Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 344 - 339: Winning Over the Villain Is the Right Way
Song Qin still wanted to say something, but held back. After the meal, she called out, "Niu Niu. Come help me carry something."
Though autumn had begun, it was still a bit hot. Song Tingfan put down the straw fan in his hand and then followed her inside.
Song Qin shut the door and looked at her grandson, who was much taller than herself. "There were things I didn’t say earlier because I was afraid Qiao’er would feel embarrassed. Now that she’s over three months pregnant, you still shouldn’t act recklessly. You need to be considerate."
Song Tingfan was slightly taken aback, then quickly nodded, "I understand."
"Good, do you feel overworked lately? I noticed you haven’t been talking much with Qiao’er."
"No."
"That’s good. Talk to Qiao’er more. It’s easy for pregnant women to overthink."
"Okay."
They talked for a while before stepping out of the room. Lin Qiao glanced curiously at them but didn’t think much of it, fanning herself with one hand and holding a book in the other.
Engaging in prenatal education.
Try to learn more positive things; you can’t let him inherit any villainous traits from his father.
It’s not about being cultured or refined, just as long as he doesn’t start fights it’s fine.
Otherwise, she’d not only have to win over the male lead but also the son.
The night gradually grew darker and cooler, causing Lin Qiao to feel a bit cold. She rubbed her arms and then stood up to go inside.
As she stepped inside, Song Tingfan followed suit, closing the door behind them.
Lin Qiao was about to continue with her "prenatal education," but Song Tingfan took her book away, "Time to sleep."
Having slept too much during the day, Lin Qiao wasn’t very tired, "Let me read a little longer." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Song Tingfan said nothing, just leaned over to open the blanket and gazed at her quietly.
Lin Qiao: "..."
She hurriedly got into bed.
Song Tingfan had gotten used to holding her while sleeping, pulling her into his embrace with his long arm. The room was quiet for a moment.
After a while, the man’s deep voice said, "She won’t bother you again in the future."
Without mentioning names, Lin Qiao pondered for a moment before realizing what he meant. She perked up immediately; had he poisoned the third female character again?
She asked ignorantly, "Why?"
Before Song Tingfan could respond, she eagerly asked, "Did you scold her?"
Feeling her hand move across his chest, Song Tingfan’s throat moved a little, and he replied with a low "mm."
Scaring a villain is basically equivalent to poisoning them.
Lin Qiao didn’t sympathize with the third female character, because what she did to the villain truly deserved punishment.
She was even worse than Qin Wuli, would she meet an even worse end?
She cozily rubbed against his chest, "Tingfan, you’re really nice."
Getting on the villain’s good side was the key to ruling.
Song Tingfan’s body became increasingly stiff, with a reaction he couldn’t ignore, "Don’t move."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao paused, quickly understanding, "..."
She moved slightly away from him, considering that he’d been holding back for months, "Ahem, Tingfan, you can go drink and socialize with the others, I won’t be upset."
As soon as she said that, the amorous atmosphere turned cold, and Song Tingfan was unhappy, "Say that again?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
Faced with his question, only a fool would repeat it.
She began to turn the tables, "Why are you scolding me? You always scold me. I’m just worried you’d harm your health and not be able to have kids in the future."
"I want to have more, to have a lively house."
Song Tingfan naturally couldn’t out-talk her, sincerely explaining, "I didn’t scold you."
"Yes, you did."
"I shouldn’t have scolded you."
The villain had surprisingly learned to be soft-hearted, Lin Qiao silently raised an eyebrow, see, he’s almost trained, "Hmph, I forgive you."
She leaned forward and gave him a peck, shyly saying, "Be gentle, it’s okay."
She was sure that he wouldn’t really do anything.
Indeed, Song Tingfan wouldn’t. He raised his hand to pull the blanket over them, "Let’s sleep."
...
The news about Qin Wuli had spread by the next afternoon. The women in the alley were chatting together, and when Lin Qiao returned from washing a vase by the river, they called her over.
Learning she hadn’t been poisoned to death, Lin Qiao felt an inexplicable relief. As for why, it was probably because, subconsciously, she didn’t want the villain to end up like in their past life.
Her child’s dad couldn’t be a bad guy.
As the women chatted, they shifted the topic to Lin Qiao, "Lady Song, how do you keep General in check? I saw him fanning you the other day."
Keep him in check?
Lin Qiao’s mouth twitched. If she could truly control the villain, she wouldn’t be acting the role of a good wife every day out of fear.
She blinked and teased, "By crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang myself."
The other women burst into laughter, swaying left and right.
"That’s nothing; when I argued with my husband, I cried out of frustration, you know what he said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said I looked hideous when crying."
The women were amused and laughed uproariously, with some nearly doubling over.
"That’s nothing; my husband says I yell like a tigress, nearly deafening him."
...
After chatting for a while, Lin Qiao finally returned home, arranging the flowers she picked in the morning and sprinkled some water on them.
With nothing else to do, she picked up a book and suddenly found Song Tingfan’s recent ledger. Flipping through it, there weren’t any accounts, but rather densely packed writing.
Avoid oily foods, uses the toilet around midnight, easily irritated, easily embarrassed...
A long list of her recent reactions, Lin Qiao felt quite complicated about it, there was a little bit of joy for sure.
The villain had indeed put a lot of heart into her.
This she had to admit.
So she felt a bit complicated about him.
Sigh, take one step at a time.
...
Night had completely fallen, and Song Tingfan hadn’t returned. Lin Qiao told Song Qin and the others to sleep, then waited a while in the courtyard. After midnight, he still hadn’t returned.
Realizing he probably wouldn’t come back, she went back inside to sleep but tossed and turned for quite a while, unable to fall asleep. Eventually, she got up again and thick-skinnedly went to knock on the neighbor’s door.
After a long while, the woman yawned and opened the door, "Lady Song, what’s wrong?"
"Is your husband back yet? Mine hasn’t returned, and I’m a bit worried."
"Mine hasn’t returned either; don’t worry, it’s probably something at the camp. It’s a frequent thing. Just be grateful it’s not a war," the woman kindly reassured her.
Hearing this, Lin Qiao felt slightly relieved, returned to her room, sighed, and, since she couldn’t sleep, decided not to and picked up the ledger to read.
She didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but when she woke up, it was already morning.
Once Song Qin and the others learned that Song Tingfan hadn’t returned last night, they became a bit worried. Lin Qiao reassured them before heading to the camp with some food to see Song Tingfan.
The soldiers at the entrance stopped her, "Lady Song, you can’t go in."
"Why?"
Lin Qiao smiled, lifting the food container in her hand, "I’ll just deliver the food and leave. Or maybe you could help me bring it in."
The soldiers at the gate looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Lady Song, Song General was detained yesterday. The General doesn’t allow anyone to visit him."
