Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 302 - 297: Forced to Use Seduction After All
Qin Dewen appeared approachable, not at all like a general, "No need outside, spending time with family?"
Song Tingfan nodded.
Qin Dewen had already heard from his subordinates that Song Tingfan’s wife was a rare beauty. He originally thought it was an exaggeration, but now seeing her, it wasn’t fake at all.
"Alright, you two take your time, I’m leaving."
After he left, Lin Qiao tentatively asked Song Tingfan, "Is he a general?"
"Yes, he’s very powerful. He’s never lost a battle." Song Tingfan spoke with a hint of admiration.
One can’t help but be powerful if one succeeds in rebellion. Lin Qiao thought of how the antagonist in her dream was cursed endlessly after his rebellion, from his ancestors to unborn children.
She was anxious.
Before she could make sense of the past, the future plot unfolded.
...
From eating noodles to going home, Song Tingfan noticed Lin Qiao was distracted the entire time. He frowned slightly, "What’s bothering you?"
The woman seemed deep in thought, completely oblivious to his words.
"Qiao’er? Qiao’er?"
It wasn’t until he called her for the second time that Lin Qiao returned to her senses, "What’s wrong?"
"Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No, I’m just tired from walking."
"Then take a nap."
"Sleep with me for a bit."
Lin Qiao urgently wanted to know the relationship between Song Tingfan and Qin Dewen, hoping it wasn’t too late.
She was somewhat frustrated, thinking how this damned plot was always a dead end or another!
Might as well let thunder strike her dead.
Unaware of her thoughts, Song Tingfan, surprised by her words, quickly nodded with delight, "Alright."
As soon as he laid down, she moved closer, "Tingfan, tell me about your time at the military camp."
The unique fragrance of a woman drifted into his nose, making him stiffen, his body naturally reacting.
His gaze burned with intensity, "What do you want to hear?"
Preoccupied with the inquiry, Lin Qiao didn’t notice his strangeness, "Tell me about your general. Didn’t you say he’s very powerful? Is he as formidable as the stories portray?"
"Not as exaggerated as the stories, but definitely formidable. I haven’t interacted much with him, but I heard he joined the army at thirteen and climbed his way up without connections." Song Tingfan’s voice grew softer, seemingly suppressing something.
Hearing ’not much interaction,’ Lin Qiao’s eyes lit up slightly but quickly returned to normal, "You don’t often interact with him?"
"I’m just a vice general, I meet him occasionally." Song Tingfan in Lunan City wasn’t as valued as he was in Lanzhou; the vice general intentionally suppressed him, probably because he took his subordinate’s position.
It meant he wasn’t yet qualified to interact with Qin Dewen. Lin Qiao relaxed a bit, but she worried that if Song Tingfan stayed long enough, he’d likely get promoted.
Sooner or later, he’d come into contact.
She paused for a moment, "Tingfan, can you still return to Lanzhou?"
"Not for now."
If this were a regular conversation, Song Tingfan might overthink it, but now his attention was fully on her.
Lin Qiao gave a soft "Oh," hesitated, then gently warned him, "Tingfan, interact less with your general."
Meeting his puzzled gaze, she fibbed with slight fear, "I feel he looks fierce, surely imposes strict punishments."
Hearing this, Song Tingfan chuckled, "Strictness in the camp is good, don’t worry, I’m fine."
He seemed to quite like Qin Dewen.
This couldn’t be allowed.
No, absolutely not.
Lin Qiao unconsciously moved closer, fixing her eyes on him with an air of insistence that he had to agree, or she’d keep staring, "I just worry, Tingfan, will you promise me?"
This wasn’t something to joke about; one person’s rebellion could bring disaster upon the whole family.
Exterminate nine generations.
At that time, even if she wanted to escape, she couldn’t.
The woman’s lips glistened with a hint of moisture as she licked them. Song Tingfan’s throat bobbed.
He hesitated briefly before leaning in to gently capture her lips.
Lin Qiao froze momentarily, instinctively wanting to push him away, but then recalling something, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him.
In the end, she had to resort to using her charms.
Her sudden move made Song Tingfan pause before flipping over to pin her beneath him, kissing her forcefully.
When she felt hands undoing her clothes, Lin Qiao jolted and quickly grabbed his hand, "Tingfan, I’m on my period."
She wasn’t lying; her period had indeed arrived.
Luckily her period came, or else there wouldn’t have been an exit today.
The man didn’t respond immediately, panting heavily several times before speaking in a voice thick with desire, "Alright."
But he didn’t release her, loosening her waistband instead, his hands slowly covering her...
Lin Qiao felt the mental string in her head snap, irreparably so.
Now it was truly over.
Although it still didn’t amount to becoming fully intimate, it was close enough.
After collecting herself, Lin Qiao, cheeks flushed, clutched at her collar, seizing the opportunity to whisper in his ear, "Tingfan, will you promise me?"
"Alright." Song Tingfan’s black pupils reflected the woman’s flushed cheeks.
Lin Qiao really trusted him, and she extended her hand seriously, "Pinky swear."
"Pinky swear." Song Tingfan contentedly extended his hand for the pinky swear.
...
The next day, at the military camp, after 5 a.m.
In the vast archery range, several soldiers were practicing as they glimpsed the sight.
Two men practiced archery while whispering, "Look at Vice General Song, his smile hasn’t left his face today."
"Heh heh, must have slept well last night."
"No need to say, even without a brain one could guess it."
Distracted by the conversation, an arrow was shot astray, "Oh no, oh no, I missed the target."
As soon as he spoke, a man’s stern voice echoed, "Gao Qiang, step forward."
"Yes." Gao Qiang braced himself and stepped forward, trembling slightly under Vice General Song’s fierce gaze.
The tall man approached him, his voice demanding and intimidating, "Why did you miss the target? Speak!"
"Reporting to Vice General Song, I was momentarily distracted."
"Momentarily distracted? Hmm? You better confess truthfully, or face military discipline."
Gao Qiang felt bitter, but had no choice but to confess, "Reporting to Vice General Song, I just found it strange seeing you smile, so I looked a few more times."
Instantly, a soldier couldn’t hold back a laugh, quickly followed by a chorus of chuckles.
Song Tingfan’s piercing gaze silenced the laughter immediately, and he pursed his lips, sternly reprimanding, "Strange? What’s so strange about it? If you were distracted by a smile on the battlefield, you’d be dead by now!"
"I’ve said I don’t care what you do in private, but in the military camp, you better hold it all in!"
"Gao Qiang, if you don’t hit a hundred targets today, you won’t get to eat."
"Yes."
From the distant high platform, two men observed, the square-faced middle-aged man looked somewhat approving, the youngest among them but utterly composed when reprimanding, "Young yet stable, quite a talent, no wonder he wrote to me to give him special attention."
"Xu Bo, what’s to be kept, keep it."
Beside him was Vice General Xu Bo, understanding the general’s intention not to suppress him.
Despite feeling disgruntled internally, she still respectfully responded, "Alright."
