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

Jiang Lin laughed: "It's definitely too late to transfer the property today, let's do it tomorrow! I still need to pack up and take my things out. But I can give you a key first, you can move your things over later if you want."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to move things over today?"

Song Lingge was a little tempted; it would definitely be best if Song Jianmei moved in sooner rather than later.

I'm still a little uneasy since the ownership hasn't been transferred yet.

"I trust your relationship with Nan Sheng's family."

With the Qin family's connections, Jiang Lin probably wouldn't harm her.

However, Qiao Nansheng still went to the shop to make sure everything was alright before leaving with Song Lingge.

Jiang Lin took some personal belongings and left all the keys to Song Lingge before leaving.

"Qiao Nansheng, you're my lucky charm! Because of your family's connection with Jiang Lin, he gave me a discount of five thousand yuan."

Song Lingge held up a five and waved it in front of Qiao Nansheng.

"A whole five thousand yuan! Your relationship must be incredibly close."

Qiao Nansheng nodded, neither confirming nor denying: "Jiang Lin's family used to be very poor. His university expenses were all sponsored by his maternal grandfather. That's why we had a lot of contact."

So there was another connection. Song Lingge thought of Zhou Songmei.

They're all about donors and recipients, so why are they so different?

"By the way, do you have enough money? It's at least 40,000 yuan."

Song Lingge smiled confidently and said, "Of course it's enough, and now you don't need to lend me 10,000 yuan anymore, 5,000 yuan is enough."

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow: "I didn't realize you were such a rich woman. No wonder you were so generous before, saying you'd take care of me."

Is this meme going to never die?

However, since this is a god of wealth, Song Lingge has to play the subservient role for now.

"Am I that old? I wouldn't call myself a rich woman, a rich lady? Forget it, that doesn't sound right."

"Why did your aunt suddenly switch shops when she was doing perfectly fine at Nanzhou Middle School?" Qiao Nansheng asked, voicing his doubts.

It was originally Song Jianmei's private matter, and Song Lingge didn't intend to talk about it.

However, Nie Ergou is a dangerous person, so it's better to tell Qiao Nansheng.

So Song Lingge recounted the whole story.

“My aunt opened a shop near the school, so if anything happens, I can find out as soon as possible. After all, I don’t go back to Baoyu Road very often these days.”

Qiao Nansheng still had a question in his mind, but he didn't say it for the time being.

Song Lingge already has enough troubles; let's help her solve the problem at hand first.

"Shall we go back to Baoyu Road now?"

"Well, since Jiang Lin has given us the keys and the transfer can be completed tomorrow, let's move in today! That way, Auntie can be put at ease sooner."

When the two arrived near Baoyu Second Road, the road was full of people rushing by, and Qiao Nansheng's car was stuck outside.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Song Lingge's heart.

"Nansheng, go find a place to park. I'll go check it out first."

"Okay, don't act impulsively, I'm coming right away."

After Song Lingge got out of the car, Qiao Nansheng turned the car around and drove towards Baoyu, stopping in front of Wang Wenzhen's restaurant.

The crowd was mainly gathered at the entrance of Nanzhou Middle School.

Song Lingge felt even worse and struggled to push away the onlookers.

Sure enough, the incident occurred at Song Jianmei's steamed bun shop.

Song Jianmei, fully armed, held a spatula in her left hand and a slotted spoon in her right, facing a man.

Although the two were arguing fiercely, Song Jianmei appeared unharmed and completely unscathed.

The man kept shouting vulgarities.

"Jianmei, if you weren't interested in me, would you have treated me to dinner? Have you forgotten how happy we've been lately? Now that you've opened a restaurant in the city, do you no longer want a man from the countryside?"

Nie Ergou's ambiguous remark immediately sparked a burst of laughter.

There are always people who enjoy watching the spectacle, no matter the era.

“Nie Ergou, don’t say something unpleasant. I only treated you to a meal because we’re from the same hometown. Even if some cats and dogs on the road have no food, I’ll feed them. You’re nothing special.”

Song Jianmei has never been one to passively accept things as they are.

She underestimated Nie Ergou; he was a complete scoundrel.

Nie Ergou kicked over the steamer basket outside, spilling all the steamed food out with a clanging sound.

"You're calling me a nobody?"

Remembering the trouble she had suffered in Songjiawu some time ago, and recalling Qiao Nansheng's instructions, Song Lingge quietly moved to the convenience store next door and called the police.

Then, he casually picked up a mop from the side, walked over to Song Jianmei, and swung it at Nie Ergou.

"Try pushing it again, I've already called the police."

"Lingge, what brings you here? You go back first, I can handle him."

Song Jianmei anxiously pushed Song Lingge back.

Although people like Nie Ergou are troublesome, she is not afraid of them.

But Song Lingge's arrival would be different. If Nie Ergou were to cause trouble for her, Song Jianmei would truly regret it.

Nie Ergou is a habitual offender who is used to mingling in society, so this situation doesn't scare him.

He didn't hurt anyone, and when the police came, they just arrested him and took him back for a lecture, which he didn't care about at all.

"Oh dear, the police have been called! I'm so scared! I'm here to find my wife. The police are involved in everything, but what right do they have to interfere in a couple's business?"

"Pah! Who's your wife? Don't talk nonsense here." Song Jianmei spat.

Nie Ergou said to the crowd, "Whoever answers me will be my wife. Besides, your brother has already married you off to me."

Song Lingge sneered: "What era are we living in? Still having that kind of arranged marriage stuff? My aunt doesn't want to, and even the King of Heaven can't say for sure."

Nie Ergou looked at Song Lingge and said thoughtfully, "Are you Jianping's daughter?"

Song Jianmei pulled Song Lingge behind her, saying, "None of your business."

He then turned to Song Lingge and said, "Don't talk. It's pointless to argue with him. Let's just wait for the police to arrive."

Nie Ergou scrutinized Song Lingge again, his eyes darting around mischievously, clearly harboring ill intentions.

"Jianmei, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for treating your own husband like this? I feel sorry for you, so I won't hold it against you. I'll come back to see you another day."

After finishing his banter, Nie Ergou looked around and slipped away.

It turns out he wasn't actually afraid of the police coming; he was just estimating the time.

After he left, the excitement was over, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Qiao Nansheng and the police arrived at about the same time. The police conducted some investigations and then left.

In the end, only Song Lingge, Qiao Nansheng, and Song Jianmei were left to clean up the mess.

Song Jianmei picked up several unbroken bowls from the ground with her bare hands.

Qiao Nansheng is sweeping up trash.

Looking at them, Song Lingge was utterly fed up.

Why is it that good people always suffer in this world?

Nie Ergou can cause trouble and then just walk away without a care in the world.

Song Jianmei, who opened her shop in a proper and orderly manner, ended up having to clean up a mess.

How do people with no money and no status survive?