CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 57: SEEING YOU AND ZHANG DONG HUG TOGETHER (PART 4)

Song Tingfan nodded obediently and explained seriously, "Sis, I didn’t bully him."

He paused for a moment, "I don’t like him saying bad things about Sis, it makes me very angry."

No matter what others say about him, he can tolerate it, but not when it comes to Sis.

Sis is obviously so good.

Seeing his fiercely cute appearance, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but pinch his nose bridge, "It’s okay, let him talk, it won’t hurt, go practice your writing, Sis will make lunch."

...

Lunch was made simply, since they were going to eat at the Lin Family’s in the evening, there wasn’t much cooked.

After finishing his calligraphy practice, Song Tingfan obediently trotted in and out of the kitchen, serving food, carrying dishes, fetching chopsticks.

Lin Qiao glanced at him, the young boy looked so obedient, the kind that would call "mommy" if given a little treat.

Seeing him place an extra bowl of rice before her, she stopped him, pushing it back, "Little Uncle, I can’t eat that much."

The weather was hot, she usually doesn’t eat much at noon.

"Be good, eat by yourself."

Song Tingfan was twelve years old, he felt like he was already an adult, but every time he heard Sis call him good, he would feel shy yet really liked it.

"Sis, I..."

Under Lin Qiao’s fond gaze, he obediently began eating.

Song Qin and Song Rong seeing she wasn’t angry about the school, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Tingyi’s wife really has changed a lot.

Song Tingfan had half an hour’s nap time, he practiced in the main room while Lin Qiao watched over him; maybe she was too tired, she leaned over the table and fell asleep.

Song Qin and Song Rong also went for a nap,

Song Tingfan awkwardly finished writing a classical saying, just about to lift his head to say something, he saw Sis asleep with her profile facing him, looking completely gentle.

Sis is very beautiful, she’s the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He then continued earnestly practicing his calligraphy.

When Lin Qiao woke up, Song Tingfan had already gone to class. She reached out, her eyes landing on the bowl of water beside her, no need to ask who placed it there.

Suddenly, she felt having a "son" was quite nice.

At this time Song Rong and Song Qin hadn’t gotten up yet, the old couple’s health was indeed not very good.

After taking a sip of water, she took out her embroidery to start working on it, not long after, a knock on the door was heard. She thought it was Li Guifen, as for such a long time, only she would visit.

"Come in."

Just after she spoke, a man pushed the door and walked inside, she was stunned for a moment, it was Zhang Dong.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, before she could speak, she heard him say, "Qiao’er."

Zhang Dong never believed she hit him that night, he wanted to find out the truth, but his mother was too strict.

Lin Qiao immediately pointed to the door, "Get out."

This isn’t the secular world, a man and woman alone in a room could drown in spit alone. Even staying with her nephew Song Tingfan could lead to misunderstandings, let alone with "a lover" like Zhang Dong.

The next day, she’d probably hear rumors that she’s pregnant with Zhang Dong’s child.

Ha, she’s already scared of being a trending topic.

Seeing her stern look, Zhang Dong stood frozen, "Qiao’er?"

At this time, a few curious women appeared at the door, guessing that Zhang Dong had come to the Song Family after noticing him heading in this direction.

One woman was eating her meal while joking, "Oh, Lin Widow invited Zhang Dong for a meal? Why not invite us as well?"

"Why invite you? It’s just the two of them eating," joked another plump aunt meaningfully.

Zhang Dong’s face turned embarrassingly red as he hurriedly backed out, "I, I, I... I’ll be off now."

Lin Qiao internally disdained him, such a cowardly man, having the heart but lacking the guts.

After he left, she looked at the women still watching from the doorway, smiling slightly, "I’ve had my meal, but there’s work, Aunties want to help?"

The last phrase she slightly emphasized.

Previously when trending negatively, her popularity rose and her value increased.

Here, value doesn’t rise, instead, it falls.

No, there’s basically no silver coin.

The woman holding the bowl refused to let go of the chance to scorn her, her man always likes watching Lin Widow.

Whenever there’s something or nothing, he likes to wander around the Song Family’s door.

"Hey, having Zhang Dong help you is enough, everyone says so, right?"

"Isn’t that right? Zhang Dong alone is worth ten of us."

"Hahaha, Widow Song, tell us what Zhang Dong helps you with?"

"Then you all have to ask him, I don’t even know why he’s here. Why don’t you Aunties help me ask?"

Lin Qiao didn’t get angry or upset, even pretending to be puzzled.

"It’s boring for Widow Song to play dumb, did you forget you hugged Zhang Dong back then?" the woman finished with a sarcastic smile.

Lin Qiao absentmindedly thought she was just speaking nonsense, she softly and expressed grievance, "Auntie, daylight, some things shouldn’t be said carelessly."

"Lin Widow, you’ve got a good memory, forgot about hugging Zhang Dong under the tree? Your little uncle saw it too."

The woman holding the bowl spat audibly, continuing, "Ask your little uncle."

Under the tree hugging?

Lin Qiao fell silent for a short while: "..."

No way, could it be true?

The original body actually hugged Zhang Dong, and the villain saw it?

She remained calm and composed, saying, "I swear to the heavens, If there’s anything between Zhang Dong and me, may lightning strike me."

Cough, if striking, strike the original body.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, still not reacting, Lin Qiao continued, "I, Lin Qiao, will never remarry in this life, and will faithfully guard my deceased husband."

She never considered marriage, but didn’t have strong feelings against it either, now as a widow, no man would marry her unless they’re a widower.

She decided to focus on playing her role as a "mother."

...

Even after swearing, Zhang Dong’s visit to the Song Family was still spread around.

Song Tingfan heard talk in the fields when passing by after school, one curious Aunt even stopped him, "Tingfan, does your Sis often meet with Zhang Dong?"

Upon hearing Zhang Dong’s name, Song Tingfan instinctively rejected it, he pinched his clothing, quickly shook his head, "No, my Sis doesn’t meet him." He said and continued straight ahead.

The woman, unable to indulge in gossip, was a bit disappointed, watching Song Tingfan’s receding figure, a gray-clothed woman said, "The Song Family’s little boy is growing more handsome, if he turns out promising, in a few years his doorstep will be overwhelmed with marriage proposals."

"Tch, who dares propose? His Sis looks so tempting, those two won’t have anything going on? Maybe they’ve already, you know." another woman whispered before laughing loudly.

Song Tingfan’s body paused slightly, feeling somewhat distressed and ashamed.

No way.

Yet he didn’t know how to rebut.

...

Meanwhile, Lin Qiao was fetching water to irrigate the vegetable garden behind, previously Song Tingfan was watering it, today after finishing her embroidery she decided to fetch water instead.

Perhaps bending too long, when she stood up too quickly, she staggered backward, "Ah."

Not landing on the expected soil.

At the same time, there was a stuffy grunt from the young boy.

It was Song Tingfan.

Lin Qiao turned her head to look, it was indeed Song Tingfan, she quickly got up, concerned, "Little Uncle, are you okay?"

Fell into a soft embrace.

Song Tingfan’s expression was a bit dazed, taking a while to react before helping her up, "Sis, I’m fine."

Then picking up the bucket, continued, "Sis, I’ll fetch the water."

After he left, Lin Qiao rubbed her back, Song Tingfan’s chest was like a rock, hurting when she collided.

The two finished watering the garden and went home. Lin Qiao noticed Song Tingfan’s clothes were a bit dirty, "Little Uncle, change your clothes before going to Aunt Lin’s for dinner."