Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 391 - 382: He Killed Someone in Front of Her, and She Was Afraid
Her voice was obviously trembling. Song Tingfan instinctively tightened his grip, wanting to retreat, but quickly restrained himself. Then he bent down and picked her up. "Close your eyes."
Without him saying it, Lin Qiao also wanted to close her eyes. The visual impact was too overwhelming. As she closed her eyes, steady footsteps continued to reach her ears. Soon, a strong light shone on her face. She leaned slightly towards his chest, and the faint smell of blood wafted into her nose.
The scene from just a moment ago replayed in her mind, a wave of nausea rising from within. She couldn’t help but open her eyes. "Put me down, I feel like vomiting."
Once he put her down, she quickly ran to the side of the road and started retching. Although nothing came up, it was still uncomfortable.
She thought having nightmares was enough to scare her, but compared to what she saw with her own eyes, it was like comparing a minor evil to a major one.
She knew without looking that her legs were shaking.
Seeing her discomfort, Song Tingfan wanted to lift his hand, but after thinking of something, he withdrew it and took two steps back, glancing at the bloodstains on the tips of his shoes.
He was too filthy...
He killed someone in front of her, she must be terrified of him...
She was afraid of him.
Once Lin Qiao calmed down, she started worrying about the crime. After all, two people were dead. If they were gone, the villagers would definitely report it to the authorities.
At that time, it would surely lead back to Song Tingfan.
"Let’s report it to the government, and when the time comes, don’t speak, let me handle it."
Make it sound serious anyway, since the people are dead, there’s no testimony needed.
As for reputation, it’s not something she cared about anymore.
Her face was a bit pale, and her worry was evident in her eyes. Song Tingfan’s gaze lifted slightly. She was worried about him.
The anxiety and unrest in his heart diminished considerably, and he said, "It’ll be alright."
Lin Qiao, of course, knew he would be fine. He had the ability to cover up these things, but it was completely unnecessary. If someone with intentions found out in the future, they could turn white into black, "Listen to me on this, we’ll report to the government..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was lifted into the air.
Soon, a man’s low voice sounded, "Alright, I’ll go later. Let me take you home first."
He paused for a moment, "Don’t go out alone anymore."
His obedient demeanor made Lin Qiao pause, staring at him directly. He still had that same stern appearance, but he seemed much more gentle now.
"I’ll go with you. If I don’t go, they probably won’t believe it."
"You’re not going." Song Tingfan’s tone was unwavering.
Lin Qiao was anxious, "I have to go. Don’t be stubborn about this. I know you’re capable, but there are many who want you dead... who want to catch you slipping."
"It won’t help if you go." Song Tingfan understood better than anyone that justice was bought with money and power; ordinary people had no right to live properly.
No right to survive.
Deserving to die.
His tone was quite calm, showing no disappointment, but somehow exuded a lack of trust in the world.
No, it was a lack of expectation.
Lin Qiao looked at him in a daze. Yes, if the government was useful, he wouldn’t be forced to hide everywhere.
Suddenly, she somewhat understood the mirror of his life back then.
No, not even a tenth of it.
She sighed inwardly, unwilling to add to his troubles, softly saying, "Then I’ll go home."
After the panic, maybe just at that moment, his hand accidentally touched the fiery pain on her back. She couldn’t help but move, "Put me down."
The man acted as if he hadn’t heard and held her tighter. She: "..."
She whispered, "It hurts on my back."
Upon hearing this, he paused and quickly put her down. He lifted his hand to undress her to examine it but soon realized they were outside, and he withdrew his hand.
Then he squatted down, "Get on."
"No need, I can walk by myself." Lin Qiao saw him still unmoving, so she finally compromised.
When they reached the fork in the road, a donkey cart soon arrived, full of village people, who kept sneaking glances at the two.
Lin Qiao was afraid they’d see the blood on Song Tingfan’s sleeve, and without thinking, she reached out to hold his hand.
His fingers twitched slightly at her touch, then tightened his grip on her hand. Lin Qiao gave him a glance, "....."
The others looked and felt disdainful. Xu Dagui’s wife wasn’t anything good, found herself a wild man and dared to show it off publicly, how shameless!
Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan acted as if they hadn’t noticed. The two villages weren’t far apart, and they got off the donkey cart in no time.
When they got home, the food was already prepared.
Lin Ling saw her and happily came over, "Mom."
Lin Qiao patted his head, "Good boy."
The heart Li Guifen had been carrying around all this time immediately settled, and her words slipped out without thinking, "If it weren’t for Ling’er saying you were in the next village, I’d have thought you were missing..."
"Gui Fen, I’m starving. Whatever you want to say, say it later."
Lin Han’s reminder made her realize the inappropriateness; she quickly changed the subject, "Hurry and wash up for dinner."
What a loose mouth she had, saying whatever she wanted!
She deserved a beating!
"You all eat first, I sweated a lot, need to change my clothes." Lin Qiao felt her clothes were likely sticking to her back wound, hurting slightly, and entered the house without saying much else.
As soon as she stepped in, so did Song Tingfan.
Thinking he’d also change clothes, she grabbed some and prepared to change in Lin Ling’s room. But seeing him standing there motionless, she said, "Go change your clothes too. I’ll do the wash later."
"Take off your clothes."
He suddenly said, and she didn’t react immediately. Seeing him take out the medicine bottle, she finally realized, "..."
She didn’t act coy because she couldn’t reach to clean it herself. Besides, the antagonist would just strip her down if needed.
She undid her clothes, leaving only a dudou. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Her back had a thick layer of scraped skin, the flesh and blood blurred but not too severe.
Song Tingfan frowned, his eyes darkened instantly, he shouldn’t have let those two go.
They got off easy.
"I’ll be gentle."
Thankfully Lin Qiao didn’t know what he was thinking, or she’d be terrified. The alcohol stung on the wound but was bearable.
She shook her head, "It’s okay, not painful."
Thinking back on the day’s events still made her anxious, even if not violated, she’d still rather die.
She was frustrated, even being so homely, someone had ill intentions.
Didn’t make sense.
Suddenly something loosened, she instinctively lowered her head, her dudou slackened. She quickly covered herself, "You..."
As soon as she spoke the first word, the antagonist explained, "Touched the wound."
The unfinished words she swallowed back bile, "..."
The heat on her earlobes soared, getting to the point where she couldn’t ignore it.
Why was she blushing!
So embarrassing.
Song Tingfan’s gaze brushed past her ear, hesitated for a moment, then moved away. After applying the medicine, he draped a clean robe over her, "No dudou anymore. I’ll bring the meal in." With that, he left, lightly closing the door.
Lin Qiao tucked in her clothes, suddenly sighing. If things kept on this way, never mind the fact that he was an antagonist, she might even like a murderer.
Alright, that was an exaggeration.
Life was too tough...
