Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 307 - 302: Bridal Chamber

As soon as these words were spoken, the woman looked at him in horror, as if she had misheard, "Watch what?"

"Seeing if your period is over?"

Song Tingfan looked at her, recalled something, and lifted his hand to grab her, flipping her over and pressing her beneath him, hoarsely saying, "Lying to me?"

Lin Qiao was cowering at this moment, sensing that he was serious this time. Her voice trembled slightly, "Ting...Fan, can we wait a little longer? I’m not ready yet."

It was the same old excuse, and Song Tingfan naturally wouldn’t believe it anymore. He pressed his lips together and coaxed, "I’ll be gentle." While speaking, his big hand tugged at her waistband.

"No, no, no, Tingfan, don’t be impulsive. This kind of thing needs mutual consent, otherwise, there’s no feeling," Lin Qiao tightly held onto his hand, her mind racing to think of how to dissuade him.

Song Tingfan seemed not to hear her words, exerting light force, and her waistband loosened, next lifting his hand to undo her inner clothes.

"Tingfan, Tingfan..."

Lin Qiao couldn’t keep him back, calling out to him did no good, and in desperation, she blurted out, "Uncle."

The hands on her paused, Song Tingfan looked at her with deep eyes, and just when Lin Qiao thought he was giving up, he forcefully kissed her lips. After a while, he spoke in a low, firm voice, "Don’t call me Uncle again."

The man’s strength was naturally much greater than that of a woman. Lin Qiao couldn’t break free, and the tingling and numbness around her waist made her whole body soften.

...

The sound in the room came intermittently, lasting most of the night.

As day broke, the door to the room opened, and soon the fire in the kitchen was lit.

Song Rong, being older, had already woken up at this time. Hearing the sound, he glanced at the old woman beside him and then quietly went out.

Seeing light in the kitchen, he thought it was Mrs. Fan and walked in, "Niu Niu?"

"Grandpa, why are you up?" Song Tingfan brought him a stool, then put firewood in the stove.

Song Rong glanced at the water in the pot, and he understood, smiling slightly, but still advised, "Niu Niu, don’t just care about yourself."

"I know, Grandpa, go back to sleep for a while." Song Tingfan had a touch of softness in his expression.

Song Rong didn’t say he couldn’t sleep, nodding, "Alright."

Soon after he left, Song Tingfan carried two buckets of water into the room, glancing at the sleeping woman on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile.

She’s his now.

Feeling the wiping on her body, Lin Qiao wanted to open her eyes but couldn’t and finally fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke again, it was already noon, and it was Song Tingfan who came in to call her.

Lin Qiao felt sore all over, and when she sat up, she couldn’t help but let out a "hiss."

"Does it hurt?" Song Tingfan looked worried, feeling guilty inside, blaming himself for not holding back last night, for having tossed about for so long.

But he had already been holding back.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but glare at him, after going at it most of the night the first time, how could it not hurt?

Song Tingfan let her glare, feeling guilty, "I’ll call the doctor."

Call a doctor for this kind of thing? By the time everyone knew, they would know what happened to her, Lin Qiao quickly said, "No need to call a doctor."

She glanced down at her clothes; they were clean, and her annoyance subsided a bit. At least he had some sense.

Seeing her struggling to get up, Song Tingfan gently pressed her shoulder, "I’ll bring the food in to eat."

"No need, I still have to go to the city to look at tables and chairs this afternoon." Lin Qiao got dressed and out of bed, inadvertently noticing the scratch marks on the back of his neck. She glanced down at her own nails, guiltily touching the tip of her nose.

It wasn’t her fault either; it’s because he tired her out, and his technique wasn’t good.

Song Tingfan wasn’t aware he was being disliked, focusing solely on her health, "There’s nothing in the camp, I’ll go look, you eat and rest some more."

"You don’t know how to bargain." Lin Qiao glanced at the dark red on the bed sheets, suddenly realizing, if she got pregnant, what would she do?

That’s not going to work; she can’t get pregnant right now.

She couldn’t even be sure if Song Tingfan was completely sincere with her.

In the main hall

Song Qin, seeing the two come in, smiled warmly, "Qiao’er, are you awake?" While speaking, she glanced at her leg, naturally understanding what happened last night.

Lin Qiao naturally noticed her gaze, her face flushing with warmth, "I’m awake."

"Glad you’re awake, come on, have some chicken soup. Niu Niu went out early to buy a hen, has been stewing it for one or two hours, the meat is tender." Song Qin ladled a big bowl of chicken soup for her, lovingly encouraging her to drink it.

Lin Qiao took it and sat down, with Song Tingfan next to her under the table, lifting chopsticks to give her a piece of lean meat, somewhat pleasingly, "Eat more."

Lin Qiao felt a bit less angry, "You eat by yourself."

"Okay." Song Tingfan noticed her tone was much softer, feeling relieved, unsure earlier if she’d ignore him or be angry.

What if she didn’t respond to him or got mad?

During the meal, the two didn’t speak, but Song Tingfan kept serving Lin Qiao food. Lin Qiao was indeed hungry, eating it all.

Just as they were about to go out in the afternoon, Gao Qiang came to call Song Tingfan, then he came back with an apologetic look, afraid she’d be upset, "Qiao’er, something came up in the camp, I have to go."

Lin Qiao wasn’t a young woman in her teens, naturally not getting upset, "Then go."

Sigh, best if he doesn’t return tonight.

It was an urgent matter in the camp, Song Tingfan certainly couldn’t delay, taking a look at her before striding out of the courtyard.

As soon as he left, Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, although she’d seemed calm on the surface, inside she was quite flustered.

Sleeping with the antagonist, how could one not be flustered?

She let out a long sigh, whatever, take things one step at a time.

As long as he hasn’t turned dark, there’s still a way out.

Upon reaching the city, instead of going to look at tables and chairs first, she went to the pharmacy. The doctor saw her and kindly asked, "Is there anything bothering you, madam?"

There were people around, so Lin Qiao’s voice was slightly lower, "Not unwell, just wanting to buy some birth control medicine."

"Birth control medicine?"

The doctor, seeing that no one was with her, didn’t agree, explaining, "That’s not possible, if you want birth control medicine, let your husband or someone else accompany you to buy it."

"If I sell it to you, and then someone comes to make trouble, it wouldn’t be good."

Hearing this, Lin Qiao felt a bit frustrated. If she called Song Tingfan to buy it together, it would likely cause a scene. Though he hadn’t mentioned children, she knew he wanted them.

She didn’t make it hard for the doctor, but went to several other shops, where no one dared to sell it to her.

In truth, one couldn’t blame them, carrying on the family line was a big deal; if the husband’s family knew, fine, if not, they might tear down the shop.

Lin Qiao had no choice but to give up with a glimmer of hope, thinking it might not be that certain.

Then, she went to check out tables and chairs.

Unexpectedly, her attempt to buy birth control at the pharmacy was witnessed by Zhou Fu’an, who, after getting his medicine, quickly ran back to the camp.

At this moment, in a tent, the military doctor was bandaging a man’s wound, with Song Tingfan watching from the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Vice General Song, the medicine is back." Zhou Fu’an whispered.

Song Tingfan nodded, "Boil it."

"Yes."

Zhou Fu’an stood there, hesitating a bit, finally unable to hold back, "Vice General Song, I have something important to tell you, can we step outside?"