Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 347 - 342: The Villain Isn’t Easily Fooled

Chapter 347: Chapter 342: The Villain Isn’t Easily Fooled

Lin Qiao felt a warning bell go off in her heart; the antagonist was suspecting her. She nodded and said aggrievedly, "Wei Yun, I heard you were locked up. I was worried, so I went to plead with him."

Her delicate and charming face showed undisguised concern. Song Tingfan pressed his lips together and didn’t ask anything more. "Next time, don’t go begging others. Nothing will happen."

Of course, Lin Qiao knew what he meant, but she pretended not to understand and gave him a sidelong glance, "How can nothing happen? You’ve been locked up for several days already."

"Has the medicine been applied to your chest?"

"No."

Song Tingfan raised his hand and undid his belt, revealing his inner clothes, and soon his robust waist and a hideous scar on his chest appeared.

Lin Qiao: "..."

The antagonist was becoming more and more shameless.

She took out a bottle of medicine, applied some ointment to the scar, which hadn’t quite closed up yet, fearing it might leave a mark in the future.

She couldn’t help but "tsk tsk" twice in her mind. To be so harsh on oneself, no wonder Qin Dewen was directly killed.

But don’t think Qin Dewen was useless; he was definitely capable, or how could he suppress the antagonist?

Ahem, so now the outcome is quite miserable.

The scene at the city gate she had visited once was creepy, with birds pecking at Qin Dewen’s head.

The woman lowered her head, her gaze falling in the direction of his chest, seemingly heartbroken. Song Tingfan’s heart softened a bit. "It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."

"That’s nonsense; such a big wound." Lin Qiao snapped back to her senses, patting his uninjured chest, and the next moment her hand was caught, and then enveloped by his big hand.

The serious expression in the man’s eyes as he said, "It doesn’t hurt."

Lin Qiao wavered for a moment, then looked away, "Let’s go out for dinner. You still need to go to the camp later."

As her hand was suddenly released, Song Tingfan pressed his lips together. Although she hadn’t shown it, he knew she had become somewhat distant.

He reached out and held her hand, perhaps never having said such words before, somewhat awkwardly, "Did I do something wrong to make you angry?"

At first, it still sounded a bit like the past. Lin Qiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly, "No, what are you thinking? Come on, let’s go eat."

After saying this, she tried to pull him along, but when he didn’t move, she turned around and saw him staring at her intently. For a moment, she felt as if all her little secrets had been seen through.

Just as she was about to say something, the man’s deep and irrefutable voice said, "Kiss me."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Caught off guard, she nearly choked on her own spit, "Cough, cough, cough..."

Soon she collected her bewildered expression, reached out, and pinched his face, "It’s broad daylight, don’t say such things..."

In an instant, she was pulled into an embrace, followed by a warm touch. Her eyes widened, "Mmm..."

Unlike usual tender touches, this was more like a nibble, making her heart ignite with some fire.

Worrying all day, and now getting bitten while kissing, she couldn’t help but bite back. Soon, the antagonist stopped moving, leaving her to gnaw at will.

Feeling secretly delighted, it seemed she wasn’t the only one who could bite, she could too.

Suddenly, her mind cleared up, her pupils dilated, and she quickly let go. There were beads of blood on the man’s lips, "..."

It’s over, it’s over.

"What bothers you?" Song Tingfan didn’t care about the pain on his lips, staring at her and pressing for an answer, clearly determined not to let her go until she spoke.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She wondered if he had no sense of awareness at all?

"You didn’t bring me osmanthus..."

Before she could finish the word "cake," his deep voice interrupted her, "Don’t lie." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Lin Qiao: "..."

The antagonist’s intelligence was really hard to fool.

After a while, she lowered her face and said chokingly, "I feel like you’ve become much colder to me. You used to cherish everything I did. Now you’re always outside, not caring about me or the child. I’m very tired while pregnant."

"Every day, I can’t sleep well or eat properly, yet you don’t care at all."

"Tingfan, why don’t we separate? You are a General now, you can find a better woman. Don’t worry, I won’t blame you."

She couldn’t run away quietly, it was best if they parted ways peacefully.

Hearing those first few words, Song Tingfan recalled past moments, pressed his lips together, then upon hearing the last sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly, "We will not separate."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She always wondered why he kept her, this "vicious" wife, around; didn’t he find it disgusting?

Then he added, "I’ve been too busy lately, couldn’t take care of you, but I’ll come home every day from now on."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Although disappointed by his answer, it somehow shifted her focus, "Don’t just say it; you’ve been acting weird lately. I liked you much more before, you weren’t as cold as you are now. I still prefer the old you."

Everything she said hinted at the past, causing a tightness and ache in Song Tingfan’s chest.

She was fond of his former self, not the person he is now.

He was not himself; he wasn’t that fortunate...

He adjusted his clothing and avoided responding to her words, "Let’s eat."

Watching his back, Lin Qiao felt an inexplicable heartache; she couldn’t deny the truth that she had spoken intentionally.

After a long while, she sighed, wondering when she had become so soft-hearted.

After that incident in the room, neither of them spoke during the meal. As Lin Qiao was about to put down her utensils, the accountant came running over, "Madam Boss, Young Master Yan is here to order a birthday cake."

Lin Qiao quickly put down her utensils, stood up, and walked over, "Young Master Yan, please come inside to talk."

Yan Xian’s face was delicate and gentle, "Alright."

The two of them went into the inner courtyard. Lin Qiao led him into the main room, then poured him tea, and said with a bright smile, "Have you decided on the design?"

"All three designs that you drew are fine. My father said to make twenty of each." Yan Xian thanked her and nodded.

Lin Qiao was just about to say something when Song Tingfan walked in from outside and sat beside her. She gave him a look, indicating he should step out for a bit.

Song Tingfan didn’t move nor did he speak.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She had no choice but to continue, "That makes sixty pieces total. Some of them can’t be done because the cake’s taste will be affected if it’s over an hour."

Yan Xian glanced at Song Tingfan, quickly thought for a moment, and then said, "Thirty at noon and thirty in the evening. Will that work?"

Lin Qiao nodded, looking at him earnestly, "That’s doable, but the price you mentioned before won’t work. We can’t make it for 300 cents each; it has to be at least 388 cents, for good luck."

Beside her, Song Tingfan displeasedly pursed his lips, took a sip of tea, and placed his cup heavily on the table.

Lin Qiao and Yan Xian glanced at him, then quickly looked away. Yan Xian thought for a moment, "388 cents it is. However, I have a request. Can General Song spare twenty soldiers to guard the event that day?"

Although the Yan family had a name in Lunan City, they were still lacking somewhat.

If they could borrow soldiers from the camp this time, others would never underestimate the Yan family again.

Lin Qiao: "..."

So the affection was directed at Song Tingfan.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him.

She didn’t speak, and neither did Song Tingfan.