriously, "Do it meticulously. No need to rush. We’re in no hurry."

"Okay." The shopkeeper quickly nodded.

Afterwards, someone was called to move the bed back.

Looking at the small bed, Lin Qiao sighed in her heart. Needless to say, in a few days, Song Tingfan would "make a move" on her.

A big bed could calm things down a bit, but a small bed meant being close, and a young man full of vigor couldn’t possibly calm down!

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but this was too fast.

She wasn’t ready to be a mother.

Cough, having been one once was quite a failure.

She had a "shadow" in her heart again.

After settling the bed issue, the two went to the city to look at shops. The location of the shop was surprisingly good, the second door on the food street, and it was a double-door shop, more than twice the size of the one in the town.

Whether it was the shop or the location, Lin Qiao was quite satisfied, "How much silver?"

At the doorway, a man was staring at Lin Qiao. Song Tingfan noticed it, glared sharply, and the man touched his nose, slinking away, "Twenty taels of silver a month."

Lin Qiao was focused on looking at the shop and didn’t notice this, "Twenty taels of silver a month isn’t expensive. Is the shop for sale?"

"It is."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips and said seriously, "I don’t have that much silver on hand. I’ll buy it once I save enough."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao was taken aback, turning her head to look at him.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t believe it, but since it was Song Tingfan, she believed him. What he promised, he would definitely do.

Her heart warmed, "You don’t have to pay. I have the money."

With his monthly salary of thirty taels, he was willing to spend most of it to rent the shop, quite a responsible head of the family.

The villain hadn’t turned wicked, everything was fine, so it wasn’t surprising she had ideas.

"That’s what you’ve saved up. Let’s rent it first, then buy it once we have enough saved." Song Tingfan had asked how much this shop would cost, at least eighteen hundred taels of silver.

With his current salary, it was impossible, but if he got promoted to General, he would get one hundred taels a month, and the military would provide two barrels of rice.

The military’s assessment was next month, and he had to win.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle, "What’s yours and mine? It’s all for the family. The money was saved for you to marry a wife..."

Her mouth was too fast, and she quickly stopped, correcting herself, "It’s all saved for you to use. Now, buying the shop is also with your money."

"No." Song Tingfan’s expression seemed decided.

Lin Qiao had to go along with him. After signing the contract, it was already past 3:00 PM.

Thinking about the lack of food at home, Lin Qiao wanted to buy some groceries and habitually asked the man next to her, "What do you want to eat?"

"We’re not eating at home tonight. The General is hosting a welcome banquet for the new soldiers. Do you want to go? There’ll be roasted whole lamb." Actually, Song Tingfan didn’t really want her to go, but considering she hadn’t had roasted whole lamb before, he asked.

As expected, the plot line can’t be changed. Another General; Lin Qiao was curious about what kind of person this General was, "I’d like to go."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded, glanced at her clothes, an orange-white short jacket, her shoulders slightly visible.

"It’s cold at night in the camp. Change into a thicker outfit."

Lin Qiao instinctively believed him and obediently went back inside to find a heavier set of clothes, soon sweating.

The two arranged dinner for the three elderly at home before heading out.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the military camp riding a horse from the alley. The camp wasn’t too extravagant, just fenced with wood, with two soldiers guarding the entrance.

The two soldiers at the entrance respectfully greeted, "Vice General Song."

"Mm-hmm."

Song Tingfan’s serious face seemed a bit mature, making Lin Qiao look at him curiously several times. Naturally, Song Tingfan noticed her gaze, thinking she was scared, and his expression softened a bit, "Don’t be afraid, it’s okay."