Chapter 397: Chapter 388: If You Lie to Me, I’ll Kill You
After landing, it was somewhat noisy around.
Lin Qiao couldn’t see because of the red veil, but Li Guifen and Lin Han, who came along, were dumbfounded. From the entrance to the hall was a red carpet all the way, and outside the hall, many tables were set up, all filled with people.
Li Guifen swallowed, "So many people are here, more than in our village."
"I don’t know. Just don’t say anything later. Look at these people’s clothes; they look like they’re from wealthy families." Lin Han glanced down at his own coarse cloth clothes, feeling a bit ashamed, thinking he should have dressed more expensively.
You can’t make your daughter proud, but you can’t embarrass her either.
Li Guifen nodded, and the nearby Song Qin also seemed a bit uneasy, but soon a steward led them to the hall.
In the center of the hall, someone was already seated. A middle-aged man in bright yellow clothing, although Li Guifen and the others hadn’t seen him before, they knew that bright yellow was not something ordinary people could wear, so they stood tensely by the side.
Lin Ling curiously glanced around, and the man in bright yellow looked at him.
After a while, they heard someone shout, "The auspicious time has arrived."
Lin Qiao had been married once before, so she was very familiar with the process. However, this time it was particularly troublesome, just listening to vows about growing old together took a quarter of an hour.
The crown on her head must have weighed at least three or four pounds. It was a relief to be sent into the bridal chamber. Just as she was about to lift the veil, a large hand pressed it down, "Let me."
Lin Qiao: "..."
The next moment, her vision suddenly brightened. A man in a red robe with a red waistband around his waist, which made him look tall, came into sight. As her gaze moved upwards, she saw his handsome face with a hint of redness, probably reflected from all the red in the room.
Less of the usual hostility, and more obedience.
There was a moment when it overlapped with the image from her previous marriage.
"You look very handsome in these clothes." Saying this, she took off the crown from her head.
"How could this crown be so heavy, could it be made entirely of gold?"
She thought of this and asked directly, "Is this made of gold?"
The woman’s face was as red as a peach, her brow and eyes carried a touch of coyness, making it impossible to look away.
Song Tingfan’s throat moved, he placed the crown on the table, "If you like it, I’ll make a few more sets."
"I’ll have someone bring some food in a bit. Eat before you sleep."
Lin Qiao wasn’t hungry. Early in the morning, Li Guifen had cooked a big bowl of dumplings for her, and she still felt full, "I’m not hungry, I’ll sleep for a bit first. Make sure someone keeps an eye on the child; he loves to join the fun."
Song Tingfan made a sound of acknowledgment.
Lin Qiao was quite assured of him regarding the child, so she said nothing more, took off her shoes, and got into bed. Just as she lay down, everything suddenly went black, and then she felt a tender touch on her lips.
She was startled, but before she could do anything, he got up, "Sleep."
Lin Qiao: "..."
It seemed not to unfold as she had imagined.
She felt a bit as if the antagonist was fooling her into marriage.
She wanted to say something but didn’t know how, so she just closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Seeing she didn’t resist, Song Tingfan’s hand loosened slightly, and he quietly tiptoed out.
Lin Qiao slept straight until evening. Just as she woke up, Song Tingfan pushed the door open and came in.
Before he even got close, she already smelled the alcohol on him. He must have drunk quite a bit, "Are you alright? I’ll go make you some sobering soup... ah..."
Before she finished speaking, she was picked up and laid back on the bed.
She was briefly confused. Just as she wanted to get up, she was pressed down. Meeting the deep, desire-filled eyes of the man, she couldn’t help but swallow, "What are you doing? Didn’t we agree... mmm..."
...
Red gauze canopy, two shadows entwined...
...
The next day, sunlight shone through the door frame, casting spots of light on the ground.
"Mom, get up, the sun’s already up."
Knocking was accompanied by the child’s innocent voice.
Lin Qiao woke up with a start, and a frown immediately creased her forehead as soreness washed over her body. She couldn’t help but gasp.
The events of last night flashed vividly through her mind.
She: "..."
She had once again ended up with the antagonist.
Suddenly, a low, husky male voice sounded, "Sleep a little longer."
Lin Qiao was startled, quickly looking to her side, then instinctively moved a bit away, "Song Tingfan, didn’t we agree?"
"Agree on what?" Song Tingfan looked at her directly.
"Agree that you’d let me go after a few years..." Lin Qiao began but then stopped. Yes, he only promised to let her go, but nothing else.
Was she to be his "mistress" for free for a few years?
Her expression turned unpleasant, and she couldn’t help but vent, "Song Tingfan, you can’t toy with me like this!"
Song Tingfan thought she guessed he wouldn’t let her go. Seeing her anger, he pursed his lips, and after a while, asked, "You... despise me?"
It was only a few words, but he seemed to have difficulty saying them.
He thought he’d gotten used to being despised.
After all, those who cared for him were all gone...
Hearing this, Lin Qiao felt he was turning the tables on her, and retorted, "Song Tingfan, you really have issues! You’re the one who forced yourself on me last night, and now you say I despise you? What do I despise about you? Do tell."
Clearly, she had been slept with for nothing.
The room went silent for a moment, and after a while, the man’s hoarse voice spoke, "Despise my filth."
Filthy all over.
The initially angry Lin Qiao was stunned, then glanced at his downcast brow and eyes, letting out a long sigh in her heart, finally realizing he was hung up over this.
Filthy? It was those people who were filthy, not him.
Whether a person is clean or filthy is never judged by that.
"You’re not filthy. I didn’t despise you for anything. If I did, I wouldn’t be talking to you now; I’d have gone out to find a rope and hung myself already."
The shadows in his heart seemed to mean nothing to her. Song Tingfan was stunned; she didn’t despise him. How could she not despise him?
He felt so filthy.
Filthy enough that those smells made him want to kill.
"It’s not your fault, you shouldn’t be filthy."
Seeing him silent, Lin Qiao inexplicably felt some pity. Despite his fierceness, without his armor, he was just a vulnerable child.
She raised her hand and touched his head, saying, "If you can’t get over it, then I’ll be filthy with you."
Alas, those scumbags from a past life really ruined a perfectly good child.
Song Tingfan’s eyes turned slightly red but soon suppressed it, his voice steady, "If you deceive me, I will kill you."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Such a villain!
She withdrew her hand, expressing her sincerity, "I won’t deceive you."
As long as he could control himself, it wouldn’t matter where she lived.
If he couldn’t control himself, she’d be a fool not to run.
Song Tingfan heard the answer he wanted and earnestly said, "I will treat you well."
Just like before, he kept repeating this one sentence, but for some reason, Lin Qiao believed him, and with a sigh in her heart, she realized she was still soft-hearted.
Outside the door, Lin Ling, not receiving a response, began to shout again, "Mom, is that bad dad bullying you! Open the door!"
"Bad dad! You better not bully mom, or I’ll bite your leg."
"Ling’er, stop shouting, come here." Lin Han’s voice.
