Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 349 - 344: The Young Couple Made Up

For a moment, neither spoke. After a long time, Song Tingfan suddenly asked, "Will you stay with me, won’t you?"

This was a difficult question for Lin Qiao to answer at the moment. Perhaps she didn’t want to deceive him anymore, so she silently changed the topic, "Tingfan, don’t overthink it, just go to sleep."

"Will you?" Song Tingfan persistently repeated.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She replied with reluctance, "Who else would I stay with if not you?"

Upon receiving her response, Song Tingfan inexplicably calmed down, turning to embrace her waist, "I will treat you well."

Lin Qiao nestled in his embrace without replying, not bothering to ponder the sincerity of his words. Perhaps she was just "giving in."

She dared not have any deeper feelings for the antagonist anymore.

At this moment, the man’s deep voice sounded again, "Don’t you believe me?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

Unable to remain silent any longer, she lifted her head and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, bashfully saying, "Why do you keep going on and on, I get it, just sleep."

Song Tingfan slightly lowered his head, his throat moving, "I’ll be gentle."

Gentle?

Gentle about what?

His sudden remark left Lin Qiao confused, but she understood quickly as he suddenly pressed down on her, deliberately avoiding her abdomen to prevent harming it.

She: "..."

Even being gentle is unacceptable.

She quickly pressed her hands against his chest, "Tingfan, no, it might hurt the child."

"It won’t, I consulted the physician."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, sensing she was subtly resisting him.

The image of her sharing a room with his past self flashed in his mind, and his heart couldn’t help but flare with jealousy.

Realizing he was serious, Lin Qiao: "..."

Her brain whirred, thinking of ways to refuse him, yet the antagonist gave her no time, as her waistband was undone.

"Tingfan, no, don’t, don’t joke about the child, cough, I’ll help you with my hand." Even she was stunned by her own words.

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!!

Just about to explain, the antagonist gave a smug "fine."

"..."

The damned villain was testing her.

Damn.

So devious.

Song Tingfan lay next to her, taking her hand and placing it on his abdomen, indicating that she should undress herself.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She gritted her teeth, shameless villain, huh, undress she shall, after all she wasn’t losing anything to him.

But just after she untied his trousers, Song Tingfan grabbed her hand, "No need, let’s sleep."

"Why not? Weren’t you uncomfortable?" Lin Qiao mischievously teased him further.

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, releasing her hand, Lin Qiao: "..."

This time she truly realized the consequences of her actions.

...

The next morning, dawn broke with a gentle rain.

The man got up, taking clean clothes from the cupboard to change into, glancing once at the woman lying flat asleep, whose cheeks still showed a faint blush.

His gaze softened, bending down to tug at the blanket, then lightly kissed her, not waking her in the slightest.

After leaving the room, he went to see Song Rong, feeling much better than the night before, "Grandfather, dress warmly."

"It’s thick enough, it’s thick enough."

Song Rong waved his hand, indicating not to worry, then touched his sleeve and said, "Too thin, go put on another layer."

"There are clothes in the camp." Song Tingfan gently replied.

"Just because the camp has clothes doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wear more, I’ll get you one, there’s a new one your grandfather can’t wear, I’ll go fetch it for you." With that, Song Qin hurried into the house and quickly returned with the clothes.

Song Tingfan took them and put them on, "Grandfather, Grandmother, go inside and rest some more, I’ll have someone bring over breakfast later."

They were considering hiring a helper lately, but hadn’t found a suitable one yet.

"Don’t worry about us, go on, there are leftovers from last night, just heat them up." Song Qin smiled.

"Don’t eat those, someone will bring food later." Song Tingfan instructed, pausing as he added, "Let Qiao’er sleep in, she stayed up late."

Upon hearing this, both Song Qin and Song Rong understood and exchanged knowing smiles.

The young couple had reconciled.

Song Qin advised, "Niu Niu, be mindful."

"Alright."

Song Tingfan watched them retreat inside to rest before leading the horse out from the courtyard, the drizzle wetting the surface of his clothes, which he hung on a line to dry.

At this time, Gao Qiang lifted a corner of the curtain, "General, what’s for breakfast today? The kitchen is asking."

"Something soft and mild."

Song Tingfan answered briefly, then paused, "What do women like?"

Hearing this, Gao Qiang laughed, "Is it for your wife? Your wife is beautiful, buy her some clothes or accessories, anyway, the more the better, the happier she’ll be."

"It’s like those girls in the brothels, whenever I bring them something, they get much friendlier."

"Get out." Song Tingfan glared at him.

Gao Qiang: "..."

He was telling the truth, why didn’t he believe it.

He slunk away dejectedly.

...

Previously, Song Tingfan was the most inexperienced General in the camp, and his sudden promotion to Third-rank Brave Cavalry General naturally caused some discontent.

Recently, the neighboring country had been acting restlessly, showing signs of aggression, but Song Tingfan knew they wouldn’t make a move. The internal struggles of the neighboring country meant they wouldn’t initiate external conflicts.

If they were to launch an attack now, they would have an 80% chance of reclaiming the city lost in previous years.

He had to reclaim it.

The death of Qin Dewen had severely weakened the Third Prince, who was sure to retaliate in secret once he found out it was his doing.

He gently tapped the table, "Recently, Ning Country has been quiet, what thoughts do you all have?"

Zhou Fu’an, a promoted General from the Archery Camp, slapped the table, "Let’s hit them hard, scare them off so they won’t dare act again."

"Nonsense! Do you know how many casualties there are in war?" Another General scolded.

Zhou Fu’an retorted defiantly, "Wars always cost lives, if we don’t fight now, they’ll strike one day and more will die."

"You!" The previous General was taken aback.

Zhou Fu’an rolled his eyes at him, what do you mean "you," coward.

Song Tingfan tapped the table again, "This time, we need to take the initiative. Recently, Ning Country enlisted 5,000 soldiers, totaling about 10,000, while we have 15,000—surely enough to resist!"

"This time, we must reclaim the city!"

"Yes." Zhou Fu’an responded loudly.

The others remained silent, clearly not in support. Song Tingfan swept his gaze over them before retracting it, "No objections means agreement."

The General at the far left couldn’t help but speak, "I disagree, you can’t just rush into war."

"Why, should we notify the enemy? We have 15,000 soldiers, surely enough to defeat 10,000. Luozhou City is ours, it should’ve been reclaimed long ago. Besides, it’s our biggest salt field." Zhou Fu’an countered.

"The soldiers of Ning Country are brave and skilled, even 30,000 might not be enough." The General raised his voice, rather agitated.