Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 357 - 352: You Won’t Be Able to Find Me Ever Again

Chapter 357: Chapter 352: You Won’t Be Able to Find Me Ever Again

"Why aren’t you coming in?"

Song Tingfan reached out to touch her hand to see if it was cold, but before he could, she withdrew her hand.

She said rather aggrievedly, "Don’t touch me. Didn’t you ignore me just now?"

Even so, she couldn’t help but glance at his face and added, "What happened to your face?"

Her tone was stiff but filled with deep concern.

Song Tingfan saw this, and something stirred inside him. He slightly turned his head and softened his voice, "It’s nothing, just dry skin. I need to apply a mask."

Lin Qiao didn’t believe him at all. She walked over and reached out to check, and seeing Song Tingfan trying to pull away, she held his hand, "If you move away, I’ll leave immediately. You’ll never find me again."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan stood still, but as she removed the cloth, his body gradually became rigid, and certain voices suddenly echoed in his mind.

Ugly monster, this person is an ugly monster!

So disgusting, so terrifying.

How does someone like this still come out? It’s terrifying.

I know how those enemies died; they must have been scared to death by him.

Song Tingfan, don’t come over, I beg you, I’m scared, I’m scared, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won’t do it again.

His face turned even paler as he staggered back a few steps, instinctively covering the injured half of his face, his eyes darkening, with a hint of hostility.

Seeing things weren’t right, Lin Qiao quickly coaxed, "Tingfan, don’t cover it, the wound hasn’t healed yet, be careful of infection. Come, let me apply some medicine for you."

She knew that the antagonist had been insulted because of his face—those people later didn’t survive.

Though their fate was sealed, it wasn’t worth pitying.

She bravely pulled him to sit down. Seeing him staring at her, her heart trembled, hoping the heavens would take her now before her heart condition was triggered.

She glanced at him angrily, speaking in a slightly irritated tone, "Why avoid me, afraid I’ll find you unattractive?"

"No matter what you look like, as long as it’s you, I like it. But in the future, don’t get injured, I would be heartbroken." After speaking, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Where’s the medicine?"

The expression on the woman’s face was genuine without the slightest flaw. Song Tingfan was stunned, the chill that had crept into his heart gradually dissipated, and a complicated emotion flickered in his eyes.

How could she be so good to him...

"It’s on the table."

Lin Qiao went to get the medicine, leaned in to examine his scar closely. The scar was quite deep and would likely leave a mark.

Which bastard did this, ruining her only perk?

As she applied the medicine, she sought his approval, "Tingfan, let’s go back to the village. I don’t want you to be a general anymore."

She naturally knew the antagonist wouldn’t agree, but the words needed to be said.

Sure enough, Song Tingfan didn’t respond, only speaking after a long pause, "In a few more years."

In a few more years, he’d live a good life with her.

Lin Qiao didn’t know why, but hearing this, her heart instinctively felt stifled. Perhaps she still harbored some feelings for him.

If he were willing to return to the village, would she still want to leave?

Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t.

The woman remained silent for a long time, making Song Tingfan think she was unhappy. He reached out to pull her onto his lap and said seriously, "Three years, we’ll go back to the village in three years."

He still had one thing left to do...

"Okay." Lin Qiao didn’t know what he was thinking, so she set aside her thoughts and agreed with a smile.

Suddenly, her vision went dark, and a soft, cool sensation fell on her lips. She was startled for a moment, then reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, returning the kiss.

...

Two moments later, the two appeared at the carriage door. Li Guifen looked at her daughter’s lips, her old face flushing as she chuckled, "Why not stay a bit longer? We’re not in a hurry."

Lin Qiao: "..."

How could she stay longer with a big belly?

"Dad, you should manage Mom."

Lin Han quickly waved his hand, muttering softly, "I can’t control her."

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Li Guifen lightly patted her arm—this mischievous girl, so cheeky, even dared to joke about her parents.

Song Tingfan supported her into the carriage, then followed her inside, sitting beside her, and only then did he call out to Li Guifen and Lin Han, "Dad, Mom."

Li Guifen and Lin Han nodded happily. Lin Han noticed something, exclaiming, "Tingfan, you’re injured."

Li Guifen quickly leaned over to look, seeing a long scar, "Oh dear, it’s truly a long scar, did you see a doctor?"

"I did." Song Tingfan, slightly uncomfortable, moved back a bit.

Lin Qiao, of course, noticed and quickly spoke up, "Mom, sit tight, be careful of the carriage’s bumps. It’s okay, I just applied medicine on him."

"How can applying medicine help, such a long scar must hurt. Which damned wretch, I’ll chop him to pieces."

Li Guifen had been rather selfish before, but now she treated Song Tingfan like her own son, her voice taking on a slaughterous tone in her anger.

Lin Qiao: "..."

Although she didn’t know which damned wretch it was, her intuition told her that the unlucky bastard was probably already dead by now.

Lin Han knew his wife meant well, but the son-in-law wasn’t like him; he couldn’t handle her yelling. He gently reproached, "Gui Fen, lower your voice, Tingfan is injured."

Li Guifen promptly fell silent but continued to look anxiously at Song Tingfan, fearing something might happen to her son-in-law.

Lin Qiao realized her reaction was not as big as Li Guifen’s. This couldn’t be—in front of the antagonist, she always had to come first.

Except in death.

She proactively held Song Tingfan’s hand, looking into his deep eyes. She coughed, embarrassed, and then rested her head on his shoulder.

Seeing Li Guifen and Lin Han’s awkward glances, she held back from getting up.

She had only intended to lean on him briefly, but somehow ended up falling asleep, waking up to find herself lying in bed.

The room was more than twice as large as before, its furnishings far more luxurious.

From not having enough to eat to now living in a big house, Lin Qiao would be lying if she said she wasn’t moved. She patted her belly, "You, child, are going to live in comfort."

Opening the door revealed a yard filled with a variety of blooming flowers, vivid and beautiful.

Flowers blooming in the cold winter certainly weren’t ordinary.

Better than where she had acted as an Emperor’s concubine back in the day.

Well, the film crew was poor.

Suddenly, a tall figure walked in, his hair slightly damp, his handsome features softened somewhat.

"Tingfan."

"Mm."

Song Tingfan gestured for her to come inside, then placed the meal he was carrying onto the table, "Eat while it’s hot."

Lin Qiao picked up a piece of chicken and brought it to his lips, "Eat more, so your wound heals faster."

Song Tingfan opened his mouth and ate it, then placed several pieces of meat onto her plate in return.

Since becoming pregnant, the meat had never stopped, especially when Li Guifen and Lin Han were around. She had to eat, whether she was full or not; not eating wasn’t an option.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She switched bowls with him, smiling brightly, "You eat more meat."

Seeing him about to serve more, she quickly covered the bowl, meeting his gaze and whispering, "I’m tired of it."

"Then I’ll have the kitchen make something new."

Song Tingfan instinctively got up, but Lin Qiao quickly pulled him back, "No need, I’ll be fine with vegetables."

Finally, she added, "Eating anything with you makes me happy."