Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 178 - 173: She Entered the Brothel in Place of the Villain
School
Zhou Tiedan choked on a pancake, and seeing the bamboo tube on Song Tingfan’s desk, he reached out to grab it, only to find that Song Tingfan was faster.
Song Tingfan glared at him, hugging the bamboo tube protectively, and firmly refused, "No."
Zhou Tiedan kept pounding his chest and then quickly gestured, indicating he was going to choke to death.
Song Tingfan raised his hand and gave him two hard pats on the back, causing the bun in Zhou Tiedan’s throat to "spit" out, "cough cough..."
He couldn’t help but rub his aching back, "Song Tingfan, you hit too hard, I almost kicked the bucket."
"Why don’t you just give me some water? I’ll refill it for you if I drink it."
Before Song Tingfan could speak, he suddenly realized, "Is it because your sister-in-law filled it for you again?"
Song Tingfan, caught, didn’t react, "None of your business."
"It must be, only things from your sister-in-law make you this stingy!" Zhou Tiedan looked at him knowingly.
Song Tingfan didn’t refute Zhou Tiedan; when it’s something from his sister-in-law, he wouldn’t share, not even a bit.
Seeing him silent, Zhou Tiedan became bitter. His sister-in-law never filled water for him and even snatched the last bowl of rice soup from him in the morning, "Song Tingfan, I don’t want to hang out with you anymore, you’re as annoying as Wu Erwa."
He paused for a moment and added, "Give me some bird eggs, and I won’t find you annoying anymore."
"No way." Song Tingfan reached out to grind the ink, which was almost used up. He hadn’t told his sister-in-law, planning to sell the bamboo basket to buy some himself.
"Song Tingfan, you’ll never find a wife in the future." Zhou Tiedan snorted angrily.
"I have my sister-in-law." Song Tingfan said quietly.
Recently, Song Tingfan compared everything to his sister-in-law, which stumped Zhou Tiedan, leaving him speechless until he finally squeezed out, "She’s not your wife; she’s not for sleeping with." After saying this, he blushed.
His father had told him that a wife is someone you sleep with at night, and then comes the possibility of children.
Song Tingfan paused for a moment but quickly continued grinding the ink.
He could sleep with his sister-in-law.
His sister-in-law also tucked him in with a blanket.
In front of them, the children of the same age turned their heads with interest, "Tiedan, what did your dad say to you? My dad told me that’s how you sleep with your wife."
"My dad said the same, but he wasn’t clear about it, just said I’d understand once I got married." Zhou Tiedan whispered with a flushed face, then curiously looked at Song Tingfan and asked, "Tingfan, did your family tell you?"
Seeing him remain silent, "Did your family not tell you? Well, your dad... cough, let me tell you, come closer, we can’t let others hear."
Taking advantage of the fact that the class hadn’t started, a few kids whispered about something, and eventually, all of their faces turned red.
...
Meanwhile, Lin Qiao arrived in town and went to Fulaiyun Inn. Liu Fuzhu led her into the kitchen and told the cook a few words.
The cook, a burly and shy man, greeted Lin Qiao, and she graciously returned the greeting.
There wasn’t any secret to the cold dishes; it was all about controlling the ingredients. The cook grasped it within half an hour,
Liu Fuzhu tasted the cold dishes made by Lin Qiao and the cook, and found no significant difference. She nodded approvingly.
Then she settled thirty taels of silver for Lin Qiao.
Thirty taels of silver was substantial, and fearing that she might be seen carrying it out, Lin Qiao asked Liu Fuzhu for three ten-tael silver notes and put them in the innermost pocket of her clothes. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Mr. Liu, I have a business proposal for you. I can make some pastries, and I noticed you don’t sell any here. Could I sell them at your place?"
"Rest assured, we’ll split the profits evenly after costs."
She could sell them herself, but surely not as well as the cold dishes. The town’s consumption level wasn’t as good as the county’s.
Even if she had the energy to go daily, it wouldn’t work; there wasn’t enough time.
Perhaps she could visit a few times a week.
Liu Fuzhu didn’t immediately agree, "I need to taste them first."
Although this seemed like a surefire deal, the young woman was planning to leverage Fulaiyun Inn’s reputation to promote her pastries.
If it picked up, she could open her own shop.
"Alright, I’ll bring some for you to try tomorrow." Lin Qiao wasn’t desperate to sell there, just taking the chance when possible.
After chatting for a while, Lin Qiao left Fulaiyun Inn, clutching what was equivalent to thirty thousand dollars, feeling quite relaxed.
In case the villain turned evil, she had money to escape, unlike the original owner who scavenged for scraps.
Passing a bookstore, she remembered Song Tingfan was running out of ink, so she bought nearly half a tael’s worth of paper and ink, and spent one tael to buy a book by the great writer An Yuan Chao.
To serve as a writing model for Song Tingfan.
She casually flipped through a few pages; the old-fashioned ideas throughout were fitting for the current era.
Then she went to the vegetable stall, shopping around and buying quite a bit, including a black fish for the villain to nourish his brain. The black fish was four cents more expensive than usual, costing about thirty cents in total.
Her basket was nearly half-full when she headed to the town’s entrance to catch a donkey cart.
The weather was sweltering; she headed through a small alley toward the town’s entrance. The alley was eerily quiet with no people.
Lin Qiao immediately stopped and turned to run back the way she came, but it was too late. Someone covered her mouth and nose from behind, a foul smell was inhaled, and before she could struggle, her consciousness began to fade.
As she passed out, her first thought was that it was the end.
No, it was the end of the cannon fodder female supporting character’s storyline.
...
She didn’t know how long had passed when she started hearing intermittent noises, somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange, "This young one... is a virgin, twenty taels of silver... can’t do."
Lin Qiao struggled to open her eyes, then shook her groggy head; her blurred vision cleared, revealing a white curtain with a red tassel in the middle.
It was too familiar!
This was the same place where the male lead was sold into the brothel on the first night.
So the plot still took this turn.
Absolutely inhumane!!
It’s over, she was substituted to suffer instead of the villain.
Is there no justice?
She was just a stand-in; she shouldn’t have to take the blame, right?
She wanted to faint right then and there, the kind where she’d never wake up again.
At that moment, the door creaked open, then shut tightly. Lin Qiao caught a glimpse through the curtain of a greasy, fat man approaching, holding some stimulating items in his hand.
Just like in her dream, exactly the same.
As he came closer, Lin Qiao closed her eyes. If not for her many years of acting experience, she probably would’ve panicked by now.
Jiang Qiangsheng pulled aside the curtain, lecherously inspecting the unconscious woman, "It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a pretty young lady, and a widowed virgin at that, exciting."
He had long been adept at those things in the brothel, knowing exactly how to "play" to spark interest.
He poured a pill from a bottle into Lin Qiao’s mouth, and she knew all too well what it was – an aphrodisiac!
Damn it, beast!
Curse this script, curse this script!! It’s inhumane!
