Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 99 - 94: Little Kids Have Possessiveness Too
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan nervously tightened his grip on her hand and earnestly promised, "Sister-in-law, I won’t let you fall."
"Sister-in-law trusts little uncle." Lin Qiao routinely "humored" him.
The village under the night was very quiet, their footsteps clearly audible, occasionally accompanied by the sound of insects.
The night breeze blew gently, and Lin Qiao shivered, but she didn’t forget the persona of a "good sister-in-law," "Little uncle, are you cold? If you are, sister-in-law will take off her outer garment for you to wear."
For sister-in-law to take off her clothes for him to wear...
Song Tingfan stammered, "No, no... not cold."
"Your hands are cold, yet you say you’re not." Lin Qiao held his hand against her abdomen to keep it warm, gently rubbing it.
Ahem, there was a time she acted like this in a play, warming the hands of her "father" on a winter road.
This scene even earned her the Best Supporting Actress award.
However, she got the character wrong; Song Tingfan wasn’t the "father."
Song Tingfan’s body stiffened for a moment, the warmth on the back of his hand tingling slightly, he dared not breathe loudly, his steps becoming somewhat flustered.
"Sister-in-law, I, I... am very warm, not cold."
Lin Qiao thought he was embarrassed, "Sister-in-law is cold, little uncle, just pretend you’re warming sister-in-law."
...
Regarding the Lin Family’s situation, Lin Qiao pretty much guessed correctly. The Lin Family originally had to compensate with ten taels of silver, but since Wu Qiang forced his way in first, they only needed to pay five taels, and once Wu Qiang recovers, he would still receive punishment.
This was unexpected for Lin Qiao; it seemed the County Magistrate wasn’t a foolish person.
But at least it was resolved.
When Mrs. Lin Xushi came to express her gratitude, Lin Qiao was in the vegetable garden pulling weeds, wondering why the grass kept growing even as winter approached.
It seemed not afraid of the cold.
"Qiao’er, your second sister-in-law and second brother are here," Song Qin called to her from the edge of the vegetable garden.
"Alright, I’ll be back in a moment." Lin Qiao quickly pulled out the weeds in front of her and then threw them onto the ground.
After entering the courtyard and washing her hands with clean water, she entered the main house, "Second brother, second sister-in-law."
Mrs. Lin Wu looked at her with much more affection, "Little sister-in-law, you’re pulling weeds in the garden?"
"The grass is growing in the fields again." Lin Qiao nodded, and brought out some salted peanuts she made a few days ago, placing them on the table.
Seeing that his wife was unsure what to say, Lin Shan interjected, "Little sister, your second sister-in-law bought some fabric to make clothes for you guys."
Lin Qiao glanced at the cloth on the table, which was fine cotton, in two colors, presumably purchased for four people’s worth.
"Thank you, second sister-in-law, this cloth will definitely make beautiful clothes."
Seeing her accept it, Mrs. Lin Wu didn’t feel as blocked anymore and laughed, "The boss said these two colors sell the best, so I bought them."
"Little sister-in-law is slim, a padded jacket would definitely look good on you."
"I wanted to help you make clothes, but my sewing skills aren’t great, and I didn’t want to ruin the fabric, so I didn’t do it."
Her expression was sincere, not like she was lying, and Lin Qiao felt a sense of accomplishment; the original owner’s two sisters-in-law must think differently of her now. She smiled and said, "Thank you, second sister-in-law and second brother."
With words of thanks flying back and forth, Mrs. Lin Wu felt a bit embarrassed; she was the one who should be thanking her.
Thinking of this, her hands under the table nervously twisted together, and after a while, her face reddened, "Little sister-in-law, thank you."
"Second sister-in-law, let’s not keep thanking each other, we are family, no need to say two different things," Lin Qiao pushed the salted peanuts in front of her and added, "Second sister-in-law, try some, I roasted them myself."
Lin Shan chimed in sincerely, "Yes, we are one family." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Originally thinking her little sister-in-law would take the chance to humiliate her, as she did before, but she didn’t. Lin Wu felt embarrassed, took a peanut, peeled it, and put it in her mouth, finding it quite tasty.
