Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 211 - 206: No Real Marital Status with Song Tingyi
Mrs. Fan was too embarrassed to follow them back to the village, she shook her head, "I’ll leave tomorrow."
"Aunt Fan, where can you go like this? Listen to my daughter and come back to the village with me. Although we don’t have fancy food, at least you can eat your fill." Initially, Li Guifen wasn’t too keen on her daughter taking her in, but people have hearts. Watching her, at her age, go out to beg was really unbearable.
Fortunately, it wasn’t during a famine.
Mrs. Fan wiped her eyes, "Really, there’s no need. I’m used to living in the alley."
She was a woman with a hard life, losing her son in her early years and then her husband in her middle age.
Lin Qiao comfortingly patted her back and found an excuse, "Granny, don’t overthink it, okay? I’m asking you to help take care of my grandpa and grandma by going back."
After talking for a while, Mrs. Fan finally agreed to go back to the village with Li Guifen.
...
Today wasn’t a market day, so there weren’t many people around. In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Qiao arrived at the carpenter’s shop at the head of East Street.
A few days ago, she had ordered quite a few things here, so the boss recognized her and greeted her with a smile, "Are you here to ask about the door? It’s not ready yet, but it will be in the afternoon. I’ll have it delivered to you then."
Lin Qiao nodded, "I also want to buy another bed."
"Oh, what kind of bed?"
"Something simple will do."
"I have a newly made wooden bed here. Take a look and see if it works for you."
...
After spending some time at the carpenter’s shop, Lin Qiao went to the fabric store. Mrs. Liu Xu seemed to have something to say to her and pulled her into the back room.
"I know where your third uncle is."
"Where?" Lin Qiao felt she had been wronged and wouldn’t let Song Ming and his wife off the hook.
Originally, the Ruyi Shop in the county would have helped her, but after the last fallout, they naturally wouldn’t care about her business anymore.
The government certainly wouldn’t get involved either.
"They’re in the neighboring county. I don’t know where they’re staying, but your third uncle has been to that kind of place several times." Mrs. Liu Xu said in a low voice.
Song Ming was really a "character," spending the silver coins from selling his niece-in-law in the brothel. Lin Qiao pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Boss, could you do me a favor?"
"Just say it." Mrs. Liu Xu had felt indebted to her for a while and didn’t know how to repay her.
"I want you to find someone to strip Song Ming of his wealth." Lin Qiao was never a kind person; she only knew that kind people get bullied.
As for the "person" she referred to, Mrs. Liu Xu naturally understood who it was and gave her a surprised look. But after thinking it over, it was how Song Ming deserved to be treated. "I do know a few people. This isn’t difficult."
"Good, I’ll bring you the silver coins tomorrow." Lin Qiao knew that hiring someone required money, especially the kind of women who lived for money.
"Who wants your silver coins? Someone owes me a favor from years ago; if I ask her, she definitely won’t charge you."
Mrs. Liu Xu pretended to be angry and glared at her. Then, with a smile, she continued, "I was worried you were too mild. Now it seems I worried for nothing. This is better. After all, you shoulder all the burdens of your family."
"Yes, if I don’t toughen up, everyone will bully us." Lin Qiao smiled.
Mrs. Liu Xu nodded in agreement, then suddenly thought of something and said with a grin, "I’ve found someone for you again. He’s a distant relative of mine, about five years older than you. He lost his wife a few years ago. He’s quite good-looking, maybe three or four times better looking than your little uncle, and he’s a tall man.
"Even though he’s a farmer, he owns seven or eight acres of land and has a solid family background. If you marry him, I can guarantee you’ll have a good life."
Another matchmaking attempt. Lin Qiao’s ears were getting calloused from hearing about it. Half-jokingly, she said, "Boss, spare me, please."
Mrs. Liu Xu laughed, "Don’t take your own affairs lightly. It’s much easier to find a man than to live by yourself."
"I’ll consider it after my little uncle gets married." Lin Qiao blinked.
"You’re such a good sister-in-law, always thinking of your little uncle. From what I see, it would be best if you married your little uncle." Though Mrs. Liu Xu was joking, she truly thought it would be a good match.
Having heard this before, Lin Qiao was both amused and exasperated, waving her hand repeatedly, "Boss, please don’t say that."
She could never marry a thirteen-year-old child.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu Xu didn’t continue. Lin Qiao bought two sets of bedding and went back.
Just as she reached the shop, the carpenter’s shop delivered the bed. They assembled it for a while before leaving.
Lin Qiao cleaned up the mess, using a broom to sweep away the wood shavings. Since it wasn’t busy downstairs, Li Guifen came up to help, spreading straw mats on the bed while glancing at her daughter on the side.
She cleared her throat, "Daughter, have you thought about the matchmaking I mentioned?"
Here we go again with matchmaking...
Lin Qiao: "..."
She was relatively polite, "Let’s talk about it later."
Li Guifen acknowledged with an "oh," "Tingfan is really capable. I see him doing everything without complaining about the hardship, whoever marries him in the future will surely have a good life."
Lin Qiao naturally didn’t catch onto the implication in her words. After thinking for a moment, she earnestly agreed, "My little uncle is really capable."
Li Guifen nervously touched the tip of her nose and tentatively said, "Ahem, why not marry Tingfan? You know each other well."
"What did you say?" Lin Qiao thought she must have misheard. Did Li Guifen just propose she marries the villain?
Having opened her mouth once, it was easier to do it the second time. Li Guifen repeated, "Why not marry Tingfan?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
Suddenly, she choked on her own saliva, "Cough, cough, cough..."
Li Guifen hurried over to pat her back, "Daughter, what’s wrong?"
Once she recovered, Lin Qiao earnestly said to her, "Mom, if you want me to live a long life, don’t have such thoughts."
Her life was not to be toyed with by the villain.
At most, she could break free from the villain in ten years to live her carefree life.
If they became a couple, she’d probably die restlessly, worried even in the coffin that he’d whip her corpse.
She absolutely would not cross beyond the sister-in-law relationship with Song Tingfan.
Moreover, she’s just a female cannon fodder; the female protagonist’s scenes should be acted by the female protagonist herself.
"Phooey, phooey, phooey! Never mind the talk of living or not living."
Li Guifen didn’t expect her daughter to reject so firmly. Thinking she was worried about what others might say, she added, "You and Tingfan’s brother were never really husband and wife, and you didn’t register the marriage with the government. Even if people talk, they can’t say much."
Indeed, to marry, two people must register with the government, but many couples in the village didn’t do so. As long as both families held a banquet, they were considered married.
At the time, Song Tingyi was in poor health, so there was no banquet, but the Song Family distributed wedding candies to every household, which was equivalent to holding a banquet.
Lin Qiao was slightly surprised, "So you’re saying I wasn’t actually considered married to Song Tingyi?"
Unexpectedly, she was a fake widow, feeling a bit delighted.
After all, no one would like being a widow who’s lost her husband.
Seeing her a bit delighted, Li Guifen feared she might entertain other bizarre ideas and quickly added, "But you are married to the Song Family, so don’t think of doing anything unpredictable!"
"I won’t do anything rash." Although knowing she wasn’t considered legally married to Song Tingyi, Lin Qiao still had to fulfill her duties as a sister-in-law to the villain since her life was in his hands.
She suddenly thought of something, "Does Little Uncle know about this?"
