Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 363 - 358: You Pushed Her Away, Yet Still Want to Sleep in the Warm Bed?

Chapter 363: Chapter 358: You Pushed Her Away, Yet Still Want to Sleep in the Warm Bed?

Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, pressed his lips tightly, and quickly got out of bed to take a quilt from the cabinet.

Lin Qiao secretly glanced at him, seeing no sign of him getting angry, she let out a sigh of relief, then took a pillow and went to sleep on the other side.

Ahem, she was still a bit intimidated by him.

Okay, it’s not just a bit, she was very intimidated by him.

Song Tingfan pressed his lips, forcing himself not to bother with her.

The room returned to silence, and it was unclear how much time passed before they both fell asleep.

Next morning, it started raining outside, and the noise woke Lin Qiao. She struggled to sit up and lifted the curtain to check outside; it was all gray, indicating it was still early.

She was just about to lie back down when she suddenly caught sight of something, froze for a moment, and then remembered that the antagonist had returned last night.

The noise was so loud it didn’t wake him, which showed how poorly he’d slept these past few days.

Who knows what guilty deeds he’d been up to.

She went back to sleep and didn’t know what time it was when she woke up again, immediately seeing bare, straight legs, and further up was a well-built waist.

The man was changing clothes.

Meeting his deep-set eyes, Lin Qiao gave a small cough, awkwardly turned her head away, and mentally slapped herself.

Being lecherous will lead to disaster!

Then she took the jacket beside her and put it on. Her belly had grown big, making it hard to put on shoes, but then, the man squatted down and put them on her.

Lin Qiao gave a slight tug but didn’t manage it, so she let it go. Once he finished, she said nothing and left the room.

She opened the door wide, letting the cold wind blow into the room.

She did it on purpose, hoping the antagonist would catch a cold.

Her little move was obvious, and Song Tingfan naturally noticed it, pressing his lips together. After a while, he grabbed the clothes next to him and put them on.

In half a month, it would be the year’s end. After breakfast, Song Tingfan lit the stove, "Let’s go back to the village for the New Year."

Song Qin and Song Rong naturally were happy, especially Song Rong, since as people age, they yearn to return to their roots.

However, thinking about Lin Qiao’s pregnancy, they both shook their heads. Song Qin lovingly said, "Why go back? Let’s just celebrate here."

"Your grandma is right." After saying this, Song Rong couldn’t help but cough a few times, his face visibly flushed.

Lin Qiao quickly patted his back and soon poured some warm water for him, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Song Rong recovered, feeling much better, and smiled to indicate he was fine.

Song Tingfan’s gaze remained on the woman’s face, his worried expression completely genuine.

Why would she be so kind to Grandma and Grandpa...

Every time Grandma came to see him, she would always curse, and he could still recall the look of disgust in her eyes.

And those heart-piercing words.

"Old and useless, why come here, there’s nothing at home for you to eat.

If you’re hungry, go eat shit.

What’s there to look at, if you have the guts, take him away, it’s disgusting.

Only by sheer bad luck could I marry into your family."

Gradually, he couldn’t help clenching his hands, and suddenly with a "crack," something shattered.

Everyone looked over to see the cup in his hand broken, Lin Qiao, "..."

She shivered slightly.

Silently moved a little closer to Song Rong.

"Niu Niu, your hand is bleeding, quickly throw it away, this cup isn’t as good as an earthen bowl."

Song Qin was worried and came over to look at his wound. It was a small cut, and Granny Jiang quickly went to get some medicine.

Song Tingfan used a square cloth to wipe the blood, then nonchalantly placed his hand on the table, "There’s no rush, doing it slowly will be fine."

Seeing the elderly couple glance at her, Lin Qiao understood what they were worried about, "Going back to the village for the New Year is livelier."

"If Qiao’er wants to go back, then let’s go back." Seeing that she wanted to return, Song Qin lovingly agreed,

and suddenly, the whole family went into the house to pack things up.

There were clothes at home, so Lin Qiao packed just a couple of items and finally the box containing silver.

Regardless of whether the antagonist had finished packing, she picked up her bundle and went out.

Inside the house, Song Tingfan’s hand paused, feeling inexplicably stifled. After a while, he went out.

There were still two carriages, and although Lin Qiao didn’t want to be with the antagonist, she didn’t show it in front of Song Qin and the others.

Once on the carriage, she took out a novel to read, treating the antagonist beside her like air.

Song Tingfan pressed his lips, and in the end, his gaze fell outside the window. Who knows how long it was before he heard the woman chuckling quietly beside him.

He looked over, seeing the corners of her eyes curved, focused on the novel in her hands.

She can’t read.

Staring intently, Lin Qiao surely noticed, but let him look as long as he wanted. After all, he was convinced she was the original Lin Qiaoxin.

No reason to be afraid.

What, is he expecting a flower to bloom?

She whispered at the book, "Stupid jerk."

Not afraid of being heard, he wouldn’t know what that meant anyway.

Taking every opportunity to "curse" a little along the way made her feel somewhat comforted.

Li Guifen and the others got the message early on, and estimating the time, were waiting at the village entrance by midday.

Old Mrs. Wang was returning from town and saw the Lin family’s gathering, smiling as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"My daughter and her family sent word that they’re coming back today, so I’m here waiting for them," Li Guifen said, grinning from ear to ear.

Hearing that, Old Mrs. Wang was delighted, "Just yesterday, I was wondering if Tingfan and they would come back for the New Year, and now they’re coming back today, what a pleasant surprise."

"Wait a bit and come eat at my house, we bought some meat."

Li Guifen quickly waved her hand, "No need, we’ve already got chicken cooking at home, you come over to our place to eat. The men can have a drink together and get lively."

"Never mind, we can do that another day. You all haven’t seen each other in a while, catch up on family stuff." Old Mrs. Wang smiled again, "Qiao’er must be really showing by now."

Mentioning her unborn grandchild, Li Guifen couldn’t help but beam, "Just about, almost five months now, due in March or April."

"Soon, soon. They’re bound to have a big, healthy baby boy, both of them are good-looking, so the child will definitely be cute." Old Mrs. Wang wasn’t just flattering; both Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan were famously attractive.

"Every kid is cute."

"When the parents are good-looking, so are the kids."

...

They chatted for a while, and only then did Old Mrs. Wang leave. Li Guifen looked towards the village entrance, not seeing the carriages, and got a bit anxious, "Why aren’t they back yet, could something have happened... Oh, no, no, they’ll be safe and sound."

Since arriving at the village entrance, she hadn’t stopped talking, making Lin Han’s ears hurt, "Wife, take a break, our daughter is pregnant, and Uncle Song is not in great health, naturally, they will take it slow."

"If you don’t like hearing it, go start the fire."

Li Guifen glared at him, then soon saw the two carriages turning from the distant corner. Excitedly, she said, "They’re back, they’re back." With that, she ran ahead.

Lin Han couldn’t catch her, so he ran after her quickly.

"Wife, wife, slow down."

"You nagging man!" All Li Guifen cared about was her daughter’s return, and he was getting on her nerves.

Lin Han: "..."

He better keep quiet.