Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 68 - 63: The Good Sister-in-law Facade Collapses
Lin Qiao didn’t take his words to heart and handed him a warm meat pie, "Hungry, right? After frying it, let’s make some dumplings to eat."
Song Tingfan took a bite, eating while watching her. After finishing, he said, "Sister-in-law, I just sold a snake and a wild rabbit and got ninety-one cents."
Hearing that he also sold a snake and a rabbit, Lin Qiao glanced at him curiously and said, "Little Uncle, what did you put in the hunting pit?"
"A dead field mouse." Song Tingfan put down the prey and took out the Copper Coins from his chest, obediently handing them to her.
Lin Qiao didn’t hold out her hand to take them and didn’t want them, "Little Uncle, you keep them yourself, buying things will be more convenient."
Sigh, for example, you could buy some candy for a village girl.
She refused, and Song Tingfan felt a bit gloomy, the joy from selling things was gone.
Why doesn’t Sister-in-law want the Copper Coins he gave?
"Sister-in-law, I don’t buy things."
He stubbornly put them on the stove, not taking even one cent.
He then took the prey to the yard to process them.
Lin Qiao naturally noticed he was unhappy and was a bit puzzled. Letting him keep the Silver Coins, he should be happy, right?
And he should think she’s a good sister-in-law.
"..."
The antagonist has been hard to figure out lately.
She thought for a while, couldn’t understand, and temporarily put it aside.
Forty dumplings were delivered to the Lin Family, carried by Song Tingfan, and he came back with a basket of vegetables.
It’s easy to guess it was Li Guifen.
Lin Qiao looked under the basket and sure enough, there were other things, including ten eggs.
No wonder the original body’s elder sisters-in-law held grudges against her; Li Guifen was indeed too good to her daughter.
Everyone would feel a bit dissatisfied.
Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "Sister-in-law, I didn’t know there were eggs inside, I..."
"Why are you anxious, Sister-in-law didn’t blame you." Lin Qiao interrupted him with a smile and seriously said, "Little Uncle, are you still afraid of Sister-in-law?"
"I am not afraid." Song Tingfan shook his head without thinking.
"If you’re not afraid, don’t explain, Sister-in-law trusts Little Uncle, trusts you all the time."
Of course, there was some falsehood in Lin Qiao’s words, sigh, she wasn’t dumb, this is the antagonist, who dares to trust the antagonist unconditionally!
The young man hesitated for a moment, his eyes clear and bright, reflecting the young woman’s face, sincerely asking, "Sister-in-law, really?"
He wanted to confirm what his sister-in-law sometimes said once more, to firmly keep it in his heart after confirming.
Feeling a bit guilty, Lin Qiao hummed, "Little Uncle, have some dumplings."
After eating, Song Tingfan went to wash the dishes, and Lin Qiao started brainstorming about the cloth shop, drawing on the ground with a thin twig, sketching the attire style she wore when acting as a noble girl in a Qing palace drama.
This drama had high production values, and the costumes were all handmade, taking over three months just to prepare the wardrobe.
At the time, she even joked with her assistant, saying these costumes were worth more than her pay.
Oh, she was just a fairly popular bit player back then, earning a thousand per episode in the Qing palace drama, playing a proud and unrequited love-struck noble girl.
This drama made her famous overnight, mainly because her looks were too striking; her skin was very fair, and throughout the drama, she seemed to have a filter on.
The initial Qing palace drama cover didn’t feature her image, but later it was added forcefully.
A large number of netizens commented that the male lead must be oblivious to what’s good.
When Song Tingfan finished washing the dishes and came out, he saw her drawing on the ground. Only when he got closer did he see that she seemed to be drawing clothes. Although curious, he stood by and said nothing.
After a quarter of an hour, she put down the branch, glanced at Song Tingfan beside her, and seeing him watching intently, teased him intentionally, "Little Uncle, do you think these clothes look good?"
"They look good." Song Tingfan nodded.
Lin Qiao burst out laughing, "Little Uncle, now you’ve learned to flatter your sister-in-law!"
Drawn on the ground with a branch, it was hardly clear, and really crooked, not good-looking at all.
"Sister-in-law, they really look good." Song Tingfan nodded earnestly.
He wasn’t lying.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Recalling the words he wrote, she understood.
"Little Uncle, come inside with me."
Song Tingfan was taken aback but followed her obediently into his room.
Lin Qiao went to the corner of his room, reached into the basket, and pulled out several bamboo baskets. Song Tingfan’s face showed panic, "Sister-in-law..."
"Little Uncle, staying up at night making bamboo baskets?" Lin Qiao said seriously.
She had only found out about it when she came into the room to find something today.
Song Tingfan was like a child who had done something wrong, clutching his hands, not daring to hide from her anymore, "Yeah."
"Studying by day, making baskets by night, aren’t you tired, Little Uncle?"
"Not tired."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She frowned and sincerely said, "Little Uncle, I’m not expecting you to do anything else right now, you just need to study well, I know you’re sensible and want to help out at home."
"But Little Uncle, you’ll get tired, you’re still a teenager, what will you do if you wear yourself out?"
"Sister-in-law can support you, Grandma, and Grandpa, rest assured Little Uncle, I won’t leave you without care."
Song Tingfan’s eyes reddened, and he said softly, "I don’t want Sister-in-law to be too tired."
"I’m afraid Sister-in-law will leave."
The young man’s soft and low voice hit a soft spot in Lin Qiao’s heart, so pitiful.
"Don’t cry, Sister-in-law is not angry, just wants to say don’t tire yourself out too much." With that, she extended her arms to hug him, patting his back gently for reassurance.
That’s how it’s acted in the script, the female lead hugging the male lead when he’s helpless.
Ahem, although she wasn’t the female lead, she had an important role.
Song Tingfan didn’t expect her to hug him, his body stiffened, not daring to move, his nose catching a faint scent, suddenly he retreated swiftly and stammered, "I-I-I got to go to the latrine."
Lin Qiao inside the room was slightly pushed back, falling onto the straw mat, "..."
In the latrine, Song Tingfan’s heart was racing fast, as if he was ill, his face flushed, covering his chest.
...
Lin Qiao felt upset the whole night, her model sister-in-law image hadn’t been going well lately, the antagonist seemed to reject her.
It didn’t make sense.
Which part went wrong?
She pondered for a long time, considering various possibilities, but dismissed them all.
The antagonist hating her didn’t seem likely.
The antagonist dislikes being touched, yet he used to enjoy her head pats.
...
The next morning, she overslept and got ’scared’ sick.
When she got up, she felt dizzy, thinking it was from waking up, but as soon as she opened the door, she blacked out and fell.
She vaguely heard the antagonist’s frightened voice, "Sister-in-law!"
When she opened her eyes again, it was already half an hour later, with a thick herbal medicine scent lingering in the air.
The first thing she saw was the anxious face of a young man. Seeing her awake, he called out, "Sister-in-law."
His voice was hoarse, seeming somewhat choked up.
"Hmm."
Lin Qiao pushed herself up to sit, reaching to touch her slightly dizzy forehead, likely a cold.
The straw mat couldn’t block the ground cold, she had been woken by the cold several times late at night recently.
"Qiao’er, you’re finally awake, you scared us." Song Qin came in carrying a bowl and felt relieved seeing her awake.
Lin Qiao shook her head, "Grandma, I’m fine."
"Nonsense, the doctor said you caught a cold and are feeling troubled." Song Qin assumed her troubles stemmed from past events and continued, "Qiao’er, don’t dwell on those things, they’re all in the past."
