Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 180 - 175: Father Said If You Touch a Woman, You Must Marry Her
Song Tingfan had never seen her like this before, his throat tightened a little. He quickly averted his gaze and stammered, "No, no, no... you can take it off, I’ll fan you." Saying this, he tried to let go of her hand to grab the fan.
Unexpectedly, she seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, rubbing against it from time to time, and softly said, "So comfortable."
The warmth on his neck made Song Tingfan’s blood freeze throughout his body, his mind went blank. At this moment, there was a knock at the door, followed by Song Qin’s worried voice, "Niu Niu, open the door quickly and let the doctor take a look."
No one can see sister-in-law like this, definitely someone will say irresponsible things.
He instinctively covered her mouth, stifling his panic, "Ah Nai, sister-in-law says she wants to sleep for a while."
Unable to enter or see Lin Qiao from the doorway, Song Qin anxiously asked, "Qiao’er, are you alright?"
As the party involved, Lin Qiao couldn’t understand a word now. She held onto the young man’s neck, gradually rubbing against his face.
Song Tingfan’s gaze didn’t know where to rest, and he frantically separated her, pressing her onto the bed while responding to Song Qin, "Sister-in-law is sleeping."
There was no movement at the door, presumably she had left.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and unintentionally met Lin Qiao’s enchanting face, causing his throat to roll once or twice instinctively before he finally looked away.
The drug’s effect grew stronger, and Lin Qiao beneath him was still restlessly struggling, uttering some blush-inducing sounds.
Worried that Ah Nai and Ah Ye would hear, Song Tingfan had to use one hand to cover her mouth, feeling her soft lips, which sparked a tingling sensation growing from the bottom of his heart.
He sensed something was not right, his mind like it had exploded, and he immediately pushed Lin Qiao away, stepping back several paces.
His face was so red it was almost dripping blood.
How could he... to sister-in-law...
With the restraints gone, Lin Qiao on the bed instinctively started undressing herself, wanting to cool down a bit.
The lake-blue silk top was exposed in the air, visible clearly.
"Mmm~ Mmm~"
Song Tingfan’s neck turned fiery red too, and he hurriedly ran over to press her hand down, closing his eyes while messily pulling her clothes back together.
He held her hand down but couldn’t cover her mouth.
The chaos lasted for over an hour before it quietened down. The woman leaned into his embrace and fell asleep, her complexion not as flushed as before.
After a while, Song Tingfan gently released her, feeling relieved as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He intended to pull the quilt over her, but seeing her soaked clothes, he bit his lip, looking very conflicted.
If he didn’t change it, sister-in-law might catch a cold.
But he didn’t dare call Ah Nai to change it, as Ah Nai would certainly find out if she did.
After a long hesitation, he got up and grabbed clothes from the cabinet, feeling a bit nervous and trepid about the sleeping woman.
Afterwards, with his eyes tightly closed, he clumsily changed her clothes, inadvertently touching several places, scaring him to want to run out of the room immediately.
Except the innermost clothes weren’t changed, the rest were. After changing, he grabbed the wet clothes and ran out, without realizing he dressed Lin Qiao backwards.
He ran into his own room, shut the door, and gasped heavily several times.
He... he... changed sister-in-law’s clothes.
Father said if you touch a girl, you have to marry her.
He has to marry sister-in-law...
The bewildered young man had a shift in his thoughts after this incident.
...
The birds outside on the tree chirped noisily, while inside the room it was quiet. After a while, a low "cough" sounded inside the room.
The woman on the bed opened her eyes, the dryness in her throat making her uncomfortable. She got out of bed to get water to drink, and as soon as her foot touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through, making her hiss and sit back on the bed.
She pinched her ankle, which was visibly red and swollen.
She frowned, recalling the events of yesterday, but could only remember up until she told Song Tingfan to leave, unable to recall the rest.
She suddenly looked down at her clothes, the lines densely exposed on the outside.
Put on the wrong way.
Who changed her clothes?
She didn’t think about this question long before dismissing it, reaching out to pour a bowl of water to drink, soothing her throat considerably.
Hearing the door open, Song Tingfan, hanging clothes in the yard, looked over. The woman was leaning on the doorframe, about to step out, though her movements seemed labored.
He quickly ran over to support her, unnaturally saying, "Sister-in-law, does your foot hurt?"
Lin Qiao nodded.
"Let me have a look."
Song Tingfan found it difficult to look directly at her. Hearing her reply "okay," he helped her back inside, sitting by the bed.
He squatted down, took off her shoe, pausing slightly before swiftly removing her stocking, revealing the startling redness and swelling.
His eyes flashed with distress, he bit his lower lip tightly, "Sister-in-law, did you encounter bad people?"
Lin Qiao, unaware of the previous night’s events, shook her head, "No, I just accidentally fell into the water."
Such an incident could definitely be used to earn some pity and concern, but seeing the young man almost crying, she unexpectedly lied out of mercy.
She excused her mercy by reasoning that she sympathized with the antagonist’s past experiences.
She escaped the brothel, but the villain from the past did not. Those harms truly happened to him and left an indelible shadow.
Song Tingfan wasn’t foolish, how could falling into the water look like that?
Sister-in-law must be lying to him.
There must be bad people bullying sister-in-law.
He wanted to beat up those bad people.
He pursed his lips, "Sister-in-law, why did you go to the riverbank?"
Unexpectedly, he was not so easy to deceive now. Lin Qiao explained, "I went to wash some shoes."
She suddenly thought of something and looked down at her clothes, "Little uncle, who changed my clothes?"
Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly clasped his hands together, wondering if sister-in-law would be angry if she knew he changed her clothes?
Would she hit him?
He stammered, "I, I..."
Before he could finish, Lin Qiao asked again, "Were there three ten-tael silver notes inside the clothes, did you see them?"
It never occurred to her to think Song Tingfan had changed her clothes.
Completely impossible.
Now she was worried if the silver notes were waterproof? If not, they might be unusable.
Thinking of this, she could not help but clench her teeth.
Hearing this, Song Tingfan swiftly stood up and rushed out. He grabbed the clothes soaking in a wooden bucket in the yard, and inside the wrap were three silver notes but they had split open, and the writing was smudged.
No longer usable.
He thought he had soaked them apart, his face instantly went white. Back in the room, he spread out his palm to show her, timidly saying, "They soaked apart."
"Sorry, sister-in-law, I didn’t know there were silver notes."
Indeed not waterproof, Lin Qiao felt a deep frustration, losing money and almost losing her dignity.
She really couldn’t swallow this.
She wanted to learn from the villain and burn down the brothel.
"It’s not your fault, they probably got soaked when they fell into the river."
The ankle was slightly dislocated, and Song Tingfan corrected it back for her and put her shoe back on. He seriously asked, "Sister-in-law, who bullied you?"
Originally thinking she had fooled him earlier, who would have thought he didn’t believe it at all, Lin Qiao was taken aback, realizing she couldn’t hide it from him.
She improvised on the spot.
