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

"Grandpa, Grandma, I have a task for you two."

Song Lingge explained her plans in detail, and Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi made slight adjustments based on their understanding.

The two elderly people, who were nearing the end of their lives, became exceptionally enthusiastic at this time.

Soon, the three generations of the family devised a plan to avenge their daughter (or mother).

"Okay, I'll go cook now." Lin Xiuzhi stood up and stretched.

Song Lingge quickly got up: "I'll go with you."

Lin Xiuzhi shook her head, pointed upstairs, and whispered, "It's been so long, and Nansheng hasn't even had a sip of water. Hurry up and go up!"

Zhao Zhangguo also said, "Go ahead, I'll go help your grandma. Let's treat my future grandson-in-law well today."

Teased by her grandfather, Song Lingge blushed and quickly went to pour water before running upstairs.

A hearty laugh came from behind me.

As soon as Song Lingge stepped onto the last step of the second floor, she saw Qiao Nansheng engrossed in reading a novel.

She tiptoed in and stood behind Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nan suddenly turned around, startling her so much that she almost knocked over the water glass in her hand.

Fortunately, Qiao Nansheng was quick-witted and nimble. He put his left arm around her waist and grabbed her hand holding the water glass with his right hand, thus helping her to steady herself.

Once Song Lingge had regained her footing, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she said indignantly, "I kindly brought you water to drink, and you actually scared me."

Qiao Nansheng took the water and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he placed both hands in front of his chest, looked directly at Song Lingge, and said jokingly, "This is to punish you."

"What punishment will I receive?"

Song Lingge truly couldn't understand this punishment.

She confessed to her family that she was in love with Qiao Nansheng, and she always thought that it should be a very romantic thing for Qiao Nansheng, who was full of girlish feelings.

Qiao Nansheng will definitely be very happy if she does this.

But why is this the outcome now?

Instead, they'll be punished?

Qiao Nansheng looked at her and teased, "Isn't Song supposed to be very smart? How come you couldn't guess this?"

Song Lingge ignored the question and looked at the content displayed on the computer.

"Didn't I finish reading this chapter last time?"

“I’ve finished reading it. Last time I was accommodating Grandpa Song’s speed. With my ability to read ten lines at a glance, this number of words isn’t enough for me to read.”

Song Lingge glanced at him; as an author, she dreaded hearing those words the most.

God knows how many sleepless nights she poured her heart and soul into writing this many words.

And yet I was still criticized—for such a short word count.

Qiao Nansheng leaned closer to her and asked again, "Why didn't you answer the question from earlier?"

The two were so close that Song Lingge could even count Qiao Nansheng's eyelashes.

The close proximity made her panic, and she hurriedly reached out to push Qiao Nansheng away.

Qiao Nansheng, who had been standing with his long legs crossed, almost fell over when she pushed him.

After Song Lingge saw this, she reached out and pulled him again.

The two of them fell onto the bed without any warning.

This was the first time Qiao Nansheng had ever been in contact with Song Lingge's bed.

The soft, pink floral cotton sheets have a distinctly feminine feel.

It smells nice; it's the scent of a very pleasant laundry detergent.

Qiao Nansheng was reluctant to get up, but his upbringing made him instantly choose sobriety over despair.

He stood up and reached out to pull Song Lingge along.

He still couldn't resist teasing her: "Song, don't be so violent!"

Song Lingge pushed his hand away and stood up on her own.

If he wasn't the culprit, how could she have fallen down?

What if Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi saw what just happened?

Qiao Nansheng carefully observed Song Lingge's expression.

Song Lingge's current silence and expressionless demeanor made him a little uneasy, afraid that he might accidentally anger her.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Those who bravely admit their mistakes are the first to enjoy life.

Qiao Nansheng moved closer to Song Lingge and said in a conciliatory tone, "I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. I'm weak and frail. I'll go back and train more to strengthen my lower body."

Song Lingge turned her head away and ignored him.

Qiao Nansheng turned around and leaned close to her again: "Can you accept the beating and punishment?"

Song Lingge tilted her pretty face and asked, "Weren't you just going to punish me?"

Qiao Nansheng frowned and replied pitifully, "Is that considered punishment?"

Song Lingge remained noncommittal. "Then tell me, why punish me?"

"Didn't you yourself agree to keep it a secret and not tell your family?"

This request was indeed made by Song Lingge, but she had her reasons for not wanting to disclose them at the time.

But unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better just one day later.

She then revealed the reason.

Qiao Nansheng, listen to my excuses!

Song Lingge coughed lightly to clear her throat, showing no sign of panic.

She said confidently, "My family has so many upsetting things going on. My grandparents are getting old, and it's always bad news. What if their bodies can't take it? This is a form of mental therapy. It makes them happy, and naturally, it can offset the gloom brought by those bad news!"

Even if Qiao Nansheng doesn't give this reason a perfect score, he'd give it a perfect score of twelve.

The good health of the two elderly people is more important than anything else.

Song Lingge continued, "The final interpretation right belongs to me. You still have to abide by what you should abide by. After all, our classmate Qiao has a harmonious family, with kind grandparents and filial grandchildren, and doesn't have many worries, right?"

The barrage of praise made Qiao Nansheng feel quite pleased.

Seeing Song Lingge's smug little expression, he felt that he was completely under her thumb.

Whatever she says goes.

Not only did he not object, he also accepted it willingly.

Honey trap.

A thought flashed through Qiao Nansheng's mind.

No matter how many times he read about it in books, he always scoffed at the scheme.

I never imagined that one day I would fall victim to it myself.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you."

Being stubborn was Qiao Nansheng's last way of preserving his dignity.

"Qiao is so generous, I give you a thumbs up."

It must be said that Song Lingge's emotional support was quite timely.

Qiao Nansheng opened a document on his computer, using business as a cover.

"I think it would be better if we changed it like this?"

Song Lingge leaned closer, and Qiao Nansheng marked all the other parts that he felt needed to be modified in red, except for the ones with typos.

If Song Lingge thinks it's okay, she can just change the color.

It must be said that this man is truly very meticulous.

Song Lingge carefully revised the article, occasionally discussing it with Qiao Nansheng.

The two of them are very compatible in everything they do.

"Lingge, Nansheng, come down for dinner," Lin Xiuzhi called from the stairwell.

Qiao Nansheng suddenly became shy.

He heard every single word Zhao Zhangguo said about his prospective grandson-in-law.

Tonight, he will officially have his first dinner with Song Lingge's most important family as her boyfriend.

His nervousness exceeded that of accompanying Song Lingge as a translator.