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

During this time, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng visited each other frequently, and she also had frequent interactions with the Qin family.

However, they always chose times when the two little rascals weren't around.

She could sense that the elders on both sides were intentionally or unintentionally trying to bring the two of them together.

However, everyone is mindful of their feelings and gives the impression of letting them develop freely.

Only the two little devils don't know how to read people's expressions or care what the adults think.

Whenever he sees Song Lingge, he keeps calling her "sister-in-law, sister-in-law".

As soon as Song Lingge stepped into the Qin family's small garden, she regretted it.

Qin Zichen and Qin Zihan ran towards her, calling out, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law hug! It's been so long since we've seen you!"

Qin Zichen was a little slow, and Qin Zihan beat him to it.

When Song Lingge carried Qin Zihan into the room, she heard Qin Zichen, who had run into the room first, loudly complaining.

"Grandpa and Grandma, my sister-in-law is here, and Zihan insists on being held by her. But I didn't. I'm such a good boy."

Song Lingge held Qin Zihan in her arms, but at that moment she really wanted to free up one hand to rub her forehead.

Song Jianping is right. You should call ahead before going to someone's house; it's for your own good.

Why didn't she call Qiao Nansheng before she came?

As she entered, Qiao Nansheng and Hu Lixia came to greet her. Qiao Nansheng took Qin Zihan, put him down, and told him to go play by himself.

Hu Lixia said with a smile, "Lingge is here, come in and sit down."

Walking into the living room, Song Lingge wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

In the Qin family's living room, Qin Sihai sat in the middle seat of a three-seater sofa, while a young man, Jiang Lin, sat in the two seats next to him.

So the Qin family has guests. Song Lingge really knows how to pick her timing.

Jiang Lin was also momentarily surprised when he saw Song Lingge, but both of them remained composed and simply nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Professor Qin, Grandma Hu, do you have guests at your home?"

Qin Sihai pointed at Jiang Lin and said with a smile, "His name is Jiang Lin. He is my student, so you could say he is your senior."

As he introduced the shop, he seemed to remember something: "You may have seen it before, Jiang Lin's shop is on the food street outside the school, right?"

Jiang Lin, whose name was called, quickly nodded with a smile: "Yes, teacher has a really good memory."

It turns out that Jiang Lin is a graduate of Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages.

This person seems to have a great talent for business.

He looked only a few years older than Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng, yet he already owned such a large shop.

Truly, a master doesn't reveal their abilities.

Qiao Nansheng made an excuse and took Song Lingge back to his room upstairs.

Is this the men's dormitory room?

This was the first time Song Lingge had ever entered the room of an unmarried man.

Besides the essential bed and wardrobe, a small study of about five square meters was partitioned off near the window in this room.

There is a large desk in front of the window, and the other three walls are all custom-made bookshelves.

The bookshelf was filled with books.

The Zhao family already had a large collection of books, but I didn't expect the Qin family to have quite a few as well.

Song Lingge randomly picked up a book, "National Diplomacy," edited by the Policy Research Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Her slender, pale fingers swept across the row of magazines, all of which were "National Diplomacy." It seemed that Qiao Nansheng bought them every year.

She waved the book in her hand: "You want to be a diplomat too?"

Qiao Nansheng pulled out a chair next to the desk for her to sit on.

There were no more chairs in the room, so Qiao Nansheng sat on the bed.

"Also? Who else? You?"

"No, no, you come from a diplomatic family, so I was wondering if you wanted to become a diplomat because of Professor Qin?"

This is a dream that Song Lingge rejected; let's not even mention it.

Seeing that she didn't sit down, Qiao Nansheng got up from the bed, walked to the desk, and stood with her.

"It's partly due to my family's scholarly tradition! But I like it myself too."

Song Lingge listened and nodded; Qiao Nansheng's answer was exactly what she expected.

Given their family background, it's understandable that they chose this path.

Moreover, Qiao Nansheng was already exceptionally talented.

Song Lingge casually flipped through the book, her wisps of hair swaying gently in the breeze as the pages turned.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling softly and serenely on her face.

Qiao Nansheng's heart skipped a beat.

Until Song Lingge casually put the book back on the shelf and then pulled out a new one.

Qiao Nansheng finally asked, "What happened?"

Song Lingge slammed the book shut and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Qiao Nansheng's lips curved slightly, a faint smile on his face, seemingly both self-deprecating and teasing.

“Since your first visit to my house, you’ve only come a handful of times. But even those few visits can be categorized into three situations.”

Song Lingge responded with an "Oh?" that was quite enigmatic.

What are the three scenarios?

Qiao Nansheng sat down in the chair and assumed a comfortable position.

"The first option is to call me beforehand and wait for me at the door. However, this has now evolved into calling me and then coming to my house to wait for me."

After Qiao Nansheng finished speaking, he gave Song Lingge enough time to recall her thoughts so that she could refute him.

However, Song Lingge had no objection to this.

It seems that's really the case.

At first, when she needed Qiao Nansheng's help, she would call him and wait for him at the Qin family's door.

Later, Qiao Nansheng would wait for her at the Zhao family's door.

Later, Qiao Nansheng would go inside and wait.

Of course, this is also the most obvious example of the progression of their relationship.

After Song Lingge nodded slightly, Qiao Nansheng continued to speak.

"The second possibility is that Grandma Lin asked you to bring something over. I suppose you couldn't refuse, so you came, right?"

Song Lingge raised an eyebrow: "Why do you say that?"

Qiao Nansheng said with a helpless self-deprecating laugh, "Compared to how often I visit your house, it's obvious."

Song Lingge had no choice but to accept the facts, because they were undeniable.

Lin Xiuzhi often made small snacks or other things and would always ask Song Lingge to deliver them to the Qin family, but Song Lingge would try to refuse whenever possible.

I never realized the two families had such a good relationship.

Tell me, who would want to go to a professor's house after they've already gone home?

What's the difference between that and being in school?

Moreover, Lin Xiuzhi and Hu Lixia's actions were far too obvious.

Is it natural for people to want to play matchmaker and urge others to get married as they get older?

But she and Qiao Nansheng are still in school and so young, is it necessary to urge them so early?

However, Song Lingge dared not ask these questions aloud; at most, she could only grumble to herself.

She had spoken frankly with Qiao Nansheng before, so there was no need to repeat herself.

Considering the mess of troubles at home, she felt that Qiao Nansheng wasn't the type to invite trouble upon himself.

Her relationship with Qiao Nansheng was more like that of close friends who appreciated each other and benefited each other.

As for whether it's possible to start a romantic relationship again, Song Lingge doesn't know.

At least for now, she doesn't have the right.

She has too many things to do.

After catching her breath, Song Lingge asked, "What about the third one?"