Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 327 - 322: The Legendary Rise of the Mother Through Her Child

Chapter 327: Chapter 322: The Legendary Rise of the Mother Through Her Child

Song Tingfan’s suspicions shifted, his gaze landing on her shoulder, and his hand hesitated awkwardly.

After a long silence, he finally replied with a soft "hmm".

The woman sat up, probably because her undergarments were loose, and a faint glimpse of soft white was visible in the dim light.

His eyes froze for a moment but then shifted expressionlessly away, before sitting on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her shoulders with his hands.

Lin Qiao slyly glanced back at him, pondering how the antagonist seemed to be quite... good to her.

After a while, she felt it was sufficient, "That’s enough."

Then she turned around, leaned in, and kissed him, but Song Tingfan dodged.

She feigned surprise, then unhappily cupped his face, leaned in to kiss him again, and then huffed, "Next time I won’t let you kiss me either." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Her sudden closeness made Song Tingfan’s entire body tense, the next moment he pushed her hand away, "It’s late, let’s sleep."

Lin Qiao pretended not to notice, "Sleeping on the floor again tonight?"

"Hmm, it’s not ready yet."

Song Tingfan didn’t look at her, after spreading the straw mat, he extinguished the oil lamp, leaving the room in silence.

...

The night gradually faded into white, and finally, the sky brightened.

Main room

After eating, Lin Qiao glanced at the sky outside, it was almost 7 a.m. to 9 a.m., then looked at Song Tingfan, "Not going to camp?"

"No, packing a couple of clothes to return to the village." Song Tingfan rolled up his sleeves and stacked the dishes.

Hearing this, Lin Qiao was taken aback, not expecting he remembered she mentioned returning to the village, "It’s nothing, Grandma and they feel uncomfortable riding the carriage."

"If they don’t return, I’ll find someone to take care of them." Song Tingfan had already spoken with Song Qin and the others; the three elders didn’t want to go back, firstly because they couldn’t bear it, and secondly, they didn’t want to cause trouble for them.

Song Qin affectionately said, "Qiao’er, you two just go back, stay home for a few more days, don’t worry about us."

Finally, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan went back together, well, Lin Qiao didn’t want to go back now, on the road facing off with the antagonist was going to be "intense".

After setting the cushion in the carriage, Song Tingfan glanced at Lin Qiao, motioning for her to get on the carriage, after she got on, he looked at Song Qin and the others, speaking gently, "Grandpa, Grandma, we’re leaving."

"Alright, alright, take care of Qiao’er on the road."

Song Qin seemed a bit worried about Lin Qiao, then leaned by the carriage window again, "Qiao’er, if you’re not feeling well, tell Tingfan, don’t hide it."

"I know, Grandma, don’t worry about me, eat well, Grandpa, you’re not allowed to go out to fetch water, I’ve already asked the uncle next door to help fetch a few buckets every day." Lin Qiao nodded, then looked seriously at Song Rong.

Song Rong nodded with a cheerful smile, waving his hand, "I won’t fetch, I won’t fetch, be careful on the road."

After talking for a while, the two finally got on the carriage and left. It was fine at first, but after sitting for a long time, Lin Qiao felt an unusual discomfort, she subtly glanced at the man with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was really asleep or pretending.

After watching for a while, she turned her head to look out the window, where people were bustling in the lively street.

Now she felt more at ease than before, perhaps because the darkened antagonist had returned.

She raised her hand to touch her belly; the child had come just in time.

If not, the antagonist wouldn’t have compromised with her.

Ah, is this what’s called a mother’s influence with her child?

Suddenly, someone not far away shouted, "Candied haws, bright red and sweet candied haws."

She looked over, subconsciously swallowing, ever since she got pregnant, she’s loved eating these things.

Just then the carriage was blocked by someone, moving slowly, she waved to the candied haws seller, who quickly ran over, "Young lady, how many sticks do you want?"

"Two, how much?" Lin Qiao’s voice was a bit soft.

"Ten cents."

The candied haws seller eagerly took out two sticks, but before handing them over, a low voice interjected, "I’ll take them all, how much silver?"

Lin Qiao was startled, turning her head to the side, the man who was asleep had woken up, his eyes drowsy as if he had just opened them.

Hearing he was buying it all, the candied haws seller naturally rejoiced, "Seventy-five cents."

"Hmm." Song Tingfan reached for his waist, stopped after a few tries.

There were only about ten cents in his pocket.

Lin Qiao almost laughed out loud seeing this, but managed to hold it in, taking out some silver, "Here."

The candied haws seller, afraid they were inconvenienced, handed them the whole straw stick, placing it between them, slightly slanted.

Lin Qiao pushed the purse at him, "Tingfan, you hold it, it’s too heavy."

"Hmm."

Song Tingfan stored the purse.

Lin Qiao took a stick of candied haws and ate one, it wasn’t sweet, very sour, but she liked it very much.

Glancing at the man in front of her, she mischievously offered him one, smiling, "Tingfan, have one, it’s good."

Song Tingfan instinctively didn’t want to eat it, slightly turned his head, but before he could, the candied haws touched his lips, his eyes looked darkly at her.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Nervously wanting to withdraw immediately.

But she forced herself not to pull back, her brows curved like coaxing a child, "Just have one, there’s no one else here to make fun of you."

The two were at a stalemate for a while, finally, Song Tingfan ate one. The sourness made him instinctively frown.

His gaze fell on the woman, who was taking big bites of the second, seeming to enjoy it a lot.

He pressed his lips together, then spat out a few seeds.

Lin Qiao secretly raised her eyebrow, see, her acting was persuasive even to the antagonist.

Soon, she could no longer enjoy herself, after leaving the city a few minutes later, she started feeling nauseous, vomiting three or four times in a row, she didn’t dare get back on the carriage.

Song Tingfan said nothing, standing by her side, handing her water from time to time.

The driver looked at the sky; it was almost noon, if they didn’t hurry, they wouldn’t reach the next inn.

The wild borderlands weren’t safe to stay overnight, with many wild beasts and bandits.

He said, "Young man, we can’t delay any longer, otherwise we won’t have a place to stay."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan looked at the woman, her face pale, no trace of color, clearly unable to ride the carriage any longer.

After a moment, he squatted down, speaking firmly, "Get on, I’ll carry you."

Lin Qiao was taken aback, but her discomfort didn’t allow her to be coy, she lay on his back, inexplicably comforted by his broad shoulders.

Song Tingfan looked at the driver, "Give me the umbrella, you go ahead."

He took the umbrella, holding it over their heads, she reached for it, but he didn’t let her, "Lay down and sleep for a while."

His steps were steady, without the carriage’s jolt, Lin Qiao felt much better, gradually getting sleepy, not knowing when she fell asleep.

The man carried her a long distance, noticing she was asleep, then got back on the carriage, shielding her from hitting her head by holding her in his arms.

Looking at her simple face, the darkness in his eyes faded a bit, a trace of calmness appeared,

He hadn’t had nightmares, felt restless for a long time...

Unfamiliar, not sure what to do.

...

When she woke again, they were already at the inn, darkness all around; instinctively she reached for something beside her, a solid chest, immediately pulled her hand back.

The next moment, a deep voice, "What are you doing?"