Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 378 - 373: The Villain Isn’t Daddy—Daddy Is a Hero

Chapter 378: Chapter 373: The Villain Isn’t Daddy—Daddy Is a Hero

"I just hate him. He won’t let me see you, nor let me see Mr. Xu." Lin Ling continued to cry relentlessly.

Seeing his strong resistance to Song Tingfan, Lin Qiao didn’t say anything further and instead took some pastries from the table to pacify him. It took a good while to calm him down.

Probably because she hadn’t been around these past few days and he hadn’t slept well, he dozed off with his eyes closed before finishing the pastry.

After a while, she laid him on the bed, but as soon as she put him down, he opened his eyes, "Mom."

He looked as if he was afraid she would leave.

Lin Qiao had no choice but to hold him in her arms and gently pat his back, "Mom is here, sleep well. I’ll sing ’Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ for you, ’Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are...’"

The child’s eyes gradually closed again, and a bubble of drool formed at the corner of his mouth.

She couldn’t help but smile, and much of her anxiety dissipated. She reached out to wipe away the drool bubble.

After a while, she inadvertently looked up and was startled to see a shadow standing at the door.

When did he stand there?

She tightened her hold on the child, unsure of what the antagonist really wanted. Saying he was bad, he hadn’t harmed them. Saying he was good, he almost strangled Xu Dagui.

Song Tingfan, at the door, naturally noticed her defensiveness. He pressed his lips together, turned, and left, but didn’t go far before stopping just a few steps away.

Not far away, the steward glanced at him cautiously, wondering who the woman inside was. In recent days, besides working and watching the child, the General has been standing here most of the time.

He even stayed overnight, remaining there for an entire night.

His mood didn’t seem too good.

If it weren’t for urgent matters, the steward certainly wouldn’t approach, but still, he mustered the courage and went over, whispering, "General, the items for entering the Capital tomorrow are ready, just not sure which horse to choose."

"A carriage, something softer," Song Tingfan said in a low voice.

The steward was taken aback, hesitating, "General, I’m afraid that’s not appropriate."

Historically, no General ever entered the Capital by carriage to meet the emperor.

Seeing no response, he quickly nodded, "Yes, I will prepare it right away."

Song Tingfan stood outside for quite some time as the quiet indoors gradually filled with the sounds of the child and woman talking, occasionally breaking into laughter over something joyful.

His expression softened, but remembering something, it stiffened again.

At night, an official family member took Lin Ling away, saying he was taking him for a bath. Seeing that Lin Ling wasn’t resisting, Lin Qiao let him go.

As soon as they left, Song Tingfan entered, taking off his clothes and boots, climbing straight into bed.

Lin Qiao was stunned, "..."

She stood on the side, not daring to move, and after a long time without a word from him, she rubbed her nose, quietly preparing to leave.

She hadn’t taken two steps when the man’s voice came low and deep, "Where are you going?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

She replied weakly, "I’m going to check if Ling’er is asleep."

"No need to check, someone is taking care of him."

Song Tingfan sat up, leaned against the headboard, and said again, "Aren’t you sleeping?"

His sudden mood change was hard for Lin Qiao to handle. She coughed, "I’ve slept enough, going out for a walk, you sleep first."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan got up, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and then slipped into his boots, "Let’s go."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She felt anxious but didn’t dare say anything. She had to leave the room, and by now it was dark outside, with only the corridor lights on.

After walking for a while, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but swallow, glancing sideways at the man beside her. His profile was distinct, with deep-set eyes and a high nose bridge. He seemed to have matured considerably over the years, yet still undeniably attractive.

No wonder Lin Ling was handsome; he inherited it completely from him.

"Tingfan, do you believe what I’m saying?"

Song Tingfan paused for a moment before resuming walking, not saying a word.

Seeing his silence, she tried again, "Tingfan, let’s have a proper conversation."

To gain his trust, she proactively spoke of her past life, "I’m not from here, but my name is also Lin Qiao, although I’m older, I’m twenty-five. My job is acting, like your local theater troupe."

Hearing her say she wasn’t from here, Song Tingfan stopped walking, looking at her deeply, causing Lin Qiao to panic. Just as she was about to say something, he said, "I won’t do anything to you, but these lies should end."

Does he not believe her?

He believes; he believes she’s not that person.

He’s just anxious, uneasy... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"I’m really not lying, I know about your past life... mm..."

Before Lin Qiao could finish, she was pinned against the wall, a warm presence pressing against her lips, not gentle at all, rather forceful.

She pushed him painfully, "What are you doing!"

Song Tingfan froze in place. Was she disgusted with him, had she always been, ever since the beginning, ever since he was...

He quickly composed himself, avoiding her gaze, fearing to see what he didn’t want to, "Let’s go back." With that, he turned and walked away.

His inexplicable actions left Lin Qiao baffled. She touched her sore lips, unable to resist glaring at the man ahead, thinking he must have been a dog!

Returning to the room, Song Tingfan laid a mat on the floor to sleep. Lin Qiao glanced at him, wondering what was going on.

Not sharing the bed, she temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

But still, unease remained; closing her eyes, she’d see scenes of the antagonist strangling, and she didn’t know how long she tried to endure until she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke the next day, Song Tingfan was already gone. Outside, she could faintly hear Lin Ling’s laughter, "I want to practice, I want to practice, uncle, teach me."

Lin Qiao got up to check, seeing the man practicing with a sword while the five-year-old watched, looking excited, his eyes sparkling bright.

It had to be said, blood is thicker than water. Yesterday, he said he disliked him, today, he eagerly went over, calling him Uncle Song.

"Mom."

Lin Ling spotted her, immediately abandoning the sword practice, running over eagerly, his little face flushed, looking very endearing. He excitedly said, "Mom, Uncle is really good at swordplay, amazing."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Of course, he’s amazing. Otherwise, how could he kill someone?

She patted his head, "He’s not your uncle, he’s your dad."

The antagonist hadn’t done anything to them, so she wouldn’t force it here.

Forcing it would only backfire on her.

"Dad?" Lin Ling blinked his big eyes, looking puzzled.

Seeing this tugged at Lin Qiao’s heart, "Yes, he is your dad."

Lin Ling glanced at Song Tingfan, then quickly looked up at her, seriously saying, "But dad isn’t... dead?"

Lin Qiao knew what he was about to say and swiftly covered his mouth, "Ahem, he is your dad."

Lin Ling’s little face scrunched up, pulling on her clothes, "No, I don’t want this dad, he bullies Mom."

Anyone who bullies Mom is a bad guy. And bad guys aren’t dads; dads are heroes.