Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 181 - 176: Even Song Tingyi’s Coffin Lid Can’t Hold Him Down
She lowered her head, her eyes reddened, and suddenly choked up, "Uncle, I’m so scared."
"I was dragged into a brothel, a fat man tried to... I knocked him out with a pillow and escaped from the brothel..."
"Uncle, I thought I’d never see you again..."
Upon hearing the word "brothel," Song Tingfan’s mind went blank, and then his eyes turned red with anger, "How dare they do this, I’ll kill them!"
He thought some bad guy had laid eyes on his sister-in-law but never considered it would be a brothel.
In a flash, he stood up. Lin Qiao was startled by his words and quickly held him back, "Uncle, don’t go, there are too many of them for us to fight."
"Even if I die, I’ll kill them."
The young man yelled, his neck stiff, his fists clenched tightly, veins popping.
Why are we always bullied when we’ve never done anything wrong?
Why bully sister-in-law, why bully sister-in-law.
Sister-in-law is the best person in the world.
Lin Qiao could tell he truly wanted to kill someone, unable to dwell on why he seemed a bit darkened, she held him tightly, "Uncle, don’t act recklessly, I only have you."
"I made it home just for you, I wanted to die, but thinking of you, I didn’t dare, afraid that if I die, you’d be alone."
"Uncle, if you die, I won’t live either."
Oh, no, wrong lines, this is the dialogue for the male and female leads.
The young man gradually calmed down, after a moment of silence, he suddenly "plopped" down to his knees, raspy, said, "Sister-in-law, I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you, hit me, scold me." By the end, he couldn’t make a sound, showing the depths of his sorrow.
Lin Qiao couldn’t tell if it was a spontaneous moment of sadness or if she really felt sad, she seemed to fully embody her character.
She was completely in the script.
"It’s not your fault, it’s theirs."
A thousand mistakes are the script’s faults.
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The brothel people didn’t give up looking for Lin Qiao; earlier, they learned she was the widow from Xingyu Village, with only a young uncle and two elderly at her husband’s family.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared do such a thing.
That afternoon, several outsiders entered the village, lingering at Song’s second family door.
The village assumed someone took a fancy to Widow Song, as men often came to Song’s second family door.
Mrs. Li across the street poured out dirty water, saw the people opposite, and spat loudly, "Every day attracting bees and butterflies! Song Tingyi’s coffin lid can’t stay down."
Inside Song’s second family, Lin Qiao’s face looked ugly, not expecting the brothel people would be so bold as to block their door in broad daylight.
It shouldn’t be like this.
"Sister-in-law, is it them?" Song Tingfan naturally noticed, gripping his fists.
Lin Qiao didn’t detect anything unusual, nodded, and cautioned, "Don’t go out now."
Before she could finish, the young man rushed out and swung a solid punch at one of the men, knocking his head to the side.
Lin Qiao thought this was bad and opened her mouth to shout, "Help, someone is attacking, help!"
Song Rong and Song Qin ran out.
Lin Qiao’s screaming brought men from the village with weapons charging over; seeing people beating Song Tingfan, they immediately joined in the chaotic fight.
Don’t be fooled by the village’s usual discord; they unite in major matters.
After Zhou Ping had some people tie up the intruders, he asked Song’s second family, "What’s going on?"
Lin Qiao was about to speak when Song Tingfan did, "They’re from the brothel, wanting to take me away."
He’s not foolish; this matter must be reported for sister-in-law’s safety.
He wouldn’t say they were after his sister-in-law; she’s a woman, it would affect her reputation.
He’s not afraid.
Lin Qiao didn’t expect him to say that, momentarily stunned, with an indescribable feeling inside.
The crowd gasped, seemingly untroubled by doubt.
Such things happened years ago, but Madam of the brothel usually bribed with silver coins.
"My goodness, snatching people in broad daylight! Village chief, how can this be allowed? My grandson is only seven or eight!"
"Exactly, the brothel’s audacity is too great, coming into the village to abduct people."
"Can’t let this go, must report to the authorities!"
"Report to the authorities!"
After considering his grandson’s safety when playing in the village, Zhou Ping nodded, "Grab a few people and head to the county with me! Mr. Cheng, please write a complaint."
"Tingfan, come with me."
Song Tingfan nodded, and Lin Qiao couldn’t be at ease with him going to the county, "Uncle, I’m going too."
"No need, sister-in-law, I can do it." The young man stared at her with serious determination.
Song An’s face was pale, "I’ll go with Tingfan; is there no law left, snatching people in broad daylight!"
In the crowd, Li Guifen said to Lin Han, "You go too, keep an eye on Tingfan, these people are truly heartless."
"Of course I’m going, quickly go home and get me some silver coins." Lin Han thought of Song Tingfan not as a daughter but almost like a son.
Cheng Sheng’s carriage, Zhou’s donkey cart, all headed to the county.
Lin Qiao’s heart was in her throat, worried about Song Tingfan; what if the brothel people have connections with the government?
Song Qin didn’t understand why those men were here, Song Rong probably knew; they must be here for Lin Qiao.
He said, "Qiao’er, don’t be afraid."
Lin Qiao understood his meaning, feeling somewhat comforted, "With grandpa and uncle here, I’m not afraid."
At night, Li Guifen, presumably worried, came over with Lin Sheng to sleep at their place.
Lin Sheng slept in Song Tingfan’s room, Li Guifen squeezed into a room with Lin Qiao.
Li Guifen hadn’t shared a bed with her daughter in a long time, worried she might be uncomfortable, she planned to lay a grass mat on the floor and endure a night.
"Mom, sleep in the bed with me." Lin Qiao pulled her onto the bed, Li Guifen’s expression didn’t show much, but her slightly bent eyes revealed her joy.
Probably seeing her toss and turn unable to sleep, Li Guifen patted her arm, "Your dad is there, Tingfan will be fine."
Lin Qiao couldn’t quite explain what she was worried about, or maybe it was guilt, since Song Tingfan was covering for her.
After a moment of silence, she said, "Those people weren’t after uncle, they were after me."
"What!" Li Guifen sat up abruptly, urgently asking, "Why did they..."
Before finishing, she realized, knowing why the brothel snatches people, "Those damned scoundrels! I’d chop them up with my kitchen knife."
"Was falling into the water yesterday related to them, whether or not... doesn’t matter, don’t feel hopeless, dear, your dad and I will support you for life."
She comforted clumsily.
"No, I ran out."
Lin Qiao reached out, hugged her, nuzzled against her shoulder, whispered, "Mom, you’re so good."
The original body’s parents were truly good, so good it made her envious.
"Silly girl, I’m your mom, it’s my duty to be good to you; daughter, it’s our fault as parents, we shouldn’t have let you marry into the Song Family." Li Guifen felt overwhelming guilt and self-blame, also heartache.
The suffering her daughter endured was all created by them.
"I don’t regret marrying into the Song Family, and I’ve never blamed you or dad." Lin Qiao didn’t wish for the Lin couple to live under the burden of their daughter’s guilt; they had done more than enough.
Completely enough.
