Chapter 418: Chapter 401: Hurt Face, Afraid You’ll Mind
It somewhat resembles the wound in the dream.
Sigh, the plot still hasn’t treated him kindly.
Lin Ling was so scared she burst into tears, "Daddy, there’s such a big cut on your face, does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn’t hurt."
Song Tingfan stared intently at the woman who hadn’t spoken, his hands hanging by his sides gradually clenched.
He had thought about hiding until the wound healed before coming out.
But she’s waiting for him with the child.
He couldn’t let them wait any longer.
Even if she found him repulsive...
"Ling’er, stop crying, daddy coming back is something to be happy about."
Seeing the man’s appearance, Lin Qiao inexplicably felt a sting in her eyes, then took his hand and said, "Let’s go inside and apply some medicine."
He really was a fool, becoming self-conscious over a wound, afraid to see them.
Looking at the hand holding his wrist, Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, the immense panic and insecurity dissipated.
She didn’t find it repulsive.
She wanted to apply medicine for him...
The woman’s movements in applying the medicine weren’t gentle at all, but Song Tingfan didn’t cry out, and after a while, Lin Qiao stopped, "I’ve been waiting for you to finish making dumplings for quite some time."
"Why are you back late?"
Song Tingfan pursed his lips and didn’t stay silent anymore, "I hurt my face, afraid you’d find it repulsive."
He laid out all his insecurities for her to see, showing how unworthy he was.
Would she still be willing to live with him?
"Do you want me to be like you so you can be at ease?" Lin Qiao’s expression was serious, absolutely sincere, as if she would do it if he said yes.
Initially, she might have been attracted to Song Tingfan’s face, but later, it was his inherent kindness that moved her.
If it were her, she couldn’t have done what he did, and neither could anyone else.
Regardless of whether he was a villain or his younger self, it was the same, except the former learned to disguise.
"No, I trust you when you say it." Song Tingfan looked at the woman’s face, trying to detect a hint of disdain.
There was none.
Lin Qiao’s eyes crinkled with a smile, and she blinked, "I find it distasteful!"
She then raised her hand to touch his stubble, "I find it distasteful you haven’t shaved for so many days."
Upon hearing the first two words, Song Tingfan’s heart clenched tightly, but upon hearing the latter part, his pupils slightly dilated.
He eagerly said, "I’ll shave it off right away."
"Shave after eating dumplings."
Lin Qiao put away the ointment, leaned in close to take a careful look, knowing that such a deep cut was unlikely to heal without leaving a scar.
"Later, have the doctor look at it, so it heals and scars quickly."
The two exited the room one after the other, and upon going into the kitchen, they saw Lin Ling standing on a small stool, struggling with a spatula to stir the contents of a pot.
Before Lin Qiao could react, Song Tingfan had already walked over and lifted Lin Ling down.
He said sternly, "Never do that again."
The pot is large, and if a child fell in, they wouldn’t be able to get out for a while.
Ordinarily, when scolded, Lin Ling would cry, but not today. He raised his arms for a hug, and after being lifted, he gently blew on the wound, "Daddy, blowing on it makes it not hurt."
"It hasn’t hurt for a while."
Song Tingfan leaned in and kissed him lightly, Lin Ling’s eyes lit up, as he’d never experienced a kiss from his father before, "Daddy."
Lin Qiao glanced at the pot of dumplings; they needed a little more time to cook. She opened the steamer and took out a few pieces of cake, "Eat it while it’s hot."
"Daddy, you eat it, Mom makes the cake really delicious."
Lin Ling got off him, intending to grab a piece of cake, but got slightly burned. Before Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan could say anything, he grinned, "It’s not hot, not hot."
Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Let it cool for a bit and go bring Grandma to the dining room for dinner."
...
After eating, Lin Qiao told Song Tingfan to take a nap, but he continued to follow her, until she led him into the room.
Perhaps it was because his mind finally relaxed, as he lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
Lin Qiao watched for a bit, then started counting the silver coins she had on hand, which amounted to nearly ten thousand taels.
Far from enough.
Then she remembered something, taking out an account book the steward had given her, and upon looking, without considering the jewelry, there were several million taels in silver alone.
That was indeed sufficient.
Song Tingfan slept right through to midnight. Upon waking up in the dark, he instinctively panicked for a moment before feeling at ease.
The sound of breathing filled the room.
He got up quietly and soon lit a candle, seeing two figures, one large and one small, sleeping haphazardly on the bed.
He felt a little dazed, the scene before him resembling a dream, but soon his gaze settled, and he couldn’t help but smile.
Almost finished.
He then left the room, heading for the study.
He retrieved a large stack of papers from a hidden compartment, evidence of the wrongful treatment of three thousand soldiers.
He carefully reviewed them, finally organizing them, and then took up a pen to write, filling up one page after another...
