Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 262 - 257: The Young Lady Married Well

After 7 a.m. to 9 a.m., there were hardly any people in the shop. Lin Qiao let her achy shoulder droop, and Li Guifen, noticing it, wanted to give her a massage. Suddenly thinking of something, she said, "Ahem, Tingfan, you help your sister-in-law with a massage; our strength is small, it won’t work well."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded, "Alright." After speaking, he washed his hands and started massaging Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao wasn’t embarrassed; Song Tingfan was indeed skilled at massaging. The pressure on her shoulders was strong, clearly more than a few years ago, but it wasn’t painful.

Li Guifen laughed so much her eyes narrowed to slits. It was just right this way.

When the two get a bit closer, feelings develop. She couldn’t believe that with Tingfan being so handsome, the girl wouldn’t have any thoughts.

She had to admit she understood Lin Qiao’s appreciation for good looks quite well.

At this time, two shadows were cast inside, and everyone in the shop looked up. A young man in a light purple robe exuded nobility, followed by a young boy dressed in simple clothes, who was obviously a servant.

"Mr. Wei, please come in and take a seat." Mrs. Wang Tan recognized him and quickly cleaned a chair for him to sit.

The young man in the light purple robe was indeed Wei Yun. He glanced at the man massaging the woman’s shoulders and then quickly withdrew his gaze.

Of course, Lin Qiao couldn’t let Song Tingfan continue massaging. She got up and greeted, "Mr. Wei."

"The chef has been found and will come by this afternoon. You can see if they are suitable; if not, we’ll find another." Wei Yun said while looking at her.

Hearing this, Lin Qiao knew it was definitely Manager Li who mentioned it. Actually, she didn’t want Wei Yun’s help. Ahem, it was a bit awkward between them, as Wei Yun wanted to marry her as a concubine.

She rejected by saying she wouldn’t be a concubine. As long as Wei Yun wasn’t a fool, he wouldn’t marry her as his primary wife.

"Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble, it’s just a few words." Wei Yun, as usual, ordered a bowl of noodles.

Just as Lin Qiao was about to start cooking the noodles, Song Tingfan next to her threw a handful of noodles into the boiling water, and his rough actions splashed some water out.

Lin Qiao quickly took a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "Uncle, let me cook."

"It’s fine, I’ll do it." Song Tingfan calmly made the soup base, and shortly after, he dished up the noodles and served them to Wei Yun.

Wei Yun hadn’t even lifted his chopsticks and said to the servant behind him, "You eat."

The servant was confused but took the noodles to another table to eat. As soon as he ate it, he spat it out, his face turning red for some reason.

Mrs. Wang Tan quickly poured water for him, "Eat slowly, it’s hot just off the stove."

It wasn’t hot; it was spicy. The servant did not dare to speak up, so he drank some water and continued eating with difficulty.

Lin Qiao understood Wei Yun’s intent, grabbed a handful of noodles, and threw it into the boiling water. Next to her, Song Tingfan glanced at her, feeling a block in his heart, and then went upstairs without saying a word.

Li Guifen noticed and, seeing that her daughter was still unaware, hurriedly pulled her aside, "Tingfan isn’t feeling well again. I saw him holding his stomach earlier; you should go check on him."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao quickly nodded and, ignoring the noodles, hurried upstairs.

Seeing Song Tingfan sitting on a chair looking at her, for a moment, she saw the shadow from three years ago, pitiful. She softened her voice, "Uncle, where are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing her catching up, Song Tingfan felt much better. He pursed his lips, "The chest."

"The chest? How is it hurting?" Lin Qiao trusted he wouldn’t lie and immediately believed him without hesitation.

"It feels like stabbing pain." Song Tingfan raised his hand to rub his chest, seemingly really in pain.

"How can it be? Was this area hurt before?" Lin Qiao moved closer, seeing he didn’t have the strength to rub; she instinctively raised her hand to help him.

When her soft hand touched it, Song Tingfan’s body stiffened slightly, and he let out a low "Hmm," then said, "It got hit by an arrow."

He wasn’t lying; it indeed had been hit, but it wasn’t severe.

Lin Qiao’s face changed, and she anxiously said, "I’ll call a doctor to check it."

"No need, just rub it for a while and it’ll be fine."

Song Tingfan glanced at her hand, then said, "I’ll rub myself." After speaking, he furrowed his brows, as if his hand lacked strength.

Lin Qiao thought he was in pain, "Don’t move, I’ll help you rub. If it hurts, just say it."

The woman before him looked worried, and Song Tingfan’s eyes softened, "Okay."

Quite a while passed before the pain in his chest "disappeared."

By the time they went downstairs, Wei Yun had already left.

Lin Qiao didn’t pay attention and glanced at the sky outside, noticing it was almost time for the meeting with the shop owner. "Mother, I have to go out for a while. If it gets busy, take in fewer customers."

Li Guifen knew what she was up to, "Have Tingfan go with you, it’ll help with the talking."

"Uncle isn’t feeling well, let him stay in the shop." Just as Lin Qiao finished speaking, Song Tingfan said, "It’s alright."

Li Guifen added, "It’s better to walk around when you’re not feeling well rather than being cooped up in the shop."

In the end, Lin Qiao agreed.

The shop wasn’t far away, it was a two-bay with a courtyard. Lin Qiao was interested in the courtyard, thinking it would be convenient to live in the future, not having to squeeze in the attic.

The owner was eager to sell and leave. He cheerfully said, "This shop is suitable for young couples like you. You can do business and have a place to live."

He paused, then added, "In the future, it’s ideal to take care of children."

He clearly misunderstood them as a couple. Lin Qiao wanted to explain, "It’s a misunderstanding..."

Just as she was about to speak, Song Tingfan next to her added, "The roof tiles are a bit old, will they leak when it rains?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiao’s attention shifted. She looked up at the roof, and the tiles indeed appeared old and blackened.

This courtyard had housed three generations and was naturally aged. The owner initially wanted to brush this aside, but now that it was pointed out, he couldn’t hide it any longer. "It does have that issue, you can replace them. It’s a matter of a few taels of silver. I’m a straightforward person. If you’re buying, I’ll lower the price a bit. Originally, it was eighty-five taels of silver, but for you, eighty taels would be fine."

Song Tingfan shook his head, surveyed the surroundings, and quickly said, "That’s too expensive, the beams need replacing too, seventy taels."

He directly lowered it by ten taels of silver, and the owner was displeased, "No way, that price won’t do. Little brother, you can’t cut the price like this. The house might be old, but it’s got good fortune. You know, my family has had boys for three generations."

Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched. Having boys or girls has nothing to do with the house; it depends on whether the man is capable. "Owner, we sincerely want to buy. If you’re not sincerely selling, we’ll look at others."

"How am I not sincere? You two just add a bit more; seventy taels is really not doable."

The owner wanted to get a few more taels and looked at Song Tingfan, who seemed to be in charge, "Little brother, I see you are straightforward, so am I. Seventy-five taels of silver, is that okay?"

"This yard requires a complete renovation, costing at least more than ten taels of silver." Song Tingfan shook his head.

The owner hesitated for a moment, "How about this, seventy-two taels, really can’t go any lower. If you want lower, you’ll have to look elsewhere." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Song Tingfan looked at Lin Qiao, "What do you think?"

Seeing the owner’s reaction, seventy-two taels seemed indeed the lowest. Lin Qiao nodded, "Owner is straightforward, and so are we."

The owner chuckled, "In the end, it’s the little lady who’s the boss, married well, huh."