Chapter 437: Chapter 407: Still Unfit to Be a Father
Nobody knew what she had gone through. Lin Qiao felt a bit stuffy in her chest, and Song Tingfan pressed his lips together without saying a word.
If he didn’t have Lin Qiao...
Song Qin’s eyes reddened as she wiped her tears with her back turned. Little Song Ling obediently held her hand and softly comforted her, "Grandma."
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat quiet.
Suddenly, Li Guifen’s voice rang out, "Daughter, come and help me carry this."
Everyone looked over. Li Guifen had a basketful of things on her back, covered with a cloth bag, so it wasn’t clear what it was.
Song Tingfan strode over to take it. Li Guifen’s shoulders relaxed, and she rubbed her shoulder, "This is the new rice from home, brought it to cook porridge."
Then she looked at Furen, who seemed a bit off, smiled and said, "Big sister, do you like eating red berries? I’ll take you to pick them, there’s a big basket in the back mountain."
Furen glanced at Song Tingfan and then nodded. Li Guifen held her hand and said to Lin Qiao, "I’ll take her out to pick, won’t lose her."
Thinking going out for a walk was good, Lin Qiao thought for a moment, "I’ll go too. It rained a few days ago, let’s go pick some ground skin to eat."
Song Ling quickly raised his hand, "Mom, I want to go too."
Without waiting for Lin Qiao to reply, he turned and ran into the house, soon coming out with a small basket on his back, happily saying, "Grandpa made me this small basket."
"Have you finished the big characters? Write a few more when we come back."
"I promise I’ll write a few more when we come back."
The child’s adorable look was so cute, Lin Qiao pinched his face, just about to ask Song Tingfan if he was going, when she saw him locking the door.
The whole family went out, seemingly to join the fun, and the Lin Family followed.
Seeing the bustle, Mrs. Wang Zhu from the Wang Family smiled and said, "Picking mushrooms on the mountain?"
"Picking ground skin." Lin Qiao glanced at her belly, then subconsciously looked at her own belly.
It’d be nice to have another daughter.
Song Tingfan naturally saw her movements, pressed his lips together, then took her hand, and said to Mrs. Wang Zhu, "We’re leaving now."
Lin Ping and Lin An, although thirteen or fourteen years old, still had the heart of a child, leading Song Ling as they ran ahead, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes catching butterflies.
The children’s laughter was endless.
Mrs. Lin Wu was worried they would get out of sight, and quickly called out, "Don’t run too fast!"
Not far from the red berries, there was a large area of ground skin. A group of people chatted and laughed while they worked. Lin Qiao observed Furen’s condition closely; she seemed to be a bit more spirited. It seemed she needed to be taken out for walks more often.
She turned her head to look at Song Tingfan, who was seriously picking ground skin. He seemed to be like this, no matter what he was doing.
Ahem, when washing her feet, he kept staring at her, making her embarrassed.
She wasn’t a fairy, her feet would naturally sweat a bit.
"Tingfan, there’s a bug at your feet."
Hearing this, Song Tingfan looked at his feet; there was no bug, clearly she was tricking him, his lips slightly curled up, "Wife, I’m scared."
The sudden "wife" made Lin Qiao speechless, "..."
"Ahem ahem ahem..."
She grinned, "You are the one who’s scared."
Song Tingfan couldn’t hide the smile on his lips, "Scared, I’m scared of you."
Scared you’ll leave me...
Lin Qiao "fiercely" pinched his face, "If you’re scared, hurry up and work, I’m craving for some pickled ground skin."
The next moment, the man lowered his head and kissed her, "Okay."
Lin Han and the others saw this and awkwardly coughed a few times. Lin Han coughed again and, searching for something to say, commented, "The weather’s pretty good today."
Even with Lin Qiao’s thick skin, she felt a bit embarrassed, and walked away with the basket. Naturally, Song Tingfan followed her.
Suddenly, Song Ling exclaimed, "Dad, a rabbit, Dad, hurry and catch it."
Lin Qiao was startled, turned to look, and saw Song Ling chasing after, "..."
If he can catch it, she’ll... take his surname.
Just as she thought this, she saw Song Tingfan run after it, and she didn’t know how he trained, he was running very fast.
Ahem, fine, a bit manly.
After a while, Song Tingfan returned with a dead rabbit. Song Ling’s eyes instantly reddened, "Dad, why did you kill the bunny!"
Normally it wouldn’t matter not seeing it alive, but seeing it alive and then dead, no kid could bear it.
Originally thinking the kid would be happy, he cried suddenly, and Song Tingfan felt a bit helpless and uneasy, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Lin Qiao quickly went over to mediate, "Ling’er, don’t cry, the rabbit wasn’t killed by your dad, it ran itself to death."
"Ahem, rabbits get scared easily and could die."
These words were more than enough to console a child.
"Exactly, Grandma saw it before too." Li Guifen echoed.
Song Ling believed them, holding onto Lin Qiao’s leg and not letting go, feeling wronged, "Mom..."
"It’s okay, you should apologize to your dad, you misunderstood him." Lin Qiao glanced at the man still standing there, his shoulders slightly slumped, which made people feel sorry for him.
