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

It's just that this path has been too arduous.

The price was too high.

Daughter, mother, and her soul.

"Lingge..."

Qiao Nansheng didn't know what to say.

At this point, he realized that he might not be able to be a diplomat, and for the first time, he experienced the feeling of being at a loss for words.

He could only pull Song Lingge into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.

After a long while, Song Lingge finally raised her head.

Although my eyes were a little red and swollen after crying, I felt a firmness I had never felt before.

Qiao Nansheng didn't know which of his words had touched her.

But at that moment, he knew that their souls had drawn closer.

She and he must have made the same choice.

They are the same kind of people.

"Nansheng, I have to tell you something."

"You said."

Song Lingge wiped her eyes and looked directly into Qiao Nansheng's eyes.

"When we made our agreement, I didn't promise you that I would never lie to you. That's because there's something I lied to you about recently."

Most boyfriends would probably explode upon hearing this.

But Qiao Nansheng felt only joy.

Heaven knows how much effort this poor little thing put in to gain Song Lingge's approval.

Since she chose to be honest, the breakup is definitely over.

What else could Qiao Nansheng possibly argue with her about?

Maintaining a solemn and calm demeanor was Qiao Nansheng's last vestige of dignity.

"Oh? What is it?" He tried his best to hide his inner emotions.

“Before the winter break, Director Yu talked to me about the exchange student program. But I clearly refused at the time.”

"What?" Qiao Nansheng exclaimed.

Although he kept himself in check and tried to remain calm.

However, upon first hearing this news, it's still impossible not to get emotionally charged.

Song Lingge patted his shoulder: "Calm down and let me finish."

Calm down my ass!

No wonder he was so excited when she offered to teach him how to cook last night; it turns out it was all her scheme.

However, when Song Lingge's hand soothed his chest, he seemed to calm down.

However, Qiao Nansheng still had a long face; this was his last act of defiance.

Seeing that he had quieted down, Song Lingge stopped and continued speaking.

But as soon as her hand left, Qiao Nansheng grabbed it back.

So Song Lingge continued to soothe him, saying, "I don't need to go into the details of my family's troubles, you already know them anyway."

"That's why you can understand me better. My grandparents are getting old, and our family isn't like yours, which has many members. They only have me left."

"I can't be so selfish as to give up my relationship with them for my own future."

“Nansheng, do you understand? And you just said that revenge means your daughter will know. If it's me, it means my mother will know.”

"I want to stay in Nanzhou to avenge my mother and fulfill my filial duty to my grandparents."

......

Qiao Nansheng sighed, then said firmly, "Then I won't go either. I'll stay in Nanzhou with you."

Now it was Song Lingge's turn to get anxious, and she hurriedly punched Qiao Nansheng in the chest.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Song Lingge's sudden change of expression caused Qiao Nansheng to feel a sharp pain in his chest.

He rubbed his chest, puzzled, and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about? I mean it. I'll help you with whatever you want to do, and I'll stay by your side."

When it comes to love, Qiao Nansheng believes in one principle: companionship is the most enduring expression of love.

He didn't know where he had gone wrong this time.

Song Lingge stared at him intently: "You'll help me accomplish what I want to do, right?"

Qiao Nansheng did not nod; his intuition told him that this was another trap set by Song Lingge.

He simply stared at her, waiting for her next verdict.

From the very beginning, their relationship was destined to be dominated by Song Lingge.

The person who falls in love first is the weaker party.

As expected, Song Lingge didn't seem to care about his attitude and continued, "Didn't I tell you before that my dream is also to become a diplomat? But I have too many trivial matters to deal with, so could you..."

Song Lingge's voice was choked with sobs, but she still finished speaking, word by word.

"Could you please help me fulfill our shared dream?"

Song Lingge's eyes were sparkling, tears welling up in them, ready to fall at any moment.

When she cried, Qiao Nansheng was completely helpless.

He wiped away the tears from her face.

"Lingge..."

Song Lingge seized the opportunity to continue: "I have my own unavoidable difficulties, which you have all seen. But I still hope to bloom a different kind of flower in this impoverished life."

"Besides revenge, I also want to live my life well. That's definitely what my mother would want to see."

"It's selfish of me to project my dreams onto you, I'm sorry. But I..."

"You don't need to say anything, I agree," Qiao Nansheng said.

"But I have three conditions that you must agree to."

Song Lingge frowned slightly, and her tearful outburst finally convinced Qiao Nansheng to agree to be an exchange student.

But unexpectedly, this person did not lose his last shred of reason and was still able to fight for favorable conditions for himself even in dire straits.

"First, you have to contact me every day."

To be honest, Song Lingge didn't like long-distance relationships.

But if she wants to be with Qiao Nansheng, a long-distance relationship is inevitable.

She had prepared herself mentally, but why did it hurt so much when the decision to separate actually came?

What's more, there's no QQ yet, so she can only contact him by phone; video chat is also not an option.

There were no mobile phones either, and everyone knows the limitations of landlines.

Song Lingge suddenly realized that the predicament she and Qiao Nansheng faced was much more difficult than she had thought.

People say that young couples are most vulnerable to separation.

What's more, they are still in the throes of a passionate romance.

In contrast, Qiao Nansheng's reaction just now was normal.

And she, more or less, is a little abnormal.

Everything she did seemed to be pushing Qiao Nansheng away.

That's not what she really thought; she just didn't want to become an obstacle to Qiao Nansheng's future.

Realizing her mistake, Song Lingge blurted out, "I'll not only call you, I'll also write you a letter."

Words are the most romantic love letters.

Qiao Nansheng chuckled and flicked her nose: "There's no need to write letters, it's too time-consuming, and I don't want to delay your novel writing. So, I'll just write you a letter."

Upon hearing the first half, Song Lingge almost got angry.

But after hearing the end, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Qiao Nansheng was always like this, meticulously and thoughtfully considering everything for her.

Her time was indeed very precious, so Song Lingge did not refuse.

But she made a decision in her heart: to write a book about Qiao Nansheng.

She wrote him into her novel.

Though words are few, feelings are deep; let us tell them over a lifetime.

"What about the second point?"