Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 131 - 126: Ridiculous Misfortune—Why Does All the Karma Fall on Her?
If you want to go, then don’t go deep into the mountains," Song Tingfan nodded, "Alright."
Lin Qiao stood up, changed her dirty cloth shoes, took a small basket, and the two of them left the courtyard one after the other. Song Tingfan glanced sideways at his sister-in-law who was slightly lagging behind, adjusted his pace to walk alongside her.
Lin Qiao didn’t notice this subtle action. She was waving to a woman not far away, "Auntie, going to the fields?"
"Yes, to dig up the fields. Are you and Tingfan going up the mountain?" The woman replied with a smile.
"Yes, we’re going into the mountains to find something."
"You two are quite diligent. Be careful up the mountain."
"Okay."
After exchanging a few words, they went their separate ways.
There weren’t many people going up the mountain today; perhaps they were busy in the fields.
The mountain land, wet from the heavy snow, had dried up under the sunlight. The fallen leaves on the ground crunched softly underfoot.
Song Tingfan occasionally paid attention to Lin Qiao beside him. When they reached an uphill slope, he easily climbed up and then extended his hand, a trace of anxiety in his eyes, "Sister-in-law, I’ll pull you up."
Lin Qiao didn’t think much of it and grabbed his hand, using his strength to climb up the slope. Once up, she put her hands on her hips and panted slightly, "Little Uncle, you really have good stamina."
Song Tingfan had walked the whole way without much heavy breathing.
While she was already panting hard.
"Sister-in-law is a woman; walking mountain roads is indeed tiring."
Seeing her out of breath, Song Tingfan handed her a bamboo tube filled with water and said, "Sister-in-law, have a drink of water."
Lin Qiao reached out to take it, surprised to find it was still warm. As she drank, she looked at him, unable to help but think that whoever marries him in the future would be lucky.
Ahem, that’s assuming he doesn’t turn evil.
If he turns evil, she would suggest hanging oneself right there.
Better to leave a whole body behind.
Meeting her gaze, Song Tingfan looked down at his feet, somewhat embarrassed. After taking back the bamboo tube, he took out a piece of malt sugar from his chest, "Sister-in-law, would you like some?"
"Uncle, you’re like a treasure chest, having everything." Lin Qiao shook her head, indicating she didn’t want it.
The malt sugar sticks to the teeth, and she didn’t particularly like it.
Song Tingfan obediently said "Oh," and put the malt sugar away, looking at the forest ahead, "Sister-in-law, be careful, there are hunting traps further in."
"Follow me."
"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded.
After walking for a while longer, they didn’t see any game; it seemed there wasn’t much today.
Song Tingfan was used to this, remaining patient and observant of his surroundings.
His father had said that hunting requires patience and not to be impatient, or one would never catch anything good in a lifetime.
Lin Qiao, beside him, frowned slightly. This place seemed somewhat familiar.
She had been here before, but there was another sense of familiarity within her, as if she had dreamed of this scene and something had happened.
For a moment, she couldn’t remember what it was.
At this time, Song Tingfan swiftly drew his arrow and shot into the distance, then strode quickly after something, his back disappearing from her view. Suddenly, something flashed in Lin Qiao’s mind.
No!
It was from a dream.
The scene where the antagonist broke his leg in a previous life, although the season was different, everything else was exactly the same.
A landslide ahead, about to collapse.
Without thinking much, she called out, "Song Tingfan, stop chasing!" and ran after him.
Hearing this, Song Tingfan immediately halted. Thankfully, he stopped quickly, as the ground in front of his toes suddenly fractured and slipped.
It had been a long time since he had been here, and it had now slipped into a slope. Although it was just a slope, rolling down was dangerous.
After a slight forward wobble, he quickly took a few steps back, turned to look around, and with lingering fear said, "Sister-in-law, I’m fine."
Just a few steps away, Lin Qiao sighed in relief, but before she could fully relax, her foot twisted, and she fell to the side. She frantically reached out, but grasped nothing.
Her expression changed, and unable to hold back, she let out an "ah" as she fell, rolling in a certain direction, her vision shifting from bright to dark, dark to bright, until her leg hit something, a sharp pain came, and her vision went black for a moment.
"Sister-in-law!!"
Song Tingfan reacted immediately, dropping his bow and arrow, rushing down recklessly, quickly reaching Lin Qiao’s side.
Seeing the blood on her leg, his face turned pale, but he remained calm, quickly squatting down to unroll her pants. She had hit something; below the knee was a bloody mess, the depth of the wound unclear.
He promptly took off his coat, then his inner garment, and regardless of his bare upper body, used the inner garment to bind her wound to prevent excessive blood loss.
Lin Qiao was in too much pain to speak, but this injury couldn’t be wasted. She managed to squeeze out, "Little Uncle, I’m okay, don’t... worry."
Look how dedicated she was, it really wouldn’t be fair without some compensation.
Besides!
Was she taking the fall for the villain?
What kind of melodrama was this, why did all the bad karma fall on her?
She was innocent, she hadn’t done anything.
Song Tingfan was frantic, hurriedly putting on his coat, bending down to lift her in his arms, heading straight down the mountain, "Sister-in-law, I’ll take you to see a doctor."
Though he was walking quickly, Lin Qiao remained steady in his arms.
Once down the mountain, many people looked over, shocked. Someone hastily asked, "Tingfan, what happened to your sister-in-law?"
Song Tingfan couldn’t hear anything, his only thought was to get his sister-in-law to a doctor. It wasn’t long before he carried Lin Qiao into the Song Family’s house, crashing into the door, laying Lin Qiao on the bed.
Hearing the commotion, Song Qin and Song Rong hurried over. Before they could speak, Song Tingfan anxiously said, "Grandmother, watch sister-in-law, I’m going to call for a doctor." Then he quickly ran out.
Upon hearing "doctor", Song Qin and Song Rong rushed inside, seeing Lin Qiao’s pant leg covered in blood, their faces changed.
Song Qin trembled, "Qiao’er, where did you hit?"
The pain in her leg caused cold sweat on Lin Qiao’s forehead, her lips pale.
It really hurt.
But even in such a situation, she didn’t forget to calm the elderly couple, "It’s... nothing."
Soon, Song Tingfan dragged a doctor inside, the doctor panting heavily, "Tingfan, this old man’s legs are nearly broken from the running."
"Grandpa, my sister-in-law’s leg is bleeding a lot," Song Tingfan’s voice was slightly hoarse.
The doctor caught his breath, then walked to the bedside. Seeing the blood-soaked pants, he grew serious, "Tingfan, open your sister-in-law’s clothes at her leg."
Song Tingfan quickly nodded and opened the clothing, the wound still bleeding but not as much as before.
The doctor took out some alcohol, poured it on a clean cloth, and instructed, "Tingfan, hold your sister-in-law, I’ll clean her wound with alcohol."
Lin Qiao wanted to say there was no need, but the pain from the alcohol touching the wound surpassed the collision, causing her to cry out.
Seeing her struggle, the doctor said again, "Tingfan, hold your sister-in-law, don’t stand there dumbly."
"Okay."
The young man responded, lifting his hands, unsure at first, then tightly embracing the young woman.
After cleaning the wound, it was deep and seemed to have been hit by something sharp.
The doctor frowned, "What did she hit?"
"I don’t know, didn’t see it." Song Tingfan shook his head, then quickly added, "It was probably a tree branch."
"Let me check her bones. If her bones are fine, then it’s a blessing."
The doctor felt from her calf upwards, finding no fracture, he sighed in relief, "The bones seem fine."
