Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 9: Is It Not Okay with Sister-in-Law?

Song Tingfan pondered seriously for a moment, then timidly asked, "Sister-in-law, is it not allowed?"

Facing his pure and innocent eyes, Lin Qiao felt a sense of self-doubt.

Is it not allowed?

It should be fine.

She quickly looked away, "It’s fine, but little brother, you’re an adult now, it’s time to find a wife. When the time comes, sister-in-law will look after your children."

Song Tingfan, not knowing what he was thinking, blushed to his neck. Lin Qiao noticed and chuckled inwardly, thinking that the villain was like a weepy little bunny or a pure little virgin.

She didn’t tease him any further and, upon spotting a roadside pancake stall, decided to buy a pancake to cheer up the "child." "Auntie, how much for the pancakes?"

"One cent for vegetable, two cents for meat," the middle-aged lady with a grey headscarf deftly making pancakes replied.

Lin Qiao took out two copper coins for her, "I’ll have a meat one, auntie. Add more meat, I’ll come often."

"Girl, rest assured, we have the most meat in town," the woman said happily, taking the copper coins and placing another pancake on the iron skillet.

Song Tingfan obediently stood by and watched, not asking Lin Qiao why she bought a meat pancake.

A little while later, the woman handed the pancake to Lin Qiao, who thanked her and then handed it to Song Tingfan, "Little brother, here you go."

Song Tingfan didn’t expect the meat pancake to be for him, he was clearly stunned. Lin Qiao smiled and shoved it into his hand, "Little brother, why are you frozen, go ahead and eat."

"Sister-in-law, you eat," Song Tingfan finally reacted and handed it back to her.

Lin Qiao thought for a moment, tore off a small piece, "I’ll have a bite, and the rest is for little brother."

The woman’s smile made her eyes curve, bright yet gentle.

Song Tingfan couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times.

In Lin Qiao’s eyes, he seemed a bit naive. Seeing him still unmoving, she tore another piece and fed it to his mouth, "Little brother, open your mouth."

Song Tingfan’s phoenix eyes widened slightly, and under her gaze, he mechanically opened his mouth.

"Little brother is so good, keep eating. Sister-in-law will buy more for you in the future." Lin Qiao patted his shoulder in a senior-like manner, then looked at the streets on either side, seeing if there was any work.

This was an important task for coming to town.

Behind, Song Tingfan’s cheeks turned red, lowering his head and not daring to lift it. After a while, he carefully tucked the pancake inside his clothes.

Saving it, saving it for sister-in-law to eat.

The two walked one after the other, Lin Qiao in front, Song Tingfan in back, their shadows slanting together.

"Wooden ladles, spoons, dust pans, selling cheap..." said a man peddling goods, passing by the two of them.

Lin Qiao’s gaze fell on the shop behind him, where a wooden plaque hung at the entrance.

Wanting embroidered goods.

Her eyes lit up, there was work. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

In a past life, she acted in a historical drama, a story about the inspirational romantic story of male and female protagonists interspersed with the promotion of embroidery.

The female lead was the legitimate daughter of a renowned embroidery workshop, incredibly skilled; to match this persona, the crew hired a famous embroidery teacher to instruct her, and she struggled for half a year before barely managing to do it without a stand-in.

The two walked into the fabric store, and the boss seemed to recognize Lin Qiao, rolling his eyes contemptuously, "Not selling."

A cold bucket of water thrown, Lin Qiao: "..."

What kind of subplot is this, can I get a hint?

She remained unfazed, pretending not to see it, smiling as she asked, "Boss, we’re not buying anything, we wanted to ask if you buy square cloths? How many cents for one?"

Hearing this, the boss gave her an odd look, then more rudely sneered, "Not taking anything from a cheap hoof."

Lin Qiao wasn’t angry, just as she was about to say something, someone tugged at her sleeve, she turned to see the young man’s face.

His handsome face showed anger, "Sister-in-law, let’s go."

Lin Qiao wasn’t leaving, she patted his hand reassuringly, signaling it was fine.

The first lesson in acting is to "be shameless."

She turned back to the wife, smiling and complimenting, "Boss, you look particularly good today, your cheeks are rosy and glowing."

Everyone likes to hear good things; the boss ’hmph’d’ arrogantly, "The rouge I bought costs one tael of silver per box."

"No wonder you look so good, but the boss is naturally pretty, I envy you, unlike me who can’t even pull out a few cents."

Lin Qiao had seen all sorts of people in her acting career, especially when she just started playing extras, speaking to each person based on their character.

The boss touched her face, clearly pleased with the flattery, she glanced at the woman, without makeup but noticeably white and rosy.

But her clothes had several patches.

Poor widow.

"Oh, can’t even come up with a few cents? Really poor."

She generously added, "Seeing you’re a widow, I’ll reluctantly take them, eight cents for a square cloth, bring them if you make them, but shoddy work isn’t accepted."

Lin Qiao didn’t care about her comments regarding widowhood; she was completely unfazed, gratefully saying, "Thank you, boss. You have a kind heart, your business will surely flourish."

To Song Tingfan, it seemed like his sister-in-law was enduring humiliation. He felt a sourness in his nose.

After buying a few lengths of fabric, the two left the shop, Lin Qiao noticed Song Tingfan with his head lowered, his spirits low, she curiously asked, "Little brother, what’s wrong?"

"Sister-in-law, I’m sorry." Song Tingfan guiltily bit his lower lip.

Lin Qiao was momentarily stunned, then understood what he meant, her eyes shifted, quickly sighing with a difficult yet determined look, "Little brother, family doesn’t speak in separate terms, I’m your sister-in-law, doing things for you is just right."

Song Tingfan felt even guiltier, his sister-in-law was so good to him, how could he think poorly of her?

Seeing the change in his expression, Lin Qiao internally lamented at how pure the villain was before turning dark.

But perhaps it was this purity that led to his complete later transformation.

So she must always be good to the villain.

Survival lies ahead.

Leaving town, it was already dark. The two went to an abandoned temple, because it frequently hosted overnight guests, it was fairly clean.

When they entered, there were already two men, gnawing on hard biscuits.

Lin Qiao was very attractive, and the two men kept glancing over.

Song Tingfan frowned slightly and then said to Lin Qiao, "Sister-in-law, let’s go to that corner."

It was a dead end, he could guard the outside, and be the first to notice if anyone tried anything.

Lin Qiao followed his gaze, it was that corner from her dreams, those images flashed through her mind again, she shivered, shaking her head in resistance, "We’ll stay here, there’s a breeze here." As she spoke, she couldn’t help glancing at the boy’s lower half.

In her dream, she saw it all clearly.

Ahem ahem ahem...

Let’s just say there was nothing small about it.

Realizing what indecent images she was recalling, her face flushed with embarrassment, she shook her hands to cover it up, "The weather’s so hot!"

"It is a bit warm." Song Tingfan pressed his palms together, shaking them back and forth to fan her.

"Little brother, no need." Lin Qiao dared not look him in the face, sitting beside the pillar to "cool down."

Song Tingfan obediently sat next to her, keeping an eye on the men not far away still sizing them up; he frowned, guarding protectively.

He then shifted a bit, positioning himself in front of Lin Qiao.

The two men couldn’t see anymore, disgruntlement clear, one of them spoke lecherously, "Widow Song, keep us company with some conversation, we’ve got biscuits here."