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

"Now that it's finished, why don't we go and read it together, Grandpa Zhao?"

"Great! After Lingge agreed, I really wanted to see it."

Qiao Nansheng helped Zhao Zhangguo up to the second floor, glancing back at Song Lingge.

What does he mean?

Did the two of them bypass the author and reach a consensus?

However, these two readers were more influential than the author, and Song Lingge couldn't afford to offend them, so she had no choice but to quickly follow them up.

Song Lingge turned on her computer and opened the document. To accommodate Zhao Zhangguo, she significantly increased the word count.

Qiao Nansheng noticed that Song Lingge's boudoir also lacked extra chairs, so he brought one up from downstairs.

After completing the preparations, the old man and the young man sat down in front of the computer and started reading a novel.

Their expressions were tense and serious, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

Even more nervous than them was Song Lingge, who was sitting on the bed.

The two of them are reading novels; there's no point in her staying here.

Even so, she was willing to sit in the back, feeling restless, wanting to understand her readers' thoughts as soon as possible.

People who don't write won't understand this feeling.

After all, those in this line of work should avoid focusing too much on the readers.

However, no author can truly ignore the thoughts of their readers.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional click of Qiao Nansheng's mouse.

Song Lingge was really bored, but she could only try to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Haha, this is pretty funny." Zhao Zhangguo laughed out loud.

"Exactly, these doggerel poems are so funny. But it's also possible that our great writer Song can't write poetry and can only come up with these doggerel poems."

Qiao Nansheng couldn't resist teasing Song Lingge.

See? This is a precise critique from a reader.

Song Lingge felt a sense of social annihilation.

Soon, Zhao Zhangguo and Qiao Nansheng were once again caught in a tense atmosphere.

"This father is such a beast! This is his own daughter!"

I never expected Zhao Zhangguo to be so adorable when I read the novel; the comments he made were so different from his real personality.

"There's nothing he can do. He doesn't know yet that Lan Wei is his biological daughter, so he's developing this illusion of love."

As expected of Qiao Nansheng, he accurately identified the core of the problem.

However, these two people read books incredibly fast; they can read ten lines at a glance.

"Ahhh... I've finished reading it, but it's not enough! Author, please update!"

Where did Zhao Zhangguo learn this phrase? Paired with his deeply lined face and starry eyes, it's both adorable and laughable.

It's even more interesting than the novels written by Song Lingge.

"What a wonderful story, but it wasn't enough, I didn't get enough of it."

Qiao Nansheng gave a rare positive opinion.

Song Lingge beamed with joy.

"Giggle cluck..."

"Lingge, Lingge, wake up! How did you fall asleep? You're not afraid of catching a cold without taking off your clothes. Old man, don't you know how to keep an eye on things?"

Song Lingge rubbed her eyes, and what came into view was Lin Xiuzhi's face.

Wasn't Lin Xiuzhi downstairs preparing New Year's Eve dinner with Song Jianmei? What's she doing here?

Song Lingge's mind was blank. She threw off the blanket that had been draped over her and sat up.

"It's okay for her to sleep for a while. Nan Sheng covered her with a blanket, so she won't catch a cold."

Zhao Zhangguo's voice came through.

Song Lingge couldn't help but chuckle to herself, thinking of Zhao Zhangguo's coquettish behavior when he urged her to update the chapter earlier.

"This child is happy again. I wonder what wonderful dream he's having, he's been laughing happily the whole time."

Dreaming?

Was I just dreaming?

Song Lingge rubbed her eyes again. Lin Xiuzhi was standing by the bed. Zhao Zhangguo and Qiao Nansheng were still reading novels at the computer desk, but now they turned around to look at her.

Song Lingge quickly got up, walked closer to the computer to look at the contents, and then saw the message about traveling incognito.

So, were all those complaints from readers just now really just her dreaming?

This is too embarrassing!

No wonder Zhao Zhangguo in my dream was so adorable; he was nothing like his usual self.

However, Qiao Nansheng has always maintained a somewhat sarcastic persona.

At that moment, Song Lingge's eyes met Qiao Nansheng's, and she read a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Song Lingge's face immediately turned bright red.

Fortunately, Lin Xiuzhi came to the rescue in time: "Dinner's almost ready, everyone go downstairs! Jianmei and I were cooking when we came out and everyone was gone. We searched for a long time before we found you all upstairs. What were you all doing in Lingge's room?"

If you've already helped me out of that predicament, why is Lin Xiuzhi still squinting at the computer screen?

Song Lingge quickly went over and closed the document, then shut down the computer.

"Is dinner ready? I'm starving, let's go!"

This unusual behavior immediately caught Lin Xiuzhi's attention, but she didn't have time to investigate the old man and the young man right now.

"Let's go, let's go. Don't leave Jianmei waiting down there alone."

"Okay, I'll come right after I shut down my computer."

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi went downstairs first, while Song Lingge and others shut down their computers.

She turned her head and saw that Qiao Nansheng was still there.

Why don't you go downstairs?

"I'll be waiting for you!"

It sounded like a heartwarming remark, but Song Lingge knew that Qiao Nansheng was waiting here just to be the first to complain about her.

She was mentally prepared.

"Go ahead and say whatever you want. I have an incredibly strong mental fortitude."

Qiao Nansheng raised his left eyebrow and teased with a smile, "You're incredibly shameless, aren't you! But before I tell you, I'm more curious about what you just dreamed about?"

You really know how to rub salt in the wound. I've never seen Qiao Nansheng be such a clueless person before!

Song Lingge glared at him fiercely, "No comment!"

Qiao Nansheng wasn't in a hurry. He crossed his arms, exuding confidence, and nonchalantly said, "Then I have no opinion either."

"Qiao Nansheng, this is unacceptable." Song Lingge was getting impatient. She had shown them the sights just to hear their opinions.

Qiao Nansheng saw that the computer screen was black, so he pushed her from behind.

As he walked, he said, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go down now so they don't get impatient."

A table full of dishes was laid out on the table; as expected of my aunt, this was indeed a New Year's Eve dinner.

This is just too much.

"Auntie, you're amazing! It looks delicious!" Song Lingge couldn't resist picking up a piece of braised pig's ear and putting it in her mouth.

Lin Xiuzhi patted her hand with a smile: "Go wash your hands, you little glutton."

"Grandpa Zhao, Grandma Lin, Aunt, I'll head back now."

“Why go back? Nansheng, just stay here and eat with us!” Lin Xiuzhi said.

“Nansheng, you haven’t tried my cooking yet, have you? Lingge said today is a trial, so you can eat here!” Song Jianmei also urged.

How will Qiao Nansheng handle the elders' enthusiastic attempts to persuade him to stay?

Although Song Lingge went to wash her hands, she kept an eye on the response outside.