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

"Why not?"

"The principle of never deceiving is unacceptable. If exceptions are made for every special situation, then this principle is better off not existing."

Song Lingge was unreasonable but also very assertive.

Qiao Nansheng looked at her thoughtfully. She must be hiding some secret from him, which is why she was arguing so strongly on this point.

However, the argument has continued without reaching a conclusion.

They're dating, not negotiating.

Qiao Nansheng lowered his head first: "Then the second point will be changed to trusting each other no matter what happens."

This pleased Song Lingge greatly, and she nodded in satisfaction, indicating her approval.

"Thirdly, you said I'm magnanimous and will give in to you a little." Qiao Nansheng wanted to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve.

Unexpectedly, Song Lingge seemed to see through him and generously said, "I haven't thought about the third point yet, so I'll leave it for now and discuss it later."

Very good, this is more advantageous for Qiao Nansheng, he nodded in satisfaction.

The two chatted while setting off fireworks, but they ended up having a lot of conversation but not many fireworks, leaving quite a few unused.

Song Lingge looked at the large bag of fireworks and felt troubled.

Why did you buy so much?

Qiao Nansheng was also a little worried. When he bought it, he just wanted Song Lingge to have fun.

Who knew I'd be worrying about having fun now?

"It's alright. School starts on the Lantern Festival, so we can bring it to school and let Jingchu and the others set it off."

Qiao Nansheng is really good to Jingchu.

For some reason, Song Lingge remembered the gossip that used to circulate at school.

Some people say that Qiao Nansheng's aloofness and reluctance to interact with others are because he and Jing Chu are a couple.

If they are a couple, then who is the top and who is the bottom?

Jing Chu looked tall and strong, more like the dominant one.

However, Qiao Nansheng's decisive and uncompromising nature makes him more like the dominant one in terms of personality.

......

Song Lingge's thoughts drifted far away without her realizing it, until Qiao Nansheng startled her and brought her back to reality.

"What are you thinking about? Your face is all red."

How could I possibly tell him what I just thought?

Song Lingge awkwardly explained, "N-nothing."

Qiao Nansheng stared at her, looking her up and down: "Song Lingge, this is really unfair of you. The three rules were just agreed upon, are you already going to start being dishonest?"

Hearing him say that, Song Lingge felt even more certain that her choice was right.

"We agreed to trust each other, don't you trust me?"

She managed to smooth things over, and Qiao Nansheng helplessly ruffled her hair.

Song Lingge pushed his hand away, tidying her messy hair as she said, "Auntie plans to open her business on the eighth day of the lunar new year, and we can set off fireworks then."

"Alright, then we'll take it to the store."

"Then let's go back now!"

I want to spend New Year's Eve with you.

Song Lingge glanced at her watch; it was only a little before ten o'clock, and the New Year was still a long way off.

Even though they live in the same neighborhood, it's not really appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together and go home too late.

Song Lingge patted Qiao Nansheng on the shoulder, saying that it was understandable for a young man to be experiencing his first love.

"There's plenty of time in the future, let's just let it go this time. Besides, it's not comfortable for my aunt to be alone with my grandparents at home."

Qiao Nansheng didn't want to force him, so he reluctantly agreed: "Then I'll take you back first."

"It's only a short distance! We don't even need to leave the neighborhood. Let's all go home!"

"No way!" Qiao Nansheng refused decisively this time.

However, Song Lingge liked this assertiveness, so she and Qiao Nansheng walked home under the cover of night.

There was no moon tonight, and the dim streetlights cast their shadows, which appeared to grow larger and smaller from time to time.

A thought suddenly flashed through Song Lingge's mind: it would be nice if we could keep going like this forever.

"Huh?" Qiao Nansheng asked in surprise.

Song Lingge looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Nansheng pointed to the Zhao family's house, indicating that they had already arrived.

Song Lingge was a little disappointed; she hadn't expected the road to be so close.

"Then you go back, I'm going in!" Song Lingge turned to leave.

Qiao Nansheng found it amusing and grabbed her arm: "I'm pointing this out to you. Even if Grandpa Zhao and the others were asleep, they would definitely leave a light on for you before you came back. But right now, it doesn't look like anyone's home."

Song Lingge then noticed that the house was completely dark; the lights were indeed off.

In her panic, she blurted out, "I hope nothing bad has happened."

Qiao Nansheng tapped her head and couldn't help but laugh: "It hasn't been that long, and it's in the neighborhood, what could possibly happen?"

Qiao Nansheng was unaware of what Song Lingge had gone through, so he didn't instinctively feel any lingering fear.

But Song Lingge was different; she was murdered by the person she shared a bed with.

She would instinctively feel afraid if things suddenly went wrong.

At this moment, Song Lingge realized with shock how deep the hurt Fang Guanghua had caused her in her past life was.

She remembered hearing a term before: post-traumatic stress disorder.

Fortunately, Qiao Nansheng was beside her. She grabbed his arm and tried to remain calm as she asked, "My mind is a bit muddled right now. So, can you tell me where they should be? Maybe we should go back and check. Perhaps they forgot to leave a light on."

The probability of this is zero.

It goes without saying how much the Zhao family elders valued Song Lingge; how could they possibly rest before she even returned, let alone turn off all the lights?

"Don't worry, why don't we go to my house first? I have a feeling they haven't come back yet."

You mean they went to your house?

Although it seems unlikely, you never know.

Song Lingge took a deep breath. "Let's go then, let's go to your house first."

Qiao Nansheng stopped her again, "Let's go to your house first."

"Didn't you just say they weren't home?"

"What I mean is, let's go back and leave a light on. You'll definitely be coming back to rest later, so it won't be too dark when you come back. Besides, it's Chinese New Year, so having the lights on makes it look more festive."

I never imagined that Qiao Nansheng had such a thoughtful side.

Song Lingge nodded and went home with him to turn on the lights in the foyer.

The house was exactly the same as when they left, so Zhao Zhangguo and the others probably didn't come back.

So the two of them headed towards the Qin family's house.

"You usually seem like such a calm person, but you're actually so easily flustered," Qiao Nansheng said casually.

Song Lingge did not answer.

Her reaction was a bit too much.

But only she knew that she could no longer bear the loss of her loved ones.

On the last night of the year, a thought suddenly began to sprout in her mind.

"Lingge, don't be afraid. Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin will definitely live to be a hundred years old. Your mother will definitely be watching over you from heaven."

It turned out that Qiao Nansheng understood.

Even though he didn't know everything that had happened to Song Lingge, he could still read her emotions from that moment of panic.

In the darkness, Qiao Nansheng couldn't see that a bright tear slipped from the corner of Song Lingge's eye.

But then, a hand suddenly reached out and clasped his tightly.

The sudden chill made Qiao Nansheng shiver.