Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 74 - 69: He Only Remembers to Wash for His Wife
After seeing Song An off, it was already late, and Song Qin and Song Rong had gone back to their rooms to sleep. Lin Qiao finished washing the dishes and heated up the bathwater.
"Uncle, you go wash first."
"Sister-in-law, you go first. I’ll wash after you." Song Tingfan shook his head.
Lin Qiao didn’t say anything, and went back to the room to get some clothes to put in the outhouse.
The water was hot, and Song Tingfan helped carry two buckets of water into the outhouse.
There was a stool in the outhouse for placing clothes, and when Lin Qiao groped in the dark for the clothes, she accidentally bumped into it, making a "clang" sound.
The floor was wet and dirty, so it probably couldn’t be worn anymore.
At that moment, a young, nervous voice sounded from outside the door, "Sister-in-law, are you all right?"
"I’m fine, it’s just that my clothes fell on the ground, Uncle, can you get me some clothes? They’re in the chest." Lin Qiao bent down to pick up the clothes, and sure enough, they were already wet.
A voice answered from outside, "Okay."
Song Tingfan entered the room, opened the chest, and couldn’t see much; he felt around with his hands and suddenly touched a small piece of clothing, which he hurriedly dropped.
Then he felt some clothes and pants, which he picked up and carried to the door, hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to pick up the small piece of clothing, quickly tucking it into the clothes and pants.
It seemed very hot to the touch.
At the outhouse door, he stammered, "Sis...sister-in-law, here are your clothes."
Soon, the door opened a crack, revealing a hand in the moonlight, with a slender and fair arm, and a woman’s voice said, "Thank you, Uncle."
Song Tingfan turned his head away and handed the clothes to her, "Sister-in-law, don’t drop the clothes."
"Okay."
Lin Qiao carefully felt the clothes, the clothes, the pants, and also...
The undergarment.
"..."
No wonder the villain was stuttering, he had taken the undergarment.
As a modern person, she didn’t think much of it and didn’t dwell on it.
She didn’t consider Song Tingfan’s thoughts, and later it wasn’t surprising...
Opening the door and going out, she dried her hair while speaking to the silhouette squatting and petting a dog in the courtyard, "Uncle, you can go wash now, I placed the stool next to the door, so it’s not easy to kick."
"Ok...okay." The boy was still stuttering, then hurriedly took the clothes and went into the outhouse.
"Uncle, I’m going inside, you sleep early."
Lin Qiao went inside, sat by the window to dry her hair for a while, then went to bed. The bed wasn’t soft, but it was much better than the floor, and smelling the scent of raw wood, she fell into a deep sleep.
...
The hot September of summer passed, October arrived, and with just a day’s difference, the weather seemed to change, and the thin clothes felt a bit cold.
The next day, Lin Qiao got up and felt something was wrong; her abdomen was a bit painful, and when she got up, she saw red on the bedsheet.
Her period had come.
She had been here for almost two months, and this was the first time it came; she had almost forgotten about it.
She didn’t know what to use as a pad, so she had to stand at the door and call out to Song Qin in the courtyard, "Grandma."
Song Qin hadn’t responded yet when Song Tingfan came running over, "Sister-in-law, what’s wrong?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
She coughed, "I’m looking for Grandma for something."
"What is it? Sister-in-law, do you need my help?" Song Tingfan asked obediently.
Another warm flow in her lower abdomen, she instinctively covered her stomach, "It’s nothing."
At this moment, Song Qin came over, "Qiao’er, what’s wrong?"
Seeing Song Tingfan still standing at the door, Lin Qiao frowned and sent him away, "Uncle, help me boil some hot water."
After he left, she let Song Qin in, closed the door, and said, "Grandma, my period is here, and I don’t have any pads."
Song Qin hadn’t used pads for a long time; she didn’t have any. "Qiao’er, use a cloth for now, and I’ll make some for you later."
