Li Guifen, with a face full of disbelief, saw that she really didn’t want to say more, so she didn’t press further. She added, "Don’t be shy to speak up. There’s nothing you can’t say. I’m your mother. If Tingfan ever bullies you, I’ll take him on, even if it risks my life."
She paused for a mont, "But you shouldn’t bully him either. If it’s your fault, I, as your mother, will hit you too."
"Qiao’er, now that life is better, just live well. It’s normal to argue. Just let it go a little."
Her nagging was full of concern for her daughter, and inside, Lin Qiao sighed before finally relenting, "Alright."
Her daughter agreed, but Li Guifen didn’t feel satisfied. Her daughter used to be stubborn and wouldn’t listen. Now that she suddenly agreed, she must’ve been wronged.
"Did Tingfan bully you? Is there soone else outside?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
She held her mother’s arm, "No, mom, there’s really nothing. If there is sothing, I’ll definitely tell you and dad. I won’t bear any grievance."
"As long as you know," Li Guifen looked at her, and at that mont, she still looked as if she had been wronged.
They went to the living room where the bowls were already set. There was a spot next to Song Tingfan, obviously reserved for Lin Qiao.
Afraid that Li Guifen might overthink, Lin Qiao sat down and then put a piece of food in Song Tingfan’s bowl, "Eat more."
It had been many days since she last gave him any food. Song Tingfan’s hand paused slightly, his thoughts a bit complicated.
Li Guifen watched their actions, feeling relieved inside, and then served them more food.
After staying at the Lin Family for a while, they went back ho. The house was clean and all the bedding had been changed. It was obvious that there was no one else other than the couple from the Lin Family.
Lin Qiao felt a bit sore in the waist. Seeing nothing else needed to be done, she went back to her room to lie down. After a while, Song Tingfan ca in carrying seven or eight bundles and started putting them away in the cupboard.
He asked in a low voice, "Do you want so sausages?"
"Up to you."
Lin Qiao turned her head towards the wall, pretending to sleep. Suddenly, she thought of sothing and turned back, "Song Tingfan, let’s separate."
If they could part peacefully, it would naturally be the best.
"I’ve thought a lot these days. I won’t dwell on how you changed your heart, nor will I ask you about it. If we can’t go on, so be it. Let’s not end up like enemies."
Song Tingfan stood where he was, his eyes growing increasingly dark and cold, and said stiffly, "I won’t separate."
Lin Qiao: "..."
It’s over; if he doesn’t want to separate, he just wants to torture her.
Her eyes reddened with anger, "Not separate? Why not? You grabbed my neck and said it wasn’t intentional, and I forgave you. But that day, you pushed again. Do you know I have a child in my belly?"
"Back then, you begged and cried to marry . I didn’t force you!"
"In the earlier years, when the family couldn’t make ends et, I gritted my teeth and worked early and late to support your studies. Later, fearing you’d suffer in the military camp, I spent a lot of silver to pave the way for you. I never expected you to repay , but you can’t treat like this."
"Tell why!"
Tears the size of beans kept falling, making one feel distressed.
She seed innocent, and Song Tingfan almost believed her, but she wasn’t innocent. She was more at fault than anyone, and she treated him poorly first...
"No reason."
"What do you an no reason? Song Tingfan, you better make it clear. If you don’t make it clear today, I’ll leave imdiately!"
Lin Qiao wanted to test what he really had in mind. Did he want to trap her and slowly tornt her, or was it sothing else?
The word "leave" struck his chest with pain. Song Tingfan’s face turned gloomy, and he faintly said, "Where would you go?"
Lin Qiao sensed his change and braced herself to continue acting, "Where I go is none of your business! Anyway, I’m not staying with you."
Song Tingfan clenched his fists, a surge of anger rising uncontrollably as he spoke word by word, "Lin Qiao! Don’t bla for not warning you. If you dare to leave, I’ll break your legs."
After saying that, he froze. He didn’t an to say that...
He had the air of a villain.
Lin Qiao was stunned, tears hanging on the rims of her eyes, ready to fall.
She was afraid.
She sniffled and muttered softly, "Then go ahead and break them. Whoever doesn’t break them is a grandson!"
After saying that, she was secretly on guard against the villain, thinking that if he made any wrong moves, she would run away imdiately.
Staring at her face, Song Tingfan’s fists tightened more and more until finally, he kicked a stool with a bang and then turned and left in big strides.
As soon as she lost sight of him, Lin Qiao quickly pinched her own philtrum and took a while to recover. Damn, it scared her to death.
Before, she always thought the villain didn’t seem like a villain anymore, but now it was hamred in.
It’s over; it’s over. Why did she try to test him just now?
But she gained one crucial point: if she runs, she absolutely cannot let him catch her, or else hundreds of instrunts of torture await her.
Thinking of this, she shivered.
After their one-sided quarrel, Song Tingfan didn’t co ho all afternoon and only returned late at night in a carriage with a large basket of sausages. He had soone make them from the town.
Mrs. Fan helped him hang them in the kitchen. The two dogs, slling the at, kept their mouths open, wagging tongues non-stop.
Fearing they would steal the food, Mrs. Fan drove them out.
At this mont, Song Tingfan suddenly asked, "Granny Fan, hasn’t she left the room all afternoon?"
Mrs. Fan paused to realize who he was talking about, "Qiao’er? No, she didn’t co out, not even when I called her to eat."
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, nodded, washed his hands, and went to the room. The woman wasn’t in bed anymore; she was now sitting at the table, looking at the account book.
eting each other’s gaze, the woman’s eyes were red and swollen.
For a mont, neither of them spoke, and it was a bit quiet.
After a while, the man’s low voice ca, "It’s late, let’s sleep."
From anger to gentleness in an instant, even opera couldn’t change faces as quickly. Lin Qiao secretly scorned him with a glance but said nothing.
Song Tingfan seed helpless with her. He stood by for a while before leaving the room.
Just when Lin Qiao was wondering why he left, he ca back, walked straight to her side, and looked down at her from above.
Feeling a tingling on her scalp, Lin Qiao quietly moved aside a bit, but before she could finish moving, she suddenly felt herself lifted off the ground. She couldn’t help but let out an "ah."
In a blur, she was in bed, and Song Tingfan pulled the quilt over her.
She: "..."
What does this an?
With the precedent from the afternoon, she didn’t dare "argue" with him. She shed tearful eyes at him and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her head, sobbing.
As if greatly wronged.
Song Tingfan instinctively pressed his lips, tightening his grip on the quilt. He mustn’t be fooled by her.
He got up abruptly, took a step or two, and then stopped, finally taking off his shoes and getting into bed.
In the quilt, Lin Qiao: "..."
It’s suffocating.
She sniffed, lifted the quilt, and tried to get up and leave.
Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly, causing her so pain.
The villain must have problems!
He definitely has problems!
"Where are you going?" the man’s gloomy voice.
Lin Qiao took a deep breath, holding back the urge to scold him. Her tears ca instantly, falling nonstop, "Hurts, I’m going to the toilet! What do you want, always bullying , I... I don’t want to live."
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