Chapter 426: Chapter 404: Have 7 or 8 Kids (Part 2)
Since he was easily discouraged, she decided to take the initiative. Well, she had never been shy anyway.
However, she underestimated Song Tingfan’s reaction. He wrapped an arm around her waist, leaned in, and kissed her fiercely.
Lin Qiao was caught off guard, pushed against the cupboard. It hadn’t been used for a long time, couldn’t withstand their weight, and collapsed with a crash.
Song Tingfan moved quickly, lifting her to another side. In this situation, kissing was out of the question.
Lin Qiao: "..."
She turned to look at him, "Go buy a new cupboard of bowls yourself."
Just as she finished speaking, Li Guifen and others came running over, "What happened? Ah, what happened to the cupboard? Your father just reinforced it a few days ago. Such a pity, so many bowls are broken."
"It must be your father’s fault. I told him not to put all the bowls inside, but he’s as stubborn as a mule. Now all the bowls are shattered."
Just then, Lin Han came in, glanced at the broken bowls, and shrank his neck, "How was I to know? I clearly reinforced it."
"They’re all broken, and you’re still being stubborn, even more than a mule. Go buy our daughter a new cupboard of bowls later."
Li Guifen gave him a glare, and then added, "And make a new cupboard."
Lin Han, knowing he was in the wrong, didn’t dare to say anything. He nodded obediently.
With the bowls shattered, they had to borrow some from the Lin Family to eat.
Luckily, there were others who came, and naturally, the bowls weren’t enough, so Lin Han’s family had to borrow a few more to make do.
The people who came felt embarrassed to eat, refused several times, and in the end, Lin Qiao charged them two cents for a bowl of rice.
After eating, two or three women went to wash the dishes. Song Tingfan took this opportunity to handle some matters regarding the house.
After sending Song Qin to rest, Lin Qiao came out, not seeing Lin Ling. Just as she was about to go looking for him, she saw him watching a group of kids playing with sandbags longingly.
Her heart softened instantly. She went inside, grabbed a handful of candies, and walked over with a smile, "Come, auntie treats you to some candy."
The kids glanced at the candy, swallowing slightly but hesitated to take it, standing there awkwardly.
Lin Qiao smiled and handed it to them, "Go ahead, eat. Come play at auntie’s home often, and next time, I’ll make you peach blossom cake."
"Ling’er, come here, and call them brother and sister."
Song Ling looked at them timidly, "Brother, sister."
A boy of about seven or eight scratched his head in embarrassment, looking at the candy, "Do you want to play with us?"
Song Ling’s eyes lit up, nodding without much thought, "Yes."
"Then let’s play together. Do you know how to play? You can be on my team, I’ll teach you." The boy handed him the sandbag.
With their pure hearts, children easily got along and played together. After watching Song Ling play for a while, Lin Qiao went back inside to take a nap.
When she woke up again, Song Tingfan was already asleep beside her. She moved closer, finally resting her head on his arm.
The next moment, he opened his deep eyes, then reached out to hold her tight, "Did you sleep well?"
"Mm, how’s the house?"
Lin Qiao sensed something off about him, pinched his cheek, and added, "Try any funny business, and my waist hurts."
She indeed hadn’t gotten up from bed, while Song Tingfan seemed boundlessly energetic.
The slow travel was partly because of him. They should have left during the 5 a.m. to 7 a.m. slot, but insisted on that thing early morning, ending up leaving after 7 a.m. to 9 a.m.
Song Tingfan looked at her softly, "I want to."
"Even if you want, there’s no luck. If you’re naughty, you can forget about sleeping in the room." Lin Qiao gave him a little reward though, kissing him lightly.
Just as she was about to sit up, Song Tingfan held her tightly, "Qiao’er."
The tone was just like Song Ling playfully asking for something.
"Qiao’er, are you despising me?" he mumbled with downcast eyes, somewhat aggrieved and helpless.
It started again. It started again. Lin Qiao knew he was pretending, but she just couldn’t stand seeing him like this.
She was utterly defeated.
She felt she shouldn’t indulge him too much; otherwise, he would get bolder and bolder. Her eyes rolled, and she finally called out the two words, "Little uncle."
Her innocent eyes were utterly sincere.
The restless feeling in Song Tingfan subsided at once. He looked at her without moving, finally conceding, "Call me whatever you want."
In this way, Lin Qiao felt a bit embarrassed, thinking she went overboard. She touched her nose, "I’ll go check on Ling’er."
"He’s tired from playing, sleeping inside."
Song Tingfan didn’t let her go, rubbing his head against her neck, then said, "We can adopt a child."
Seemingly fearing she’d feel guilty, Lin Qiao smiled, "Perhaps in a few years."
If it still didn’t work out in a few years, they would adopt a little girl.
