Chapter 422: Chapter 403: All Eyes on You, From Dawn to Dusk
Song Tingfan was used to others’ harsh words and instinctively resisted, moving back half a step imperceptibly, when suddenly something supported his waist.
He turned his head and met the woman’s smiling expression, and suddenly his heart calmed down. He pressed his lips together, "No need."
"General Song, you must accept it; otherwise, we won’t leave."
The old woman patted her grandson’s back, "Shun’er, give it to General Song."
The little boy obediently carried the basket over to Song Tingfan, "General Song, this is for you to eat."
Lin Ling looked at his father, then got off him, ran to the carriage, and quickly grabbed two fruits and brought them down. "You give us cakes, and we give you fruit."
Seeing that the little boy didn’t want it, he said, "If you don’t want our fruit, we won’t take your cakes. My mother said there should be give and take to maintain a long-term relationship."
The little boy hesitated for a moment before accepting it, and timidly said, "Thank you, young master."
"I’m not a young master; my name is Lin Ling. No, my name is Song Ling. My mother said I take my father’s surname."
Lin Ling, with a smile, took a cake, bit into it, and his eyes lit up, "Your cakes are really delicious, just as good as my mother’s."
Lin Qiao: "..."
This kid’s mouth is quite something.
Afraid of wasting time, she said, "Thank you for your generosity. We can’t carry so much food, and it will spoil before we finish it on the road."
"It would be too wasteful to throw it away, better for you to eat it yourselves."
"It’s not a waste, not a waste, Mrs. Song, please accept it; otherwise, we’ll feel uneasy."
"Please accept it."
"Mrs. Song, please take it. It’s nothing valuable."
...
Lin Qiao couldn’t help laughing and crying. Today, if they didn’t accept, they probably couldn’t leave. She glanced at Song Tingfan and whispered, "Let’s take it."
Song Tingfan pressed his lips together, gave a slight nod, "Okay."
In the end, they also added a carriage.
The carriage traveled far, and Lin Qiao poked her head out of the carriage window. A group of people was still kneeling on the ground, finally, something didn’t let Song Tingfan down.
She turned back to the man holding Lin Ling, "Don’t spoil him."
"Come down and sit properly. You’re not light, and your dad’s legs will go numb later."
The latter statement was clearly addressed to Lin Ling, no, Song Ling.
Song Ling pouted slightly, "Daddy’s legs won’t go numb; Daddy’s a hero." Though he said so, he still obediently got down from his father’s lap and sat properly.
Before Lin Qiao could say anything, he murmured again, "I saw Daddy holding Mommy that day, and Mommy’s heavier than me, yet Daddy’s legs didn’t go numb."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Her cheeks slightly flushed, but she still put on a motherly demeanor, "Read your book; if you can’t recite it later, I’ll smack your palm."
Upon hearing about reading, Song Ling’s head seemed to double in size, and he quickly changed the topic, pulling Song Qin’s hand, "I just read it this morning. Grandma, let me teach you to play chess."
Song Qin said kindly, "Okay."
Soon, the old and the young started playing chess. Lin Qiao couldn’t bear to watch, seeing them play without any strategy; the money for hiring a tutor seemed wasted.
Not wanting to see or worry about it, she took out the account book and soon thought of something, rummaged through the bundle, and took out a bottle of medicine, "Sit over here, apply some medicine."
As soon as she said it, Song Tingfan sat over, and the space was a bit cramped, with the two sitting close together.
"..."
She applied some ointment to her hand and gently rubbed it on his wound. After so many days, the scar still hadn’t fallen off; the black hard shell was exceptionally prominent.
Fearing he might overthink it, she whispered softly, "Still handsome."
Song Tingfan had looked into a copper mirror; the scar was ugly, resembling a centipede, very unsightly. Several times, he almost scratched it off.
But he was afraid it would look worse if he did.
He pressed his lips together and said softly, "It’s fine."
It’s fine, no need to comfort him.
Clearly, he still cared, yet he said it’s fine. Lin Qiao glanced at the two next to her and, seeing they weren’t paying attention, quickly gave him a peck, "Was always handsome."
Just as she finished speaking, the child’s dissatisfied voice protested, "Mom, you secretly kissed Dad, I want one too."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She gave him a stern look, "Are you playing chess or not? If not, then read your book."
"Mom, you got angry because you were embarrassed, that’s naughty." Song Ling seriously "scolded" her.
Lin Qiao: "..."
At this moment, the man’s low laughter sounded. She turned to look at him. It had been a long time since she’d seen him laugh like that, so she feigned anger and pinched the back of his hand.
Then she picked up a book to read.
Song Qin’s gaze affectionately went back and forth between the two, feeling much more at ease.
She had always been worried that, after Tingfan stayed in the Capital for a long time and met many people, he might do something to betray Qiao’er.
The atmosphere in the carriage was very warm at the moment.
No one knew how long they traveled when the coachman’s voice came from outside, "Master, someone’s following us."
