Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 377 - 372: Belly’s Secret Revealed

Willing to die for him...

Song Tingfan looked at her coldly, with not a trace of warmth in his eyes. So all those sweet words were lies to deceive him.

She didn’t really like him at all.

Just when Lin Qiao thought she was going to be imprisoned, the man in front of her turned around and left without a word.

She hurried to chase after him, but was stopped at the door. She anxiously shouted, "Song Tingfan! If you dare to hurt him, I will definitely report you to the authorities."

In truth, such words were useless against a villain.

The man in front paused for a moment, his expression darkening, and soon disappeared from sight.

...

Lin Qiao felt like she was being held captive, yet oddly she wasn’t subjected to the imagined abuse. Instead, she was provided with good food and drinks.

This made her feel even more unsettled.

Severely inclined to masochism.

It was like this for four or five days in a row, making her increasingly anxious about Xu Dagui and Lin Ling. Unwilling to give up, she knocked on the door, "Song Tingfan!! Song Tingfan, open the door! If you don’t open it, I’ll die inside here..."

Before finishing her words, the door suddenly opened, revealing the man she hadn’t seen in days, still in black clothes, looking a bit worse for wear, with prominent dark circles under his eyes and some stubble on his chin.

His dark pupils seemed bottomless, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help swallowing, stepping back several paces, but still steeled herself to ask, "Where are the child and Xu Dagui?"

The man in black paused slightly, and the next moment, his cold gaze fixed on her, "Xu Dagui is already dead."

Already shadowed by the fear of the villain, Lin Qiao instinctively believed him, her face turning ashen. Quickly, she rushed forward, grabbing his clothes angrily, "Song Tingfan, are you crazy? He’s innocent, he hasn’t harmed you."

"You’re simply heartless, I should’ve minded my own business back then!" Saying this, she kicked him several times.

The woman’s words pierced his heart like a dagger, and Song Tingfan forcefully grabbed her hand, then said in a grim tone, "Heartless? Sparing the child in your womb is already merciful of me!"

The thought of her sharing a bed with another man made him insanely jealous, wanting to kill.

Lin Qiao grimaced in pain, her features tightening, glaring at him fiercely, raising her voice, "I thought you were forced by circumstances, but you’re simply heartless! You deserve it."

After speaking, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.

Lin Qiao, he’s not worthy of sympathy, wake up.

"Deserve it?"

The man let out a cold laugh, and the next moment, picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Lin Qiao’s expression changed, and she quickly struggled to get up.

The next moment, the man pinned her down, threatening, "Say one more word, and I’ll kill this child." As he spoke, his hand rested on her round belly.

Lin Qiao’s pupils widened, and before she could react, Song Tingfan noticed something amiss.

He pressed down with his hand, feeling softness unlike a real belly. He grasped and the next moment, roughly tore her clothes open. A round pillow popped out and finally fell onto the floor from the bed.

The room fell deathly silent.

Their eyes met, and the man’s gaze gradually cleared, reason returning, "You weren’t pregnant with his child?" The latter part of his sentence had a barely detectable tremor.

Before the woman could speak, he questioned further, "Was everything with him fake?"

"Don’t lie, or I will really kill him."

Upon hearing the last sentence, the exposed Lin Qiao relaxed a bit, urgently asking, "Xu Dagui isn’t dead?"

"Is he not dead?"

Song Tingfan didn’t answer her question, continuing on his own, "I’ll give you this one chance. If you lie, I’ll make you watch him die with your own eyes."

"I’m not pregnant; I was faking it."

In this situation, Lin Qiao could only confess honestly. She continued, "Xu Dagui was just a refugee I saved, let him go."

She paused, taking a deep breath, "Song Tingfan, I know who you are."

Whether you stretch your neck or shrink it, it’s all the same, better to take this chance to clear things up.

If I continue to stay silent, I might be kept captive forever.

As these words came out, the man’s face visibly tightened, so it was indeed her.

His hands clenched tightly at his sides, as if struggling to restrain himself.

Soon after, the woman’s slightly trembling voice rang out, "I’m not her, not the Lin Qiao from here, I know you won’t believe this, but I’m truly not lying."

Of course Lin Qiao was afraid, having laid all her cards down; it was life or death, and she moved slightly back.

Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she quickly added, "She couldn’t write, I can. I’m versed in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she knew nothing of business, whereas I do."

Seeing his continued silence, she went on, "When I came here, I was twelve and slapped you, I didn’t mean to hit you, I was scared, truly."

"I don’t know what happened, I had months of terrifying dreams... dreamt about things between you and her, and when I awoke, I found I had become her."

"I was always scared facing you, but I never meant to hurt you, really. I admit being nice to you was out of fear you’d seek revenge when you grew up, but I truly had no ill intentions."

"I ran not out of desire, but because I discovered you had returned and kept testing me, strangling my neck, which frightened me to the core, so I ran."

The woman’s earnest expression left Song Tingfan silent for a long time. Lin Qiao’s heart was in turmoil; did he not believe her?

She was doomed, half-dead.

Just as she was losing her composure, he coldly remarked, "Do you think I’ll believe you?" With that, he stood, turned, and walked away briskly.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She swore to heaven she was telling the truth.

Alright, if she were the villain, she wouldn’t believe it either.

However, something was off with his reaction. If he didn’t believe it, why did he leave?

Thinking she’d remain captive, to her surprise, she wasn’t, and Lin Ling was even returned.

She had expected him to be thin, but he wasn’t, if anything, he’d gotten a bit chubby, his little face round and full.

Feeling a wave of relief, Lin Qiao couldn’t help cursing inwardly, little ingrate.

"Mother, I missed you so much." Lin Ling’s tears came easily, clinging to her tightly.

Lin Qiao quickly patted his back, soothing him, "Mother’s here. Did anyone bully you these past days?"

Lin Ling sniffled, shaking his head, "No, that bad man came to see me every day, I was so scared."

"I asked where you were, but he ignored me."

Lin Qiao naturally knew who the bad man was, her lips twitched; blood relations did indeed have privileges.

These past few days, aside from eating, she hadn’t seen a soul.

"Don’t worry, he won’t hit you."

"Mother, I don’t like him, he’s mean, he bullies you."

Lin Ling held onto her neck, crying tears as big as beans, one after the other.

Lin Qiao wiped away his tears, "No, he didn’t bully me, it was just a misunderstanding."

Sigh, adult matters shouldn’t involve children.

After all, he’s his father.