"Little sister-in-law, your peanuts are very good."
"Take some back later." Lin Qiao pushed them over to Lin Shan again.
Lin Wu was afraid she would think she was greedy, quickly shook her head, "No, we have raw peanuts at home, we can roast them if we want."
"Little sister-in-law, I’ll bring you some later, you can roast them for the New Year."
...
The Lin Shan couple didn’t stay long, leaving after two or three quarters of an hour. Lin Qiao sent them to the door and returned to the main house, saying, "The fog hasn’t dispersed yet."
Song Qin glanced outside following her words, a light fog, where things wouldn’t be visible from a distance.
"In a few days, the fog will disperse even later. Today I saw frost on the ground near the jars in the yard."
"Qiao’er, wear more clothes yourself."
Lin Qiao nodded, "I’m wearing two undershirts already."
She rubbed her hands and said, "In this weather, little uncle’s hands will definitely get stiff writing characters, I’ll make two pairs of gloves later, there’s just enough rabbit fur."
"Niu Niu is a boy and can endure the cold, make two pairs for yourself, don’t just think about Niu Niu," Song Qin saw her goodwill toward her grandson and felt she was an impeccable sister-in-law, if anything, too good.
And she wondered how Niu Niu could repay this kindness.
"Grandma, I don’t write, and I’m always walking around, so my hands don’t get stiff," Lin Qiao said, then immediately set to work, grabbing some cloth and rabbit fur, estimating Song Tingfan’s size based on her hand.
The glove pattern was quickly drafted, cut out quickly; she was making fingerless gloves with an added cover, convenient for writing, and warm for when not writing.
Song Qin watched for a while and lovingly smiled.
Niu Niu having such a sister-in-law was a blessing from a past life.
At noon, after having lunch, when Lin Qiao was cleaning the dishes, Song Qin stopped her, "Qiao’er, let Grandma wash them, you’ve been making gloves for Niu Niu for over an hour, your hands must be sore."
With rabbit fur added, the gloves were much harder to stitch than ordinary items, more tiring.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan, who was helping to clean up the dishes, looked at her, his eyes curved with happiness, yet he shook his head and said, "Sister-in-law, I don’t need gloves, I’m not cold."
"Don’t want them?" Lin Qiao stacked the utensils and playfully chided him with a glance, then added, "Then sister-in-law will give them to Tie Dan."
Just as she finished speaking, the boy hastily said, "No way, not to Tie Dan!" sounding a bit aggrieved towards the end.
Why would sister-in-law give them to Tie Dan?
Seeing his mouth pursed in displeasure, Lin Qiao found it amusing and continued to tease him, "Your hands are about the same size, surely Tie Dan can wear them, and if little uncle doesn’t, they won’t go to waste."
"Sister-in-law, I’ll wear them; you must not give them to Tie Dan," Song Tingfan pouted even harder, looking like he was sulking.
Song Qin chuckled and took the dishes from his hands, "Niu Niu, your sister-in-law is teasing you; she thinks of you in everything, how could she give the gloves to Tie Dan."
Song Rong chuckled beside them.
Song Tingfan believed it in his heart, but he wanted to hear it from his sister-in-law’s own words.
What sister-in-law says, she will definitely do.
He stared at his sister-in-law without moving, sulkingly asking, "Sister-in-law, you won’t give them to Tie Dan, right?"
"I will, why wouldn’t I?" Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, the young boy having a bit of possessiveness.
Song Tingfan rubbed the tip of his nose that felt like it was about to cry, watching his sister-in-law for a while, then went into the kitchen with the dishes and utensils.
He wouldn’t play with Tie Dan anymore.
Seeing she had teased him to the point of displeasure, Lin Qiao hurriedly gathered her smile, carried the dish after him, and affectionately called, "Little uncle."
Song Tingfan grumbled a response, "Mm," stubbornly saying, "Sister-in-law, you go out, I’ll wash them."
