Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 291 - 286: Getting Handsy Again
The person who arrived was none other than Song Tingfan, who hadn’t returned home last night. He looked towards Wei Yun, dressed in a light purple robe, who, though not strikingly handsome, was quite presentable.
She just likes the handsome ones.
This really isn’t fair to Lin Qiao, as she had no interest in Wei Yun.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, looked at the young woman, and said in a deep voice, "Qiao’er, why didn’t you invite them to sit at our house? We got married in a rush and didn’t get the chance to invite them; I’m really sorry.’
Lin Qiao: "..."
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
She used to be inarticulate, now she was rendered speechless.
She wondered what he was jealous about this time, as she hadn’t said a word to Wei Yun.
Even if they did speak, it was only about proper business matters.
Hearing this, both Manager Li and Wei Yun looked surprised, then turned to Lin Qiao. Manager Li tentatively asked, "Have you and Tingfan gotten married?"
"Yes, let’s go to the shop and sit for a bit. I’ll have someone cook a couple of dishes, and then we can talk." Song Tingfan naturally took hold of Lin Qiao’s hand.
Lin Qiao glanced at him and sensibly did not pull her hand away. She looked at Manager Li and Wei Yun and said, "Let’s go to the shop and talk business there."
Manager Li looked at Wei Yun, seeing that he said nothing, "Alright."
Wei Yun came to his senses and started walking ahead, his slightly pressed lips revealing his current displeasure, and Manager Li quickly followed.
Lin Qiao, following behind, wanted to withdraw her hand, but Song Tingfan held it tightly, so she gave up and walked with him.
The two didn’t speak a word on the way, and when they returned to the shop, Lin Qiao led Wei Yun and Manager Li to the back courtyard.
Wei Yun stated his purpose for coming, "Next month’s chrysanthemum viewing in Lunan City—people from the Capital’s Embroidery Workshop Bureau will all be there."
He paused for a moment, "If our Ruyi Workshop secures business from the workshop bureau, we will have a fifty percent chance to establish a foothold in the Capital."
"You should go with me." After speaking, he glanced at Song Tingfan from the corner of his eye.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Why Lunan City again?
She surreptitiously glanced at the man beside her, standing like a mountain; she didn’t need to think to know that if she agreed with Wei Yun now, the villain would "lose control" later.
Yet this matter couldn’t be refused; it was a proper business issue.
Being Widow Song is so difficult.
She braced herself and asked, "Which day?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she could clearly feel the atmosphere around her cool several degrees.
"The third, leaving on the twenty-eighth, and probably returning around the fifth or sixth," Wei Yun took a sip of tea.
Lin Qiao was initially going to say "Alright," but thought better of it, quickly changing her words, "Just so happens Tingfan is going, I’ll go with him, and we can meet there."
Though her words carried a coaxing tone, they didn’t appease the man beside her. His lips pressed into a straight line, and he wordlessly stepped into the inner room.
Seeing this, Lin Qiao unconsciously touched her nose, internally screaming, feeling it was too hard for her.
Such a melodramatic crappy plot.
After finishing her talk with Wei Yun, she called Jiang Ming to arrange seats for the two to eat. She then went inside to find Song Tingfan.
Inside
Song Tingfan was changing the bed sheets, his jaw set tight, clearly showing he was in a bad mood.
"Let’s go eat," Lin Qiao walked over to help hold the corner of the sheet, then glanced at him.
"Not hungry."
"..."
Lin Qiao was exasperated, patiently explaining, "Tingfan, it’s not what you think. I agreed to go to Lunan City for business reasons, it has nothing to do with Wei Yun."
Song Tingfan knew the situation but was overwhelmed by jealousy and couldn’t remain rational.
He had thought it through all night. He figured he’d comply with her desires for now, and if in the future she wanted to come, she could come.
If not, he’d ride back to see her.
But she agreed with another man.
He mumbled with a trace of anger, "He asked, and you agreed."
"I would have gone to Lunan City even if he hadn’t asked, I promised you I’d go," Lin Qiao said, with a hint of coaxing, but sincerely.
If she didn’t go, both families would feel uneasy.
"Really?" Song Tingfan pursed his lips, somewhat incredulous.
This was like before, needing repeated assurance about one thing. Lin Qiao patiently nodded, "Why would I lie to you?"
As soon as the words fell, someone wrapped a long arm around her waist, gently pulling her into a sturdy chest.
Inhaling the familiar scent, she: "..."
Here we go again, touching her.
Forget it, let’s soothe him.
She didn’t struggle, and the man’s gloominess dissipated, replaced by unspeakable joy. He tightened his grip a little, sincerely stating, "If you don’t want to go, then don’t; I’ll hurry back to see you in the future."
"I can get there in a night by horse."
His concession left Lin Qiao with complicated feelings, sighing internally at how his heart was as soft as cotton.
No wonder her thoughts...
Have also strayed...
Thinking about it, she almost wished someone would come and knock some sense into her. She had sworn she would treat him like a kid, but now...
She was blinded by his looks.
"Ah Ye and Ah Nai are old now; moving to Lunan City would bring them closer to you."
The Song Qin couple weren’t in grave health but undeniably had aged, and Song An’s hands shook while eating these days.
Song Tingfan naturally understood this, but didn’t want to put her in a difficult position. Seeing her eyes red yesterday, he felt bad too, "I’ll come back often."
The hug was getting too long, Lin Qiao felt a bit breathless, and patted his back to signal him to let go. She blinked, "The luggage is already packed."
"Do you not want us to go? If you really don’t, I’ll unpack it."
Song Tingfan released her, hesitated at her last words, and muffled, "I want to go, just afraid you don’t want to."
"Then I won’t go."
After Lin Qiao said that, she saw his lips involuntarily tighten, proving the villain’s words didn’t match his feelings.
She decided not to tease him further, "Go eat, and after we can go home and pack; Ah Nai’s health isn’t good, they can’t handle a fast carriage." After saying this, she left without waiting for a response.
Song Tingfan grinned and then swiftly followed.
Jiang Ming was carrying a medicine bowl, about to bring it into the inner room when he saw the two coming out, "Boss, your medicine is ready."
"Thank you," Lin Qiao reached out to take it.
Next to her, Song Tingfan’s expression changed, anxiously asked, "Are you sick? What’s wrong?"
Before Lin Qiao could speak, he continued, "We should go see the doctor."
"I’ve seen already, it’s nothing serious, just didn’t sleep well last night."
Lin Qiao spilled the words as soon as she opened her mouth, then regretted it. What did she mean by not sleeping well last night?
It sounded like she couldn’t sleep well because he wasn’t there.
Song Tingfan instinctively thought of not coming back last night and upsetting her. He wanted to say something, glanced at Jiang Ming, and didn’t.
Despite Lin Qiao saying there was no need, Song Tingfan still insisted on going to the pharmacy, only feeling relieved after the doctor confirmed nothing was wrong.
Originally planning to leave today, the back-and-forth took time, so they planned to leave early the next morning.
...
The night was a bit stuffy, Lin Qiao sat in the courtyard enjoying the cool breeze, one hand fanning herself, the other gazing at the starry sky with a hanging crescent moon.
"Not asleep yet?"
A deep voice sounded, coming from afar and getting closer.
Lin Qiao turned to look, vaguely making out a tall figure in the dark. Soon he walked closer, his slightly damp hair hanging behind, with his hair down his features softened somewhat.
"I’ll sit for a while and then head in, you go in first."
