Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 316 - 311: Any Signs in Your Belly?

Kitchen

Lin Qiao glanced outside and didn’t see the two anymore, "Did you chase them away?"

"They were full." Song Tingfan’s expression remained unchanged.

Lin Qiao didn’t expose him. After she finished making the last bowl of cold noodles, she took the dough and pinched off small pieces to cook.

The woman’s profile was gentle, her gaze focused. The steam was rising, slightly obscuring her face, which made her look very pretty.

Song Tingfan watched her intently, paying no mind to the situation in the kitchen. Lin Qiao found it hard to ignore him and gently nudged him with an elbow.

Song Tingfan chuckled, "I’m heading out for a bit, cook some more."

"Where are you going?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Out for a walk."

"..."

Lin Qiao didn’t believe he was just going for a walk, but seeing that he didn’t want to explain, she didn’t press further.

Inn

A middle-aged couple each carried a large basket, filled with things. The woman looked around, "I don’t see Tingfan."

"Did we come to the wrong place?" The man looked around the unfamiliar place, unable to tell directions.

The couple felt slightly awkward, as they rarely came to town.

Soon, they spotted a familiar figure. The woman shouted loudly, "Tingfan."

Many people glanced over, but quickly returned to what they were doing.

"Dad, Mom, sorry about that. I got held up at the store and came late." Song Tingfan took the basket from Li Guifen and carried it on his back.

Li Guifen smiled warmly, "We just arrived and thought we came to the wrong place. Where is Qiao’er?"

"She doesn’t know you were coming." Song Tingfan motioned for them to walk under the eaves.

"Oh, oh, even if you hadn’t written to us, we were planning to come visit. Is everything alright here?"

"Pretty good."

...

At first glance, Lin Qiao thought she was seeing things when she saw Li Guifen and Lin Han. It was after the second look that she confirmed it was really them, then inexplicably felt happy, "Dad, Mom, why did you come without sending a letter beforehand?"

"Tingfan wrote us a letter to come." Li Guifen looked her daughter up and down, seeing her rosy complexion and a bit fuller, deduced she was doing well.

She felt relieved and happy at the same time.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao glanced at Song Tingfan, feeling a warmth in her heart, "Come sit down, you must be tired and hungry, have some dumplings to fill up your stomach first."

"Daughter, I would like two taels of wine." Lin Han, being a farmer, had no other hobbies besides enjoying a few drinks.

Li Guifen gave him a look, "Can’t control your craving for alcohol."

Though she chided, she didn’t stop him, "Daughter, where’s the wine? I’ll pour some for your dad."

"Mom, I’ll go."

Song Tingfan brought over a jug of wine and poured a glass for Lin Han. Lin Han took a sip, his brows unfurled, "The wine from my son-in-law tastes better."

"Come, Tingfan, let’s have a drink together."

"Sure." Song Tingfan sat beside him, toasting with him.

Li Guifen worried about her son-in-law getting drunk, "Just a little is enough."

"Mom, let Dad drink." Lin Qiao signaled the waiter to bring over a plate of peanuts as a snack, then stopped paying attention to the two men, eating dumplings with Li Guifen instead.

After the two finished eating, the men were still drinking. Lin Qiao had things to do in the kitchen, so she didn’t stay, "Mom, are you tired? If so, take a rest in the inner room."

"I’m not tired. Anything I can help with?"

"Not much, please rest."

"Not resting, not resting, let’s go, why are you being so polite to me, daughter!"

Before long, Lin Qiao realized that under the guise of helping, Li Guifen was actually probing if she had shared a room with Song Tingfan.

"Daughter, how are things with Tingfan? Have you two, well, you know..." Li Guifen asked quietly while washing dishes.

Lin Qiao: "..."

She felt helpless but amused, "Yes, we have."

"Really? When did it happen? Is Tingfan okay?" Li Guifen pressed further with three consecutive questions.

Lin Qiao could hold it in with the first two questions, but the last made her mouth twitch.

Song Tingfan’s vigor could only be described as exceptionally robust.

She coughed, "Uh-huh-uh-huh."

Li Guifen thought she was too shy to say directly, "Uh-huh-uh-huh, what does that mean? Don’t be shy, there’s nothing to be ashamed of talking to your mom—can he or can’t he?"

Lin Qiao: "..."

Her feelings for Li Guifen vanished into thin air at this moment.

To prevent her from babbling on, she blurted, "He’s fine, totally fine, having seven or eight kids won’t be a problem."

Li Guifen: "..."

"You silly girl, saying something like this, it’s fine to say it in front of me, but don’t say it in front of Tingfan, or he’ll think you’re not serious."

Lin Qiao: "..."

She asked first, so she answered!

Who exactly isn’t serious?

She was about to say something when she caught sight of the man behind Li Guifen, seemingly standing there for a while.

Her brows twitched, what had she said just now?

Li Guifen still hadn’t realized and continued, "So, any movement in your belly? The first time your father and I shared a room, I got pregnant with your big brother."

Lin Qiao wished she could find a hole to crawl into, "Mom, stop it." She gestured with her eyes.

"What’s wrong?" Li Guifen turned around to look and was startled, her face turning a deep shade of red.

These things were fine to talk about with her daughter, but it was quite embarrassing to be overheard by her son-in-law.

Song Tingfan came in to get a pair of chopsticks and then left.

Li Guifen patted her chest, "You, daughter, when Tingfan came, you didn’t give me a heads-up, now I can’t face him."

"It’s because you kept on talking." Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh.

"I didn’t say much, really. You’re young, having a child is easy." Li Guifen gave her a glance.

"Alright, alright, try to have seven or eight grandchildren for you by tomorrow."

"...Daughter, you’re just like your dad, I don’t know what Tingfan sees in you."

"..."

If she kept talking with Li Guifen, Lin Qiao felt like she would ascend on the spot, so she dashed out of the kitchen.

Song Tingfan, who’d been drinking, saw her heading towards the accountant, and couldn’t help but smile softly.

Lin Han followed his gaze for a moment, "Tingfan, isn’t Qiao’er quite good? At first, your aunt and I had some selfish motives, but we didn’t mean any harm."

"Qiao’er may seem cold on the outside, but she’s actually very soft-hearted."

Song Tingfan shook his head, "No, it’s not that."

Not that? Isn’t the daughter good?

Lin Han became alert, just about to ask what wasn’t good, when he heard him say, "Dad, Qiao’er is the best person I’ve met in my life."

If not for her, there wouldn’t be him.

Lin Han was momentarily stunned, then broke into a wide smile, "Good, you two should just understand each other more, and the days will likely be good."

"I heard from your mom that you two haven’t shared a room yet? In matters like these, don’t be too refined, ahem, show some masculinity, Qiao’er won’t get mad."

"We already have." Song Tingfan nodded straightforwardly.

Hearing this, Lin Han breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you’re happy together, no wonder you two seem to be getting along much better."

He paused, "Ahem," clearing his throat, "How long has it been, any signs of something yet?"

"We haven’t checked the pulse yet."

Song Tingfan estimated in his mind it’d been over a month, time to have a doctor check it out.

It should be.