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

Zhao Zhangguo slowly picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"You mean he just came to see Jianmei?"

Song Lingge nodded: "They talked about all sorts of random things, but the main point was that they came to ask about my aunt's situation."

"You definitely didn't tell me, did you?"

Song Lingge raised an eyebrow smugly: "Of course, why would I betray my aunt? Don't you know your granddaughter well?"

Zhao Zhangguo smiled indulgently: "That's why I'm worried!"

"I just hope that you and Grandma will always worry about me, so that I can receive New Year's money when I reach my aunt's age."

"Isn't it silly to say that?"

"I'm not being silly, this is my wish."

If something as unbelievable as rebirth can happen, what's so strange about longevity?

Zhao Zhangguo glanced at the kitchen and deliberately lowered his voice to speak softly.

“You helped your aunt, and that person is definitely very unhappy with you. I’m afraid you can’t pretend to know anything anymore.”

Song Lingge found a small stool and sat down, resting her chin on her hands, seemingly pondering Zhao Zhangguo's question. It took her a long time to answer.

"I used to think I could take it slow, but it ended up causing trouble for my mom..."

Her voice trembled slightly before she paused to continue, "Grandpa, I don't want to do that anymore. Rather than waiting for them to expose themselves, I'd rather use myself as bait. I want to see what they're really up to."

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Zhangguo's lips as he whispered, "You child, you really don't seem to care if we worry."

Song Lingge shook her head: "If it were Grandma who was here discussing this with me, I wouldn't have answered like that."

Zhao Zhangguo smiled and said, "You don't understand your maternal grandmother. Although she seems gentle and timid, she is actually more capable than me when it comes to trouble."

This was unexpected for Song Lingge.

In her mind, Lin Xiuzhi was a spoiled little woman.

Zhao Zhangguo made all the decisions in the Zhao family, big and small. She used to think that Zhao Zhangguo was a chauvinist.

Who would have thought that Lin Xiuzhi was the mastermind behind it all?

She's just too lazy to get involved, not incapable of doing so.

"Really?"

"Of course, when has Grandpa ever lied to you?"

Song Lingge didn't distrust Zhao Zhangguo; there were still outsiders in the house, and she didn't want to reveal more.

Compared to Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, Song Jianmei can only be considered an outsider.

Song Lingge can spare no effort to help her, but this has to be based on Song Jianmei becoming a better person.

Given her relationship with Song Jianping, Song Lingge didn't want her to get involved.

Often, you simply can't tell whether the people around you are human or ghosts.

Now, Song Lingge is facing a difficult situation and cannot afford to make a single mistake.

Of course, Song Lingge's little thoughts did not escape Zhao Zhangguo's notice, and he understood and changed the subject.

"By the way, after you bought the computer, you spend all your free time holed up in your room. What are you doing?"

Song Lingge picked up the complete collection of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales from the table and waved it around.

"It was also thanks to you, Grandpa, that I bought the computer to write novels."

Zhao Zhangguo wasn't the kind of elder to spoil the mood. After listening, he laughed heartily: "Oh, I see. Then, Grandpa, may I have the pleasure of reading your novel?"

Zhao Zhangguo has a deep understanding of literature, and showing it to him might yield many practical suggestions.

Song Lingge worked overtime every night and had actually finished writing a book long ago.

But she promised someone that he would be her first reader.

"I haven't finished writing it yet. I'll show it to Grandpa when I'm done. But it's a romance novel, Grandpa, are you sure you want to read it?"

"Grandpa will read anything you write."

In that case, Song Lingge needs to speed up the process.

Find a time for Qiao Nansheng to take a look first, preferably in the next few days.

Once the workday arrives, she will need to prepare for submitting her work.

"Grandpa, do you know anyone at the publishing house?"

In the past, Song Lingge would have looked down on taking shortcuts, but interpersonal relationships are meant to be used, and as long as they are not illegal, why not?

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Zhangguo realized that there really was such a person.

I just don't know if it will be helpful to Song Lingge.

“An old friend from many years ago. I’ll try to contact him when I have time, but don’t get your hopes up. We haven’t been in touch for a long time, and I can’t guarantee whether he’s still around.”

The question, "Are you still here?" almost brought tears to Song Lingge's eyes.

The meaning behind Zhao Zhangguo's words at his age goes beyond just whether that person is still in office or not.

There is another layer of meaning.

Is he still alive?

"Grandpa, actually I've finished writing one, but I was a little embarrassed just now, so I told you I hadn't finished it yet."

Song Lingge had thought it through; as long as it wasn't published, Qiao Nansheng would be considered the first reader.

Zhao Zhangguo is now acting as her teacher, correcting her, so she hasn't broken the agreement.

In fact, Song Lingge was able to act so recklessly.

It also stemmed from Qiao Nansheng's indulgence.

She was convinced that Qiao Nansheng wouldn't be angry with her about this.

"Grandma Lin, these are meatballs made by my maternal grandmother. She asked me to bring some over for you to try."

This voice?

You really shouldn't talk about people behind their backs, no, you shouldn't even think about it.

Song Lingge ran to the door first: "Why are you here?"

Qiao Nansheng raised the meatballs on the plate in his hand.

Lin Xiuzhi quickly took it, smiling and saying, "These meatballs look so appetizing! Nansheng, come in and play for a while. Lingge and her grandfather are playing chess!"

Qiao Nansheng glanced at Song Lingge and couldn't help but tease, "Hey, you didn't get angry today. Looks like you didn't lose much!"

"You're the one who can't accept defeat!" Song Lingge glared at him, then turned and left.

Qiao Nansheng caught up with her and walked alongside her, smiling as he said, "Do you want me to help you get revenge?"

Little did they know that these words had already reached Zhao Zhangguo's ears.

Zhao Zhangguo laughed and said, "You won't get your revenge today. I'm going to read Ling Ge's novel."

Before Song Lingge could cover Zhao Zhangguo's mouth, she glanced at Qiao Nansheng and her face immediately turned bright red.

This is a clear sign of guilt!

However, she was truly wronged; she hadn't even done anything wrong before she was caught red-handed.

Qiao Nansheng's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were fixed on Song Lingge.

The calm surface of the lake is turbulent beneath the surface.

Zhao Zhangguo was a man of great talent, and he immediately saw that there was something fishy going on.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Song Lingge went all out, saying with a death wish, "I've finished writing my manuscript. Nansheng originally said he would be the first reader. But today Grandpa said he wanted to read it. If it were someone else, I would definitely have refused."

Zhao Zhangguo smiled thoughtfully; Lin Xiuzhi really did have foresight.

However, seeing Song Lingge's guilty attitude, as an elder and the source of the trouble, he naturally had no choice but to give an explanation.

"No wonder Lingge kept making excuses that she hadn't finished writing and wouldn't let me see it. So that's what happened!"