Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 216 - 211: Why... Why Are They Hugging?

Zhou Tiedan scratched his head and whispered, "I didn’t annoy your wife, did I?"

Seeing Song Tingfan staring at him, he quickly nodded, "I won’t annoy her in the future, just give me more to choose from."

After a while, Mrs. Xue’s eyes fell on Zhou Tiedan’s full bowl of cold noodles. She glanced at Lin Qiao, seeing she wasn’t paying attention, and said, "Give me half, and I’ll have your brother take you egg hunting when we get home."

"My brother won’t take me egg hunting, he’ll hit me." Zhou Tiedan wasn’t going to be fooled, and in front of her, he picked up a huge chopstick of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mrs. Xue: "..."

She whispered, "If you don’t give it to me, I’ll have your big brother hit you."

Zhou Tiedan: "..."

His big brother listened to his big sister-in-law the most and would definitely hit him.

Reluctantly, he picked up two chopsticks full and gave them to her, dissatisfied, "I wish Madam Tingfan was my sister-in-law."

"I’ll buy you a bun later," Mrs. Xue said, picking up a chopstick of cold noodles and stuffing it into her mouth.

"Buy me a cake."

"It’s too expensive."

"I’m mad, I’m not talking to you anymore."

"Buy buy buy! I’ll use my private money to get it for you."

"I want three, or I’ll tell big brother you have private money."

"..."

While these two were disputing over food, the other "uncle and sister-in-law" were too busy to say a word.

After the Zhou Family’s duo left, Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan finally took a break, and Mrs. Wang Tan finished tidying up and went home to eat lunch.

Originally, meals were provided, but Mrs. Wang Tan wanted to go home at noon to be with her grandson.

There was some cold rice left over from the morning; Lin Qiao steamed it and started washing vegetables. Suddenly she remembered something, "Little uncle, go and get the bun down to steam."

"Okay." Song Tingfan took three steps as if they were one and quickly went up to the attic, then came back down in a few steps.

Lin Qiao gave him a glance, "Don’t come downstairs like that, be careful not to fall." She said as she took the bun he handed her and put it in the steamer.

"Alright." Song Tingfan looked like he knew he was wrong.

At that moment, a man wearing a vest with a bare chest shouted, "Little lady, five cakes please."

This person often came to buy, oily-mouthed and frivolous, and Lin Qiao didn’t like him much. But she wasn’t about to turn away business, and before she could speak, Song Tingfan responded, "Coming."

He went over and packed five cakes, "Twenty-five cents."

The man didn’t pay, just looked inside the shop, and said offhandedly, "Why doesn’t the little lady come out to show her face? I’ve been thinking about you a lot."

Lin Qiao pretended not to hear, and Song Tingfan pulled back the cakes, sternly saying, "Not selling."

The man was taken aback, a bit unhappy, "Coming here to buy from you should make you appreciate me. What are you putting on airs for? Isn’t she here to attract customers?"

The young man was infuriated by this and raised his hand to hit him, but the young woman quickly grabbed his wrist, signaling him not to get angry.

She then chuckled softly, "Not everyone meets my standards. For instance, I have no interest in you whatsoever."

Here, the men were macho and felt it humiliating to be rejected by women. "Pfft, I wouldn’t want you either. Who knows which man you’re fooling around with at night."

"You’re talking nonsense! My sister-in-law is pure and innocent!" Song Tingfan wanted desperately to bash his mouth in.

"Pure and innocent? Ha, who knows how many times you two have fooled around. Tell us, how does it feel, isn’t it exhilarating?" The man, being a rough person, spoke such words easily.

The couple from the Qin Family next door saw the commotion. Qin Qiang spoke up for the pair, "Watch your mouth. They’re running a legitimate business, not stealing or robbing."

"Exactly, don’t spew nonsense. The town isn’t big, we see each other all the time," said Mrs. Qin Li, glaring at the troublemaker at the door.

She had experienced this kind of situation too, so she understood the grievance.

As soon as she spoke, she saw Lin Qiao grab a small kitchen knife and aim it at the man, startling her into a shout, "Madam Tingfan, don’t be impulsive."

Fearing for her own safety, she didn’t dare to intervene.

Lin Qiao wasn’t fazed by the man’s words, but that didn’t mean she would let him talk freely. Holding the knife, she said, "Either slap yourself or I’ll chop you up and pay with my life."

Why were these people so malicious towards widows? It’s hard enough for them to survive as it is.

The onlookers gasped and stepped back, afraid of being hit by the knife themselves.

The man’s eyes flickered with fear but he tried to stay calm, daring her, "You think I’m scared? Go ahead, I’m standing here, don’t move, let you chop."

Song Tingfan clenched his hand into a fist, just as Lin Qiao raised the knife neatly and swung it toward him, prompting screams from the crowd.

Beside her, Song Tingfan was shocked, his face turning pale. He wasn’t scared that his sister-in-law would kill someone, he was scared she would pay with her life if she did.

Suddenly, there was a plop. The man was frightened and knelt on the ground, slapping his own face several times before scrambling up and fleeing in panic.

Lin Qiao curled her lips in disdain. She thought he truly wasn’t afraid of death!

She then tossed the knife aside and turned to meet the young man’s red eyes.

Cough, oh no, she scared the child.

Glancing at the spectators, she pulled Song Tingfan to the attic, soothing him gently, "Little uncle, don’t be scared. I was just bluffing, wouldn’t really chop him."

She felt an explanation was necessary so the child wouldn’t be afraid of her.

Song Tingfan stared at her intently, lips pursed tight.

Seeing him silent, Lin Qiao was about to speak again when suddenly he enveloped her in a strong embrace, leaving her stunned.

Not a bit of performance in it.

Where did this scene of the antagonist hugging her come from, it wasn’t in the script...

"Sister-in-law, don’t do that again," the young man said hoarsely beside her ear, seemingly filled with uneasy fear.

It took Lin Qiao a while to recover, inexplicably feeling her cheeks grow warm, awkwardly patting his back, "Cough, alright, I won’t do it again."

The embrace made this old lady a bit shy.

Yet she understood Song Tingfan hugged her out of fear and insecurity.

She needed to be kinder to him, mending the shadows in his heart.

"My girl, are you okay..." Just climbing the stairs, Li Guifen saw the man and woman embracing, her mouth gaping like an egg.

She couldn’t believe what she saw.

"Why are you standing there, hurry up and check! Is our girl alright?"

Behind her, Lin Han, worried about his daughter, squeezed in hurriedly. After seeing the scene in the attic, he staggered, almost falling, and quickly went down the stairs.

Li Guifen followed down promptly.

The two exchanged a look, so shocked they were momentarily speechless.

Didn’t their daughter say she didn’t like Tingfan? How... how... how did they end up hugging? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

In the attic, both Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao were stunned. Song Tingfan realized belatedly what he had done, quickly releasing his hold, looking guilty, "I... I..."

He wanted to explain but didn’t know how.

Just now, he had just been anxious.

Like when his parents and big brother left, no matter how he called, they never got up again.

They ended up buried beneath the yellow earth, not saying another word to him.

Lin Qiao could imagine what Lin Family’s couple was thinking at this moment, "..."

She comforted the stuttering young man, "It’s alright, don’t be afraid, I won’t abandon you."