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

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qiao Nansheng went back to his grandfather's house for half a day.

Originally, Song Lingge planned to spend a day there, but Qin Yu called to tell her that she had gone to the Qin family to find him.

This flattered Qiao Nansheng, so he rushed back immediately.

Song Lingge's gift arrived in Qiao Nansheng's room on the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Ultimately, it's because Qiao Nansheng couldn't wait!

Firstly, this was the first time Song Lingge had given him a gift.

Secondly, Song Lingge's expression was really strange when the gift was mentioned last night.

At the Qiao family home, Qiao Nansheng was somewhat absent-minded, his mind solely focused on getting back as soon as possible.

"What is this?" Qiao Nansheng was really puzzled.

It was a huge, soft cloth bag. He couldn't imagine what it was.

"That's good. It's not meant to be looked at."

As she spoke, Song Lingge pushed Qiao Nansheng forward, but she lost her balance and fell backward with him.

Fortunately, the huge cloth bag caught them both completely.

It's soft and fluffy, very comfortable.

Qiao Nansheng rested his hands behind his head.

Song Lingge couldn't be as comfortable as him; she was lying on top of him.

If the Qin family were to break in and see this scene, who knows what kind of storm it would cause.

Song Lingge quickly stood up and hurriedly explained, "This is called a beanbag chair. I made it myself. Last time I came to your room, there wasn't a single place to sit, so I thought I'd give you one."

"You were planning to give me a gift so long ago?"

Although receiving furniture as a New Year's gift was rather odd, Qiao Nansheng valued Song Lingge's sentiment even more.

Song Lingge didn't hesitate and replied generously, "You've helped me so much all this time, so it's only right that I prepare a gift for you."

This answer isn't very encouraging.

Song Lingge continued, "After I came to your room last time, I saw that you had so many books. I wondered if you were reading at your desk or on your bed. After thinking about it, I decided to give you a beanbag chair."

This answer is pleasing.

Qiao Nansheng nodded: "Thank you, it's very comfortable."

She added, "I like it very much."

Song Lingge breathed a sigh of relief. It was wonderful that Qiao Nansheng, who had a very girlish heart, liked this practical gift.

"You can sit here to read from now on. I used to do it this way, and it's very comfortable."

"Before? I didn't see it in your room!"

......

It's true that the more you say, the more wrong you become.

Forgot about this, that's terrible.

It seems I need to be more careful with my words and actions in the future, otherwise I might bring trouble upon myself.

There are many things that Song Lingge cannot explain clearly.

"My old one broke from sitting on it too much, so I threw it away. I thought this one would be more useful, so I made a new one for you!"

Fortunately, I was quick-witted and soon came up with an excuse.

"Will it break? Then I'll sit less often in the future," Qiao Nansheng said honestly.

This was the first gift Song Lingge gave to Qiao Nansheng, and he wanted to cherish it.

Seeing that Qiao Nansheng wasn't paying much attention to what had just happened, Song Lingge quickly changed the subject.

"Sofas are for sitting on, so of course you should sit on them as much as possible. That shows you like the gift I gave you!"

That being said, but...

Seeing the hesitation in Qiao Nansheng's eyes, Song Lingge smiled knowingly and said, "Just sit here without worry. If you break it, I'll make you a new one."

Qiao Nansheng stared at her intently: "For life?"

"Okay, forever."

The vow was precious, and both of them took it very seriously.

It took Song Lingge immense courage to make this decision.

Moreover, she doesn't have much dating experience.

She just felt that the person who could reciprocate her heart was Qiao Nansheng.

She was only willing to try again with Qiao Nansheng.

"Could you take your aunt there later? She can't stay here any longer and wants to go back to Meishi Songxiang as soon as possible."

Qiao Nansheng nodded. "How about we go now?"

Compared to Song Lingge, no, compared to Song Jianmei, he hoped she could go back sooner.

He always felt that it wasn't so convenient for him to go over to Song Jianmei's family.

Both were decisive people, and soon Song Jianmei packed her things and got into the car.

She didn't bring anything with her when she came.

But when she left, the Zhao family elders prepared a lot for her.

Song Jianmei almost felt a lump in her throat and burst into tears in front of everyone, but fortunately she managed to hold them back.

This was the first time she had ever experienced having elders in her family; so this is what it's like.

Although she knew very well that Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi were only being so kind to her because of Song Lingge.

But I still feel melted by this warmth.

Despite the earnest attempts by the Zhao family elders to persuade her to stay, she firmly refused.

Who wouldn't crave such a warm family atmosphere?

However, Song Jianmei has her own bottom line when it comes to being a person.

Since the Zhao family and Song Lingge have been so good to her, she feels indebted to them.

Then she should run "Delicious Songxiang" well as a way of repaying them.

In the future, she will give two-thirds of the profits to Song Lingge.

Of the remaining third, part was used for the shop's daily expenses, and the rest was considered her salary.

Song Lingge said they were partners, but she herself couldn't be so shameless.

Of course, these were all Song Jianmei's little thoughts, and she didn't tell anyone.

When "Delicious Song Fragrance" earns its first sum of money and saves it for Song Lingge, they will give them a big surprise.

“Nansheng, I’m troubling you again today. I was going to take the bus home by myself, but Lingge said that buses are closed on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so it’s not that convenient,” Song Jianmei said.

Qiao Nansheng glanced at Song Jianmei in the rearview mirror and replied with a smile, "Aunt Song, it's no trouble at all, it's my pleasure."

The two exchanged a few polite words, and then fell silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Qiao Nansheng couldn't bring himself to say anything against his will to keep him, and Song Jianmei didn't want him to get too close to Song Lingge either.

She was very dissatisfied with Qiao Nansheng's reply of "it should be".

What should be done?

There's no such thing as obligation in friendship; it really sounds like he's calling himself a son-in-law of the Song family.

“Grandma and Grandpa have been trying to persuade my aunt to stay until the third day of the Lunar New Year, but she just won’t go,” Song Lingge explained.

The beggar still has three days until the New Year!

Song Jianmei laughed and said, "How could I possibly eat and drink for free at my in-laws' house for so long? Besides, the store is about to open, and there's still a lot to tidy up. I'll feel more at ease if I go back."

Song Lingge nodded helplessly, "Yes, yes, I feel more at ease going back. Such a big shop can't be stolen by robbers."

This lighthearted banter eased the awkward atmosphere in the car considerably.

Song Jianmei laughed so hard she could hardly breathe: "You silly child, how can you be so funny?"

Suddenly, Song Lingge coldly shouted, "Aunt, quickly lie down on the chair."

Song Jianmei was confused, but she still obediently lay down on the chair.

The tension inside the car instantly escalated.

Song Jianmei remained lying down and asked softly, "What's wrong?"