Chapter 407: Chapter 398: The Wen Family’s Eldest Miss Is Pregnant with General Song’s Child
Noticing her gaze, Song Tingfan slightly tightened his hand, "What do you want to eat?"
Lin Qiao shook her head, "I don’t feel like eating."
During her recent episodes of fainting, her consciousness remained. There was always someone to wipe her hands and face morning, noon, and night, even talking to her at night.
She clearly knew it was Song Tingfan.
Song Tingfan’s eyes reflected a hint of joy, his hands nervously hidden behind his back, "Have some soup, I’ll bring it." After saying this, he strode out of the room.
Outside, the sudden cicada buzz became a temporary annoyance. Lin Qiao carried Lin Ling to the bed and wiped her eyes, "Don’t say those things again, daddy treats you well."
"He doesn’t treat you well, mom, you’ve become thin, there’s no meat on your face. Mom, I’ll call Mr. Xu to take you home and nourish you until you’re chubby." Lin Ling held her face, speaking with concern.
Hearing the words "Mr. Xu," the color drained slightly from Lin Qiao’s face, her nose tinged with sourness, and she changed the topic, "I’m not thin."
"Ling’er, listen to your mom, don’t sneak out of the mansion. If you need anything, let the uncles buy it for you, understand? Don’t just brush this aside, or if mom catches you, I’ll spank you each time until I no longer acknowledge you as my son."
Her words were harshly meant to ensure Lin Ling stayed within the mansion.
If they could catch them, those people wouldn’t have captured Xu Dagui.
Frightened, Lin Ling obediently nodded and raised his hand promising, "Mom, I won’t go out. I practice calligraphy with the tutor every day, and I’ve learned a lot recently. I’ll write some for you to see." After that, he got off the bed and hurried off to get his pen and ink.
Every time he practiced his calligraphy, mom would be very happy.
He hadn’t been gone long before Song Tingfan brought in some chicken soup. The two didn’t say anything for a while.
After a few sips of the chicken soup, Lin Qiao suddenly felt nauseous and couldn’t help but retch. Song Tingfan’s face changed, and he hurriedly helped her calm down.
After a while, Lin Qiao finally calmed down, got up, poured herself some tea, and took several sips to suppress the nausea.
Song Tingfan sent for a doctor. After feeling her pulse, the doctor shook his head, "There’s nothing wrong. The fright has led to reduced appetite and nausea. It’s best to have some porridge these days."
Song Tingfan let out a sigh of relief and told the maid at the door, "Make some porridge."
The maid quickly nodded.
Yet, Lin Qiao still retched after two or three bites, finally waving her hand to indicate she was done eating.
The maid, not daring to make decisions on her own, looked towards General Song.
Song Tingfan pressed his lips together, "Leave it, and take the young master out."
The maid understood and quickly took Lin Ling out. Naturally, Lin Ling wasn’t willing and struggled, "No, I don’t want to go out, let me go."
Lin Qiao really was not feeling well spiritually. She didn’t call him back, "Ling’er, go practice your writing, I’ll check it later."
Hearing this, Lin Ling stopped struggling and obediently nodded.
After the two left the room, there was a moment of silence. Song Tingfan sat on the bed with a bowl of porridge, then offered a spoonful to her lips, "Eat a little."
"I can’t eat."
Lin Qiao shook her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat; she really couldn’t.
However, Song Tingfan insisted on feeding her. They were at a standoff for a moment, and he pressed his lips, "Don’t think about it."
To personally witness familiar people die before her eyes was unbearable not only for her but for anyone.
He’s just used to it...
Lin Qiao forced herself not to think about it, but as soon as her thoughts paused, she remembered Xu Dagui.
She spoke with some difficulty, "Can Xu Dagui’s body be found?"
People with incomplete remains here cannot reincarnate.
She wasn’t superstitious, but Xu Dagui belonged to this place.
From the moment she learned that Xu Dagui had been murdered, Song Tingfan had already sent people to find him, but he had been torn apart by wild animals, leaving only bones.
Lying, he said, "We’ve found him and given him a proper burial."
"Let me burn some paper for him," Lin Qiao lowered her eyes, feeling a bit powerless.
When will this plot end?
If her death could stop all this, she was willing to die.
Deciphering her request, Song Tingfan pressed his lips and explained in a low voice, "It’s not about confining you. I’m just worried others will hurt you. I’ve also arranged someone to watch over your parents’ place."
Maybe fearing she wouldn’t believe him, he added, "I wouldn’t lie to you."
Lin Qiao stayed silent for a moment, "Didn’t you say you would tell me everything you do?"
She knew something about him must be threatening the Third Prince, forcing him to compromise this way.
Song Tingfan pressed his lips. He didn’t want her to know about such filthy matters, "I will handle all this."
Indeed, he was hiding things from her. Lin Qiao was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to be disappointed or something else. She knew he was different from others; she tried to understand, to care.
Yet there was always something between them, something impassable.
