Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 330 - 325: The Villain Is a Heartless Man

"Second Brother is fine, he won’t overthink it. Come inside and sit, it’s hot outside."

When they went inside, Lin Qiao went to the kitchen to fetch a pot of water for them. As soon as she turned around, her eyes met Song Tingfan’s who had just come in.

"What are you doing in here?"

Song Tingfan took the water pot, paused for a moment, "They’re not kids anymore, tone it down a bit."

What does he mean by ’they’re not kids anymore, tone it down a bit’?

Lin Qiao was puzzled and subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Lin Ping and Lin An are not little kids anymore." After saying this, Song Tingfan walked out without waiting for her to respond.

Lin Qiao stood there stunned, "..."

She’s their aunt!! What could possibly happen, could it be like him marrying her as a wife?

She was at a loss for a while before going out.

As soon as she sat down, Lin Ping and Lin An sat on either side of her, twisting around to hear about what’s happening outside.

Meeting the man’s quiet gaze, she wordlessly looked away and began telling them about the things happening outside.

The two half-grown kids listened more and more excitedly, laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the man stood up and said in a low voice, "Come inside with me for a moment."

Lin Qiao thought this was odd. Instinctively, she didn’t want to go in, but with several pairs of eyes on her, she had no choice but to get up and follow him inside.

With a "bang," the door closed.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She took two steps back, "Ahem, what’s wrong?"

Song Tingfan stared at her intently, his expression slightly possessive, "Don’t go against me on these matters."

He couldn’t control his possessiveness; he didn’t like others touching his things, no one could.

Hearing him speak like a villain for the first time made Lin Qiao a little panicked. What did she do wrong?

Being close with Lin Ping and Lin An was perfectly normal.

And besides, she just patted their heads, she didn’t do anything.

Like the mood of a villain, it changed like the weather in June, unpredictable.

She said plaintively, "Why are you being mean to me? I didn’t do anything wrong; they are my nephews. Am I not even allowed to talk to them?"

"Song Tingfan, you’re getting weirder and weirder lately, refusing to sleep with me, not talking to me, and flying into random rages." By the end of that, her eyes turned red, and large teardrops fell.

Quickly she added, "You’re not the same as before. Do you regret marrying me? I said if you regret it within three years, we can end it."

Looking into her tearful eyes, Song Tingfan’s expression unexpectedly softened.

The woman perhaps too upset, hit him on the chest, "Heartless man, let’s never see each other again."

Song Tingfan caught her hand, speaking in a slightly low tone, "Stop acting out."

"What am I acting out about? It’s clearly your fault. What, now that I’m pregnant, we can’t sleep together? Go marry someone else then; you begged me back then."

"Now you’re like this, what do you really want?"

The woman looked at him with tearful eyes, seemingly full of grievances.

Song Tingfan didn’t respond; he knew he had become much colder than he was before; her grievances were understandable.

"If you don’t speak, you’ll admit it. Fine, write me a separation letter now. Once I take it, I’ll leave and won’t cling on." Lin Qiao rummaged for pen and ink from the drawer, placing them on the table, signaling him to write.

Song Tingfan glanced at the paper and ink, quickly looking away, "I’ll take you to town tomorrow to buy things."

Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched; his coaxing skills were worse than before, not at all charming.

She sat by the bed, wiping her tears in grievance, "I don’t care."

The room was quiet for a moment before the man’s voice sounded, "I’ll sleep with you tonight."

It seemed he was trying to coax her.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Ahem, ahem, ahem...

Was that her main point?

...

The two came out after a short while; the Lin Family stayed for over an hour before leaving. Once the sense of sleepiness hit Lin Qiao, she went back to her room to sleep.

Song Tingfan closed the courtyard door and headed up the mountain to hunt.

When he returned with a wild rabbit, she still hadn’t woken up. Seeing that it wasn’t early, he went into the kitchen and started cooking.

Lin Qiao was awakened by the noises from the kitchen; when she entered, the dish was just ready, and the sour and spicy aroma stirred her appetite, "Where did the rabbit come from?"

"Caught it on the mountain." Seeing her lean closer to sniff it, Song Tingfan handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Lin Qiao didn’t stand on ceremony; she took a piece to put into her mouth but then remembered something and placed it by his mouth instead, "You eat it."

"You eat, I’ll later..." Song Tingfan thought of what she said in the afternoon, pursed his lips, then opened his mouth to eat it.

The woman’s eyes curved like crescent moons, then she picked a piece for herself. The sour and spicy taste spread in her mouth, significantly reducing her chest’s discomfort.

This was the most Lin Qiao had eaten in a meal without vomiting in recent times.

The night gradually deepened, and the oil lamp was lit in the room.

Song Tingfan went to bed, Lin Qiao adjusted herself for a moment before snuggling close to him, pouting, "Tingfan, fan me."

As she got closer, the man stiffened for a moment, then after a while, he took a fan and fanned her.

The stuffiness somewhat subsided. Lying on his chest, Lin Qiao closed her eyes, thinking she would struggle to fall asleep, but she soon drifted off.

Song Tingfan’s gaze fell on her face, recalling the scene from the afternoon when she tended to his wound.

The same face, yet it wasn’t the same; she cared for him.

Was it divine mercy, or his unwillingness...

The two slept in this position until dawn, and when Lin Qiao opened her eyes, she saw the handsome face of the villain.

Truly a morning surprise.

Their eyes met.

She leaned in and pecked him, "Tingfan, morning."

Song Tingfan’s eyes lingered on her lips before shifting away, "If you’re awake, get up."

After rising, Lin Qiao saw him slightly moving his arm as if she had made it numb, giving her complex emotions.

Even she couldn’t explain her feelings.

The couple had returned, and by yesterday afternoon, it had spread through the village. Now seeing them washing clothes by the river, people curiously watched again and again.

"Widow Song is too lazy, making Tingfan do the laundry."

"That’s right, Tingfan is just too timid, even when bullied he doesn’t sound off."

"Widow Song is truly sinful; seducing the only seedling of the Song Family, the child born in the future might turn out just like her."

"If the upper beam isn’t straight, the lower beam will be crooked."

These women spoke without concealing it, no, rather it seemed they said it loud enough for Lin Qiao’s hearing, but she couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

Crooked, my foot!

Just as she was about to retort, suddenly with a "thud," a washtub was thrown in front of the group of women opposite, hitting the leg of the woman who had spoken the most.

The woman fell backward, landing on her butt, "Ouch, Song Tingfan, why did you hit me!"

Song Tingfan glared at her coldly, showing unabashed disdain, "Next time it won’t just be a washtub."

He would kill them directly.

Ahem, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but mentally add this line; couldn’t blame her—it was a villain’s motto.

The woman, seemingly frightened, dared not speak, nor did anyone else.

Song Tingfan continued to lower his head and wash clothes, and something suddenly approached him, with the woman’s cheerful voice, "Tingfan, you’re really impressive."

That’s the good part about villains; they possess an aura of intimidation.

Ahem, rather it should be said, they can scare people.