Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 362 - 357: The Villain Is Becoming Less and Less Human
Song Tingfan withdrew his hand that was just reaching into the air, glanced at it slightly, and didn’t speak for a moment.
Lin Qiao gave him a "disappointed" look, then turned around silently and walked out, only letting out a sigh of relief after entering the room and locking the door.
The antagonist was becoming more and more inhumane.
No, while he’s still unsure, she should find an opportunity to run away.
But...
She touched her belly and sighed a long breath.
The script is so difficult.
After a while, Song Qin came to call her for dinner, but she excused herself by saying she was sleeping and didn’t go.
She really didn’t want to see that troublesome antagonist right now.
Afraid that if she saw him, she wouldn’t be able to resist slapping him.
It surely wasn’t a lie to say she wasn’t upset, after all, she had already begun to care.
After a while, Song Tingfan came to knock on the door and said in a low voice, "It’s mealtime."
"Eat your big head." (An expression of contempt or dismissal)
Lin Qiao rolled her eyes dramatically on the bed, then covered herself with the blanket, pretending not to hear. After a long while, he left.
After staying inside for one or two hours, she finally came out of the room. At this moment, Song Rong was tremblingly tending to the green onion patch, and she disapproved, "Grandpa, don’t do these things."
Song Rong clapped the dirt off his hands, looked at her with a smile, "I’m not tired, Qiao’er, are you hungry?"
Before Lin Qiao could answer, he shouted towards the hall, "Old woman, Qiao’er is awake, quickly bring her some food."
Soon, Song Qin came out, "I’m coming, I’m coming, Qiao’er, come inside and sit down, it’s cold outside. Let your grandfather do it if he wants to."
If people have too much free time, they start feeling uncomfortable here and there.
Besides, the old man is already quite old, it’s good enough that he’s not suffering.
"I’ll go get it myself." Lin Qiao quickly held her back.
Song Qin affectionately patted her hand and said, "I’ll go, I cooked chicken soup, I’ll scoop some out for you."
Watching her back, Lin Qiao felt even more conflicted inside, wondering how to harden her heart to leave...
Seeing her still standing there, worried she’d catch a cold, Song Rong said, "Qiao’er, hurry inside."
"Grandpa, come in with me." Lin Qiao helped him, and they went into the main room together.
At this time, Song Qin came in carrying the food, "Your Granny Fan said she went out to buy something and hasn’t come back yet. I need to check on her—she’s old and could fall."
"Buy what?" Lin Qiao was puzzled, as there was usually someone to buy things for the family.
"She noticed you haven’t had much appetite and wanted to make some pickled vegetable meat pies for you. We don’t have pickled vegetables here, so she went out to buy some. I offered to go with her, but she wouldn’t let me, worried that no one would be here to take care of you when you woke up."
Just as Song Qin finished speaking, Mrs. Fan came in carrying things. The items were somewhat heavy, and her steps were a bit unsteady.
Lin Qiao quickly went up to her, but Granny Jiang was a few steps faster, took the items, and felt the weight in her hands, "Madam, this is so heavy, why didn’t you call us."
Mrs. Fan didn’t like them calling her that, and said a bit embarrassed, "It’s not heavy, not heavy."
She then looked at Lin Qiao, carefully took out a pair of shoes from her bosom, and said, showing concern, "These shoes have soft soles and are comfortable to walk in. You and Tingfan can wear them."
Having eaten well and dressed well in this family, there wasn’t much else she could give them, so she bought a pair of shoes.
Lin Qiao didn’t refuse her kindness, accepted them with a smile, and said, "I’ve been worrying about having no shoes to wear, thank you, Granny."
"No thanks, no thanks." Mrs. Fan affectionately patted her hand.
After eating, Lin Qiao went to the inn, telling them before she left that she was busy recently and wouldn’t be coming back to sleep.
She needed to sort out how to deal with the antagonist next.
Song Qin and the others also worried that traveling back and forth might not be good for her belly, so they agreed.
...
After dusk, in the kitchen.
Song Qin ladled a big bowl of chicken soup, then filled another bowl with food, looked outside, and said, "I don’t know when Niu Niu will come back, Qiao’er must be hungry."
"Madam, let me take it to the lady." Granny Jiang packed the food in a food container, but before she could leave the kitchen, a shadow fell over them.
After seeing who it was, she respectfully called, "Master."
Seeing him return, Song Qin was very pleased, "Niu Niu, you’re back at just the right time. Bring the food to Qiao’er, and don’t come back. Stay at the inn with her—she said there are many things to do, and she won’t be coming back tonight."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan pursed his lips, took a moment, and then accepted the food container.
At this time, Lin Qiao was just eating. She was slightly startled when she saw him, then quickly pretended he wasn’t there.
The antagonist was now not only suspicious of her but even if she tried to please him like before, he would instead think she had an agenda.
Alright, she was indeed genuinely annoyed with him.
The waiter saw that the young master didn’t look up and thought he hadn’t seen him, so he reminded him, "Young master, the boss is here."
Lin Qiao nodded, put down her chopsticks, and got up to go to the back yard, shutting the door with a "bang," evidently not wanting to deal with him.
With Song Qin and Song Rong still around, the antagonist wouldn’t dare harm her.
During this time, her life was certainly safe.
The waiter: "..."
He glanced at the silent boss, wondering if the two had quarreled.
He touched his nose tip, "Boss, there’s a window over there you can climb in through." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Song Tingfan handed him the food container, "Take it to her." After saying so, he turned and left.
Since that day, Lin Qiao intentionally avoided him, spending her days with Song Qin and the others at home and returning to the inn to sleep at night.
Song Qin and the others didn’t notice anything different, which Lin Qiao found odd, so she found a time to ask Granny Jiang.
It turned out that Song Tingfan hadn’t come back at night.
A little uncomfortably, Lin Qiao pouted her lips as if she cared for him, but shrugged it off in her mind, thinking that it was fine if he didn’t return so she wouldn’t have to run around.
That night, she didn’t go to the inn, as there’s no bed more comfortable than the one at home.
After closing the door, she took out a map she bought for dozens of taels.
Though not detailed, it was close enough.
She specifically examined the locations where the original owner was previously caught; the most dangerous place was the safest place.
Her gaze finally landed on the Capital.
The antagonist shouldn’t think of this location, after all, given the original owner’s dumb wit, she probably wouldn’t hide in the same place twice.
The problem wasn’t escaping now but whether to leave the child in her belly behind or take it with her.
If left behind, the antagonist might not be fond of him, but wouldn’t mistreat him, and Song Rong’s elderly couple were thoughtful too.
If she took him with her, she would have to hide and run all around.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking startled her, tearing a corner of the map in her hand, "Granny?"
"It’s me." A man’s low voice said.
Lin Qiao: "..."
A ghost must have broken in.
She tidied up the map, making sure no one would find out, and then slowly... slowly went to open the door, not looking at him, she turned and got back onto the bed.
Staring at the mound under the quilt, Song Tingfan’s eyes showed complexity and confusion.
It was her.
But many things were different.
After standing there for a while, he closed the door.
As he got closer and closer, Lin Qiao under the covers, "..."
He can’t be thinking of coming up here to sleep, can he?
Indeed, the next moment, the bed sank beside her, and as the edge of the quilt was lifted, she unhappily pulled it back, speaking stiffly, "Take it from the cabinet yourself."
Trying to push her away to sleep in a warm bed, no way!
