Song Tingfan nodded obediently, picking at his palm nervously and whispered, "Sister-in-law, I'm not afraid, I'm afraid of your reputation... being tarnished."
He had overheard villagers often speaking ill of his sister-in-law.
Several men even knocked on their door late at night.
Lin Qiao, adopting a mature demeanor, said earnestly, "I'm not afraid, as long as our little brother grows up well, I'm not afraid of anything."
Seeing the young man's touched and guilty expression, she felt that she was performing exceptionally well this time.
Song Tingfan's eyes reddened, he lowered his head and said resolutely, "Sister-in-law, I will take care of you."
Lin Qiao was very pleased with his reaction, half-jokingly said, "Alright, in the future, I'll just depend on you."
Song Tingfan's eyes crinkled with a smile, "Sister-in-law, I'm not lying to you, I really want to take care of you."
"I know, I trust you, little brother."
