CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 43: SISTER-IN-LAW IS NOT DIRTY, SISTER-IN-LAW IS CLEAN

There were very few families buying ready-made clothes; they mostly bought fabric to make clothes at home, which saved half the money. The boss was a bit surprised and gave her a glance, "I didn’t expect you to treat your little uncle so well!"

Lin Qiao thought, why don’t you try being Widow Song, struggling in your old age with missing limbs, wanting to die but unable to.

The boss took a measuring stick to gauge her height, estimated the size, turned around, went inside, and brought out three colors, "Take a look, which color would you like?"

Lin Qiao chose a blue-green top and dark gray pants. She paid the silver coin, put away the clothes, and then left the cloth shop.

There wasn’t much rice left at home, so she went to buy ten more pounds.

...

From afar, she saw the young man standing by the door, looking left and right occasionally, if not for his delicate eyebrows and eyes, he would look just like a little thief.

Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh out loud, that’s why they say good looks are justice.

Suddenly their eyes met, the young man ran joyfully towards her, "Sister-in-law."

He reached out to take the things from her hands, glanced at her, and noticed the sweat on her forehead with concern, "Sister-in-law, you’re sweating."

Carrying more than ten pounds of stuff in the hot weather, it would be strange if she wasn’t sweating. Lin Qiao gently shook her hand and warmly smiled, "Little Uncle, it’s no bother. Why aren’t you waiting inside? It’s so hot out here." She raised her hand to fix his hair behind his ear as she spoke.

Her fingertips brushed past his ear, it was a little itchy, Song Tingfan shrank away naturally, and his ears quickly turned red, "N-no... it’s not hot."

Lin Qiao didn’t notice his red ears, her gaze settled on his sun-reddened cheeks, "Your face is all red from the heat, how could it not be hot?"

"Little Uncle even learned to lie to Sister-in-law now?"

"No, Sister-in-law, I... I... I’m not hot waiting for you." Song Tingfan murmured shyly.

Lin Qiao patted him teasingly, "Sister-in-law turned into a big ice block, I can cool you down."

She naturally thought the villain’s reliance was just a child’s dependence on adults.

When Song Qin and Song Rong saw her return, the worry on their faces visibly lessened. Song Qin hurriedly brought her a bowl of water, "Thirsty?"

"Thank you, Grandma."

Lin Qiao was indeed a bit thirsty; she drank the bowl and then drank another one, while Song Tingfan clumsily fanned her with a palm fan, blowing her loose hair around,

She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, "Little Uncle, no need."

The young man stubbornly continued to fan her, his eyes showing earnest sincerity.

Bright.

Lin Qiao felt a pang of guilt; she was deceiving him with "feelings."

No, she shouldn’t think like that.

She was genuinely sincere in treating him well.

Yes, that’s it.

She silently repeated to herself: sincerely.

She retracted her gaze, "Little Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

Song Tingfan paused, glanced at Song Qin and the others, stammered, "I... ate."

He wanted to buy for Grandma and Grandpa, but they wouldn’t let him, saying it was a waste of silver coins.

Song Qin and Song Rong nodded in agreement, Song Qin stammered, "Ate... it’s... good."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Does the Song Family not know how to lie?

She twitched the corner of her mouth a couple of times, helplessly said, "Little Uncle, go buy some, Grandma and Grandpa are hungry."

"Qiao’er, we’re not hungry; we’re not."

Song Qin felt grateful to Lin Qiao, her way of calling them became more intimate. After refusing, she quickly said, "Niu Niu, buy a bowl of noodles for your Sister-in-law; she’s definitely hungry." As she spoke, she took out the money bag from her waist.

They were reluctant to spend silver coins on seeing the doctor, but willing to spend silver coins to buy her noodles, truly kind.

Lin Qiao’s heart softened a bit, "Little Uncle, don’t accept Grandma’s silver coins, or Sister-in-law will be angry."

Hearing this, Song Tingfan took a few steps back, urgently said, "Grandma, don’t give it to me, Sister-in-law will be angry."

"Little Uncle, go buy, be good."

Lin Qiao gave him a look, Song Tingfan hesitated for a moment, but still listened to Sister-in-law and went out to buy noodles.

"Niu Niu, don’t go."

Song Qin couldn’t stop him, stood at the door, and sighed, "Spending this silver money for what."

She looked at Lin Qiao again, "Qiao’er, really don’t go, just stay here with Grandpa and me."

Lin Qiao pulled her back to sit down in the grass hut, "Grandma, don’t talk about it, it’s useless to say it."

Song Qin sighed again and again, gratefully said, "I know you’re kind-hearted with Niu Niu..."

"Grandma, look, there’s a bird." Lin Qiao interrupted her, pointing to the sky to divert the topic.

Song Qin’s eyes turned red; the family was full of benevolent people. Why was it unfair, the dead were dead, the lonely were lonely. God, aren’t you watchful...

Lin Qiao felt uncomfortable too and hugged her, comforting, "Grandma, don’t overthink, in the future, we’ll live well as a family, life will surely get better."

"You and Grandpa just wait to see Little Uncle’s children."

In truth, this was her ideal happy ending; the villain gets married, has children, and lives a peaceful life.

While she would remain as the widowed sister-in-law with great acting skills.

Song Qin choked up, "Grandpa and I are burdens now, you and Niu Niu don’t need to mind us, go home."

"Grandma, don’t talk like that, I’ll get angry if you say that again, you and Grandpa are not burdens, you’re family." Lin Qiao seriously said.

...

When Song Tingfan brought back three bowls of noodles, after giving them to Song Qin and Song Rong, he handed a bowl to Lin Qiao, grinning, "Sister-in-law, you eat."

"I’ve already eaten, Little Uncle you eat." Lin Qiao shook her head, she really wasn’t hungry.

Leaning weakly against a pillar, Song Rong suddenly spoke up hoarsely, "Niu Niu, take this bowl and eat; I can’t eat anymore." With that, he trembled and passed the bowl over.

"Eat this bowl, I can’t eat anymore." Song Qin also hurriedly passed her bowl over.

Lin Qiao: "..."

"Grandma and Grandpa have to eat even if they can’t finish; Little Uncle, how about you and I share a bowl? You eat first, then I eat."

"Sister-in-law, you eat." Song Tingfan handed it to her.

Lin Qiao helplessly accepted it, took a few bites, and handed it to Song Tingfan, "Little Uncle eat."

"Sister-in-law, I won’t eat, you eat."

"Does Little Uncle find Sister-in-law dirty?"

"No, Sister-in-law isn’t dirty, Sister-in-law is clean."

Lin Qiao was amused by his compliment, what does clean mean. She stuffed the noodles into his hands, "Eat while it’s hot; after eating, we’ll take Grandpa and Grandma home."