Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 323 - 318: She Should Be Slowly Poisoned to Death

Chapter 323: Chapter 318: She Should Be Slowly Poisoned to Death

The room fell silent. Lin Qiao’s mind was tangled. What does this mean?

The villain’s reaction seems off.

Shouldn’t he strangle her immediately?

No, no, killing her would land him in prison; he should poison her slowly.

Pah, pah, pah!

Certainly not.

Does he still have memories of his past life?

Thinking of this, her heart felt a bit better.

If the enemy doesn’t move, she won’t move.

For now, the situation shouldn’t be too bad; Grandpa and Granny are still here.

Oh, and she’s pregnant.

She doesn’t believe he wouldn’t want the child!

"Why aren’t you eating? Not eating is bad for your health. Let me bring it over."

After saying this, she got up and left, returning quickly with a plate of food, which she carefully placed on the table and glanced at the man on the bed.

Despite the same face, she could clearly discern he was the villain. The villain’s gaze was cold.

The man on the bed kept his eyes on her, seemingly trying to stare a hole through her. Her heart trembled, but she pretended to be calm, saying, "Are you still feeling unwell? Should I feed you?"

She picked up the bowl and approached him, boldly picking up some food with chopsticks and feeding him.

Do not panic, do not panic.

She hasn’t done anything to wrong him.

The woman’s sincere expression didn’t seem fake. Song Tingfan’s clenched fingers gradually relaxed, and his eyes appeared confused.

It’s not that person.

Who is she?

And who is he?

Why is everything different from before?

The man’s thoughts were in turmoil, mixed with various emotions, rendering him momentarily unable to respond to her words.

Seeing he remained silent for a long time, Lin Qiao had a rough understanding of his mindset. After all, it’s just like when she took ages to accept reality back then. While his thoughts were unclear now, she could coax him.

No, move him emotionally.

"Is it too hot? Let me blow on it." As she spoke, she gently blew twice and then offered it to his lips.

Song Tingfan came to his senses, "I’ll do it myself."

He said, taking the bowl and chopsticks, and lowered his head to eat a couple of bites.

The food was warm, not spoiled...

Seeing him eat, Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, she saw he’d finished eating and reached to take the bowl and chopsticks. "You rest some more. I don’t sleep well; tonight I’ll go sleep at Granny Fan’s place."

Acting truly considerate, afraid to disturb his rest.

Song Tingfan cast a glance at her and finally murmured "Hmm."

Lin Qiao mentally let out a sigh of relief, suddenly remembered something, and touched her belly without glancing at his expression.

The villain is much more cunning than the innocent Song Tingfan.

Not easily fooled.

His gaze fell on her belly, Song Tingfan’s eyelids lowered slightly, concealing his emotions, leaving others guessing what he might be thinking.

Suddenly, a warm stroke crossed his face and quickly departed. He looked up abruptly, seeing the woman’s charmingly shy face, "Tingfan, I’m going to sleep, you rest well."

As she finished speaking, she blushed and ran out of the room.

Once in the kitchen, Lin Qiao’s heart was racing in her throat; she had just been plucking hairs on a tiger’s backside.

Now there’s one thing for sure, the villain temporarily has no intent to kill her.

After taking a moment, as she was about to exhale a long breath, she turned around to see Song Tingfan standing at the door, startling her.

Quickly covering up, she shyly avoided looking at him, "Why are you out here, hurry back and rest."

"Back inside to sleep." Song Tingfan didn’t perceive her strangeness, gazing straight at her.

Once she left the room, his heart was anxious.

It’s not him; it’s the former him.

Lin Qiao felt bewildered, "..."

Does she dare sleep in the bed?

But she doesn’t dare not to; if he realizes she guessed he’s the villain, he might strangle her on the spot without explanation.

She braced herself and nodded, then glared at him with a blush, murmuring, "You can’t mess around tonight, rest well."

It could be said her acting skills were profound.

Perhaps the man had never seen this kind of situation before; he was slightly dazed until she left before he reacted.

A while later, he walked out of the kitchen, and it had started raining again. He paused, reaching to catch it; the cool dampness felt very real.

Not a dream.

Absurd...

Upon entering the room, the woman was already in bed covered by a quilt. He didn’t join her but pulled out a floor mat from the cabinet, making a bed on the floor, then took a blanket and pillow.

Lin Qiao noticed and blinked in confusion, "Why sleep on the floor?"

"Caught a cold, I’ll pass it on." Song Tingfan’s lips pressed together.

At least he had a conscience; her previous kindness wasn’t in vain.

Lin Qiao felt much better emotionally. Song Tingfan was still the same, and she hurriedly got up, "I’ll sleep on the floor, you sleep on the bed, avoid getting worse."

"It won’t."

Song Tingfan lay on the floor, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes, seeming disinclined to interact further.

Lin Qiao: "..."

No opportunity for her to act.

Perhaps the young villain was adorable and amiable.

She stayed vigilant most of the night, finally falling asleep from exhaustion.

When she woke again, it was already bright, and the room lacked someone’s presence.

Lin Qiao shook out her asleep hand, sat up, and noticed the clothes at the bed head; she couldn’t understand his actions.

After thinking for a while, she gave up.

The feared things had arrived; now there’s no choice but to face them.

Running isn’t an option; if she flees, he will surely sense something.

She’s better off pretending to be a loving wife.

Later, when there’s a chance, find a suitable reason to separate.

Thinking of this, she felt some discomfort; saying she wasn’t sad would be a lie. She had initially planned for a good life, never imagining the villain would come.

Though it’s the same person, she couldn’t accept it.

As long as she hadn’t gone mad, she wouldn’t wish for a harmonious life.

The main room

The table was set with food, and Song Qin heard a sound, raising her head with care, "Qiao’er, you’re awake, come have some chicken soup, Tingfan, serve Qiao’er a bowl."

Song Tingfan, who was next to Song Rong, nodded and then ladled a bowl of the soup, instinctively avoiding the chicken neck.

Lin Qiao didn’t like chicken neck.

This deep-rooted habit went unnoticed by him.

During the meal, Song Qin noticed Song Tingfan not sitting next to Lin Qiao, and she hastily said, "Tingfan, sit beside Qiao’er, help her with the bones."

"It’s fine, I’ll manage myself." Lin Qiao felt that keeping a bit of emotional distance was good for both.

Song Tingfan stood up, then sat down beside her, expressionless, carving off a piece of chicken for her bowl.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She buried herself in eating.

She hadn’t eaten much when an urgent voice sounded, "Vice General Song, I need to speak with you urgently."

Gao Qiang was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

One glance revealed trouble.

Song Tingfan got up and led him out. Gao Qiang spoke hurriedly as they walked, "General is punishing us, claiming we were incompetent, fifty lashes, not dead but half crippled."

A cold gleam flickered in Song Tingfan’s eyes, Qin Dewen...

When the two arrived at the camp, the punishment was already underway.

General Xu Bo glanced at him, "Song Tingfan, you’ve come at a good time. Yesterday, a child nearly lost his life at East City. General is furious and demands severe punishment."

"However, considering that you nearly drowned, you’re exempt from punishment, but they must be punished."