Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 385 - 377: No Matter How Much You Love, It Can’t Be Your Life
Song Tingfan pressed his lips together and followed silently out.
Lin Qiao glanced over, letting out a mental "tsk tsk," indeed, a biological connection does weigh more in one’s heart.
However, if he didn’t care about the child, there truly wouldn’t be any hope.
She entered the kitchen to cook. After starting the pot, she fetched water to wash the clothes that had fallen on the ground earlier.
These were Xu Dagui’s clothes.
Halfway through washing, the father and son returned. Upon seeing the clothes in her hands, Song Tingfan’s face immediately darkened, and he strode forward, grabbed the clothes, and threw them at the doorway.
Lin Qiao was taken aback for a moment: "..."
Lin Ling ran out to pick them up, fuming, "Why did you throw away Mr. Xu’s clothes? Mr. Xu only has two sets to wear."
"Mom and Mr. Xu work very hard to earn money, getting up early and staying out late to sell things at the dock."
"He won’t come back." Song Tingfan said in a deep voice.
Lin Ling was momentarily stunned, not understanding what he meant. But Lin Qiao knew, feeling slightly unhappy. How could he speak like this in front of the child? She smiled and diverted the child, "Ling’er, go pick some vegetables from the garden."
"Okay."
Lin Ling’s attention was shifted, and he ran out with a basket.
After he was gone, Lin Qiao looked at Song Tingfan, slightly displeased, "Do you want the child to become like you? Don’t talk about these things in front of him, he’s already quite mature." With that, she turned and went back into the kitchen.
In the courtyard, Song Tingfan pressed his lips together and eventually followed inside, sitting by the stove to build a fire. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I’ll call someone to move his things out."
He paused, "Give him that house in the Capital."
Lin Qiao: "..."
A house worth several thousand taels in exchange for one worth only a dozen taels. Is he drunk on money?
But if he wants to give it, let him give it.
She didn’t bother with him, staying silent. After the meal, some villagers came, efficiently moving Xu Dagui’s things out.
Not even a single sock was left behind.
Lin Qiao had roughly grasped the villain’s nature. She said nothing, for otherwise, those belongings wouldn’t have been moved but discarded.
She discreetly asked someone to check on Xu Dagui, even slipping ten taels of silver into the clothes.
Seeing that there was no longer anything of Xu Dagui’s, Song Tingfan felt less gloomy. Then he rode away on horseback.
Not concerned about Lin Qiao and her son running away.
When Lin Ling returned to the village, he rejoined his group of playmates, and by then, they might have gone to play by the river or to gather bird eggs.
In recent days, the house had collected a layer of dust, so Lin Qiao cleaned it thoroughly inside and out. In just a few days, Li Guifen and the others would arrive.
Thinking of this, she sighed, unsure how to face them.
After tidying up for a while, the sound of hooves came from outside. She looked up.
Song Tingfan had returned, dismounted, and unpacked two bundles.
Seeing him directly entering her room, she followed quickly, "You sleep next door. The bed here is only big enough for the child and me."
Song Tingfan acted as though he hadn’t heard, opened the cabinet, and placed his clothes inside, then took out Lin Ling’s clothes, "He’s five years old already, he can’t sleep next to you."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Although she planned for Lin Ling to sleep alone this year, it wasn’t supposed to be now. If the child no longer sleeps with her, she’s bound to end up sleeping with the villain at this rate.
"He’s still little."
"He’s not little anymore. You’re indulging him. He won’t learn independence." Song Tingfan said with firm resolve, then carried Lin Ling’s clothes to the next room.
In no time, Lin Ling’s belongings were gone from the room.
Lin Qiao couldn’t be bothered with him. Her feet are on her body, and she’ll sleep where she pleases. After sweeping the courtyard, she planned to visit the vegetable garden.
Just as she was stepping out, it began to rain. Remembering Lin Ling was still outside, she hurried to find an umbrella, when suddenly, Song Tingfan strode out quickly beside her.
She looked at him strangely but was too worried about the child to think too much. Grabbing an umbrella, she rushed out. After a short distance, she saw Song Tingfan carrying the child, covering his head with a coat.
She paused her steps, sighing inwardly. At least he was good to the child.
She walked over and held the umbrella over their heads. Lin Ling was very happy, having both parents come fetch him, "Mom, Da Bao is so envious of me; nobody comes to pick him up to go home."
Upon hearing this, both Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao fell silent. Lin Qiao smiled, "Then let Da Bao be envious."
"Hehe." Lin Ling shot a glance at his "bad" father, unable to resist giving him a peck.
He seemed to be growing fond of the bad father.
Song Tingfan was momentarily stunned, then looked downward as realization hit. The three of them returned to the courtyard in the rain, and Lin Qiao noticed his clothing was wet. She instinctively offered him a cloth, "Wipe yourself."
