Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, the two set off.

Qiao Nansheng somehow obtained a simple yet clearly marked map, and Song Lingge frowned as she looked at it.

Seeing that she looked unwell, Qiao Nansheng asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"This map..."

"A map? Is something wrong with it?"

The map was obtained from Qin Sihai, so it's definitely fine.

While observing Qiao Nansheng's expression, Song Lingge said, "Fang Guanghua's hometown is in Yuning County."

Yuning County is a small county under the jurisdiction of Nanzhou City. It is quite far from Nanzhou City and is known far and wide for its poverty.

Qianxing Village is a small village under the jurisdiction of Yuning County.

"Oh, how do you know Fang Guanghua's hometown?"

......

How was Song Lingge supposed to answer that? Of course, she only found out after she married Fang Guanghua in her previous life.

Judging from Qiao Nansheng's sour look, if she doesn't answer well, this person will probably argue with her for a long time.

"That's what Li Meimei said."

"When did she tell you that?"

Song Lingge thought for a moment, then stammered, "It was when she was picking a fight last time, she mentioned it in passing."

Qiao Nansheng glanced at her disdainfully: "You remember it very clearly."

“I do remember arguing with Li Meimei, but I didn’t deliberately remember Fang Guanghua’s hometown. Besides, Li Meimei and I used to be best friends, and we were close for more than two years.”

"That's right. I remember Fang Guanghua was pursuing you for more than two years."

That shut someone up; there was no way to talk anymore.

Song Lingge stood with her hands in her pockets and remained silent. Men can be so unreasonable sometimes.

"What? I was right? Speechless now?"

“What did you say that is right? Didn’t you know that we came here because of Zhou Songmei’s matter, not because of Fang Guanghua? We came here on purpose. I didn’t know beforehand that Qianxing Village belonged to Yuning County.”

"It is indeed for Zhou Songmei's sake, but who knows if you have ulterior motives?"

Song Lingge really wanted to spit a mouthful of salt water at him: "Yu Ning County is still a county town, what selfish motives do I have? Do you think I'm going to run into Fang Guanghua? Do you think this is a novel? I can't just do whatever you want."

"Hehe, you admit it now. I said I had ulterior motives, but I didn't explicitly say you would meet Fang Guanghua. You've just spoken your mind, haven't you?"

"Holy crap!" Song Lingge muttered a string of gibberish in her mind.

What's wrong with Qiao Nansheng today?

However, after arguing like that, the two of them became much more sober.

They set off in the morning, taking turns driving, and it took them most of the day to reach Yuning County.

I'm so tired. It seems that arguing can be beneficial to both body and mind.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him: "Whatever you say goes. I won't argue with you. The innocent will prove innocent."

The two were sulking, neither of them wanting to talk to the other.

After inquiring, I learned that it takes two to three hours to get from Yuning County to Qianxing Village. The distance in kilometers is not actually that far, but it is a mountain road with very poor road conditions.

Zhao Jueyu must have done some investigation before agreeing to provide financial assistance. Regardless of Zhou Songmei's true family circumstances, the place where she lives is indeed extremely impoverished.

At first, Song Lingge wasn't sure whether Zhou Songmei was Song Jianping's mistress.

How could a college student who came from a remote mountain village and got into university through her own hard work, and who is also young and beautiful, really be interested in a middle-aged man like Song Jianping?

Is it because he's old and doesn't shower? Or is it because he can run around freely in his newly bought three-bedroom apartment?

Moreover, although Song Jianping looks like a middle school principal, he is actually very stingy.

Could Zhou Songmei really be interested in him? And even have a child with him?

This is too fantastic.

But today, after arriving in Yuning County and driving for more than two hours on bumpy mountain roads, Song Lingge felt that it was possible for Zhou Songmei to escape from here with the help of Song Jianping.

Qianxing Village is really too poor.

Even if Song Jianping is not the best, she is still much better than Zhou Songmei. This is considered a high position that Song Jianping could reach.

"What's going on here?"

Even in a small county like Yuning, there was a traffic jam, with a lot of people gathered in front.

Song Lingge gently pressed the horn, and finally the crowd dispersed a bit.

I go!

I'm going!

I'm going to go!

Who are the people walking towards their car?

Qiao Nansheng snorted coldly, staring intently at Song Lingge, his face saying, "How else are you going to try to deny it?"

What a tragic fate!

Song Lingge closed the car window, determined to never get to know this person.

But what you fear most is exactly what happens.

Fang Guanghua recognized them through the car window and, with a complex yet joyful expression, knocked on the window.

"Lingge, open it!"

Fang Guanghua shouted loudly, but the soundproofing wasn't that good. Actually, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng could hear her, but she didn't want to cause any more misunderstandings with this person, so she decided to play dead. As long as she didn't open the window, everything would be fine. At worst, she would step on the gas after the crowd dispersed.

Fang Guanghua thought they couldn't hear him, so he exaggeratedly mouthed the words, making exaggerated and comical gestures.

Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but tease, "Working so hard, why don't you open the window and catch up with the old friends?"

Song Lingge rolled her eyes fiercely: "Qiao Nansheng, are you ever going to stop? I'm more wronged than Dou E."

Qiao Nansheng pouted: "It wasn't premeditated. It's really fate that we met in such a big county!"

"That's still not as fateful as you and me, as my grandma's house is actually in the same neighborhood."

Song Lingge originally intended to roast him, but her words warmed Qiao Nansheng's heart, and he gave up his sarcasm.

She and he were indeed destined for each other, more so than she thought.

After performing for a while, Fang Guanghua realized that Song Lingge had no intention of opening the window, so he left.

But not long after, he came over with a woman wearing a red cotton-padded jacket.

The woman wore a red beaded flower in her hair, a bright red cotton-padded jacket, and a red pencil skirt.

Is this a bride's outfit?

Moreover, this bride was an old acquaintance—Li Meimei.

Li Meimei knocked on the car window, and Song Lingge rolled it down, looking at her former best friend with a complicated expression.

"Lingge, Qiao Nansheng, it really is you two. I didn't believe it when Guanghua told me just now."

Song Lingge forced a smile, but neither she nor Qiao Nansheng replied.

Li Meimei didn't feel embarrassed, perhaps because her makeup was too thick and it wasn't noticeable.

Li Meimei said with a smile, "You can see it too, today is my wedding day, my wedding day with Fang Guanghua."

"Congratulations!"

Song Lingge's attitude was somewhat aloof, leaving Li Meimei unsure how to broach the subject.

Fang Guanghua, however, was thick-skinned and said in one breath, "Lingge, our wedding car broke down. Could you lend us your car and give us a ride? The auspicious time has already passed for quite a while. Please help us."

what?

Ask her to borrow your wedding car?

Fang Guanghua must be mistaken.

She drove Fang Guanghua to his wedding. What's the big deal about that?