It had to be this way. Lin Qiao found a piece of cloth as a pad.
Outside, Song Qin went to the kitchen, put a half piece of ginger in the pot, and with a puzzled look from her grandson, she advised, "Niu Niu, don’t let your sister-in-law touch cold water these days."
"Is sister-in-law feeling cold?" Song Tingfan asked anxiously.
Song Qin smiled, "No, just remember that, Niu Niu."
"Grandma, tell me," Song Tingfan anxiously tugged at her sleeve.
Song Qin reluctantly explained it in one sentence, "Menstruation."
Song Tingfan knew what menstruation was. He had seen his dad wash for his mom before, with a lot of blood, and back then, he hurriedly asked if his mom was injured.
His dad just laughed heartily, and later took him and his brother into the room to explain menstruation.
His brother had blushed with embarrassment at the time, while he only remembered he would wash for his wife in the future.
These things should have been explained by his dad; Song Qin sighed inwardly seeing his clueless look.
...
At the school
Cheng Sheng stayed up late to review their exam papers, and apart from Song Tingfan who got them all right, others made more or fewer mistakes.
Technically, Song Tingfan had not been studying for long, whereas the others had already learned during the first half of the year.
However, given that he was the oldest and understanding the difficulties of studying due to his family background, he was particularly earnest.
"Apart from Song Tingfan, the rest will copy the Three Character Classic once, and I’ll check in two days. If the handwriting is not neat, it has to be rewritten."
A wave of groans filled the air, but they fell silent after the teacher gave them a glance.
"There’ll be rewards as well as punishment. As per usual, the first place receives five silver coins. Song Tingfan, come up and get it."
Song Tingfan’s eyes lit up, showing some joy. He got up and went to receive it as Cheng Sheng reminded him, "Keep working hard."
"Okay, thank you, teacher." Song Tingfan expressed his gratitude, thinking that his sister-in-law would surely praise him if she knew.
Thinking of this, he grinned while holding his pen.
After class, Zhou Tiedan hugged him, "Tingfan, you’re amazing, treat me to some maltose candy."
Without thinking, Song Tingfan shook his head, "No, I have to give it to my sister-in-law."
"You can just not tell your sister-in-law and use it secretly." Zhou Tiedan, craving maltose candy, suggested a bad idea.
"No, I won’t deceive my sister-in-law." Song Tingfan pushed his hand away and continued, "I’m going home."
...
At the Song Family
"Sister-in-law, Grandpa, Grandma, I’m home." The boy ran into the courtyard, and two little dogs immediately surrounded him, wagging their tails non-stop.
Lin Qiao was in the courtyard turning over the drying clothes, and upon hearing the voice, she turned her head and laughed, "Go wash your hands and eat."
"Sister-in-law, the teacher rewarded me with five cents." Song Tingfan took out five cents, spread them on his palm, looking expectant for praise.
Lin Qiao beamed, "How well did Uncle do in the exam?"
"Excellent. They all have to copy the Three Character Classic, but I don’t need to." Song Tingfan’s eyes crinkled into a smile.
"Amazing, my family’s little uncle is truly amazing." Lin Qiao was genuinely pleased. When your own "son" excels in studies, which parent wouldn’t be happy?
My family’s little uncle.
Song Tingfan revealed a neat row of white teeth, enjoying his sister-in-law saying "my family’s little uncle."
Song Qin and Song Rong were also delighted upon hearing this, and Song Qin continuously praised Song Tingfan for his promise, insisting on buying a pound of meat to celebrate.
In contrast to the joy at the Song family, other households in the village began punitive measures with whips, and the children’s cries echoed everywhere, while no one cared to watch the excitement from others.
After dinner, Lin Qiao prepared to wash the dishes, but Song Tingfan rushed to do it, "Sister-in-law, let me wash them."
Song Qin also smiled and said, "Qiao’er, let Niu Niu wash them."
