Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 325 - 320: Song Tingfan, Why Are You So Fierce?

Chapter 325: Chapter 320: Song Tingfan, Why Are You So Fierce?

Song Tingfan carried her back to the inn’s inner room, and soon stepped out to find a doctor.

After a while, Lin Qiao opened her eyes, glanced around to see no one in the room, and couldn’t help but pat her chest.

Being stared at by the antagonist felt like losing years off her life.

However, the antagonist unexpectedly wasn’t angry.

She lowered her head, sniffed, and suddenly felt nauseated again. She quickly got up and ran to the toilet, "Ugh—ugh—"

Eventually, she retched until her eyes grew watery.

After a while, she felt much better. Suddenly, there was a "thud," and she hurried out, just in time to see Song Tingfan coming out of the room, looking sullen.

He looked like his wife had run away.

At the same time, Song Tingfan saw her, the gloom in his eyes dissipated, and he said heavily, "Where did you go?"

"I felt like throwing up, so I went to the toilet."

Lin Qiao pointed in the direction of the toilet, then entered the room and saw the fallen stool, unable to resist glancing at the man beside it. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Quickly, she redirected her gaze, bent down to pick up the stool, "Which little stray cat knocked over the stool again? Tingfan, I want to eat something sour." She looked at him pitifully as she spoke.

It wasn’t a lie; she did want to eat something sour.

In response to her coquettishness, Song Tingfan pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, "Wait a moment, I’ll buy it after the doctor checks you."

A quarter of an hour later, the doctor checked her pulse, "Vomiting is normal during pregnancy, eat more sour things to relieve it."

"The young lady is too thin, she needs more nourishment, otherwise, childbirth won’t be easy."

He turned to Song Tingfan and further instructed, "Consider her more, try not to let her do housework, and she can’t withstand any fright."

Song Tingfan habitually pressed his lips together, "Hmm."

After sending off the doctor, he glanced at the bed and gestured for Lin Qiao to rest for a while.

Lin Qiao understood, took off her shoes, got on the bed, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and said coquettishly, "Tingfan, I also want to eat candied fruit."

She wanted to test the antagonist’s tolerance limit for her, so she could act accordingly.

The woman in his eyes was charming, delicate, not overlapping at all with the person in his memory; why was she so different.

Song Tingfan’s eyes flashed with complexity, but he couldn’t imagine she wasn’t Lin Qiao.

After a moment of silence, "Alright."

"Tingfan, you’re so good."

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled with eyes curved, reaching out to tug on his sleeve shyly, "Bend down a bit."

Her intentions were quite clear.

She wanted to kiss him.

Recalling the previous kiss, Song Tingfan froze on the spot, then withdrew his sleeve, "I’m leaving now."

He then left the room swiftly, not waiting for her reply.

Seeing the antagonist "afraid" of her, it appeared he wasn’t as irrational as killing on sight.

From the past day or two of interaction, she noticed the antagonist is quite similar to Song Tingfan; he responds well to softness but not to harshness.

As long as she approaches from this angle, it shouldn’t take long to lower his guard.

Song Tingfan would naturally suspect if she was somehow reborn, given the stark differences, but as long as she’s not exposed, her life will be safe.

Thinking of this, the woman drifted off to sleep.

Some time passed, and the man returned with a basket of fruit. Seeing the woman on the bed was already asleep, he placed it on the table.

He stood there for a while and then turned to leave, at which point the woman began to talk in her sleep, "Tingfan, put on more clothes, don’t catch a cold."

"You have to wear, be obedient."

Soon, there was silence again.

The room was quiet for a moment, then footsteps sounded, gradually fading, followed by the sound of the door closing with a creak.

A little while later, the woman on the bed opened her eyes, glanced at the closed door, raised her brows, and then closed her eyes to sleep again.

Originally, she planned to sleep for a short while, but when she woke up, it was already dark. Lin Qiao paused for a moment, then propped herself up on the bed, huh, something was off.

Someone else was there beside her.

As to who it was, there was no need to guess.

She feigned joy, hugged him, and kissed his cheek, softly murmuring affectionately, "Tingfan."

The man was already sensitive; as soon as she moved, he woke up startled. Feeling the warmth on his face, he instinctively resisted, scolding in a low voice, "What are you doing!"

Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched; she had already kissed him, and he didn’t know what she was doing?

She unhappily slapped his chest, "Song Tingfan, why are you so fierce? Are you tired of me? If you are, then let’s divorce."

"You promised to treat me well for a lifetime when you begged me to marry you. It’s only been a few months, and you’ve changed, even being fierce to me."

The man didn’t say a word, and Lin Qiao pressed further, "If you don’t apologize, I’ll be angry."

After a long time, the man still didn’t speak, so she unhappily got up, got out of bed, and intentionally kicked the stool, "Ouch..."

Song Tingfan immediately got up to help her, but Lin Qiao shook off his hand with a genuinely angry look, "I don’t want your help." She said angrily and stormed out.

Inside the room, Song Tingfan knitted his brows together.

Back at home from the shop, Lin Qiao didn’t say a word to Song Tingfan, who glanced at her two or three times.

After dinner, Lin Qiao put down her bowl and chopsticks, "Granny Fan, later I’ll sleep with you."

Hearing this, Mrs. Fan glanced at Song Tingfan, then at her, instantly recognizing that the couple had quarreled.

"My bed’s small, you’ll get cramped."

Song Qin spoke up, "Qiao’er, you should go back to your room to sleep, don’t crowd your Granny Fan. Also, Tingfan is there to take care of you at night."

"Granny, I’m fine, I don’t need to be taken care of." Lin Qiao seemed determined to sleep with Mrs. Fan.

Song Qin couldn’t say much more, casting a glance at her silent grandson.

After Lin Qiao went into the kitchen, she called Song Tingfan into the room, slightly scolding, "Did you quarrel with Qiao’er?"

Song Tingfan shook his head, "No."

"No? You’re lying to me? Whatever happens, you should let Qiao’er be. She’s already uncomfortable being pregnant; it’s normal to have some emotions."

Fearing he wouldn’t take it seriously, Song Qin added, "Niu Niu, you were the one who wanted to marry Qiao’er. If you don’t treat her well, Grandpa and Granny won’t support you."

"Qiao’er has worked hard for this family; during the years you weren’t here, she was running between town and village, keeping her illness from us."

"When you went to the army, she slipped one hundred taels of silver to the government office to ensure you were assigned to a good place, so it wouldn’t be too hard for you."

"I only heard about this from the village chief’s wife."

Though Song Tingfan had no memory of these things, he vaguely believed them since she indeed treated them very well.

"Listen to Granny, go apologize to Qiao’er." Song Qin urged.

After leaving the room, Song Tingfan washed two sour fruits. Upon entering the room, locking eyes with the woman, before he could say anything, she turned her head away, ignoring him.

He pressed his lips tighter together, seemingly unsure of how to handle her, eventually placing the fruits on the table in front of her.

Under his soft gaze, Lin Qiao nearly couldn’t keep up the act; ahem, the dramatics only needed to go so far.

She glanced at the fruits, and after a moment, reached out to take one and took a bite.

After finishing, she looked at the man who stood like a statue beside her, "Tomorrow’s the assessment, go to bed early."

Previously worried about the assessment plot, she’s now not concerned, as the antagonist isn’t that foolish to be deceived twice.