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

Song Lingge sensed his unease.

She walked over and took his hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Wouldn't this be better?" Song Lingge asked with a smile.

Her smile was like a spring breeze, blowing into Qiao Nansheng's heart.

In this world, what can compare to mutual love?

If so, it must be someone you both love, someone who can understand your heart.

Qiao Nansheng was very fortunate to have found this person.

The two people appeared hand in hand in front of the Zhao family elders.

The smiles on Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi's faces were almost overflowing.

Song Lingge led Qiao Nansheng to a seat.

He smiled and said, "Our classmate Qiao Nansheng was shy, so I had to personally bring him down."

Just a moment ago he felt that he and she were of one mind, but now Qiao Nansheng just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Lin Xiuzhi pretended to be angry and slapped Song Lingge.

"You silly girl, you can't keep your mouth shut. Why do you blurt everything out?"

The implication is that Qiao Nansheng has no pride.

Song Lingge said with a smile, "You and Grandpa aren't outsiders, so what I'm saying isn't talking to outsiders, it should be called—talking to insiders."

Zhao Zhangguo smiled and shook his head, completely helpless with this granddaughter.

In the end, Lin Xiuzhi could only slap her hand and say with a smile, "Go wash your hands, dinner is about to be served."

At this moment, Qiao Nansheng stood up awkwardly.

It immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Qiao Nansheng said awkwardly, "I, I'll go wash my hands too."

Lin Xiuzhi was stunned. Had they accidentally shot friendly forces?

She could only try to maintain a more friendly smile and said gently, "Okay, come over for dinner after you've washed up."

Qiao Nansheng quickly fled the restaurant as if he were escaping.

It was a strange feeling. Everyone knew about his relationship with Song Lingge, but everyone pretended not to know.

As the person involved, he genuinely felt embarrassed.

I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Why are you so shy? Haven't you always wanted me to acknowledge your identity?"

Song Lingge followed him in and teased him in a low voice.

Qiao Nansheng frowned as he looked at her, then leaned closer and whispered, "Today was the first time I had dinner with them as their boyfriend, but I was forced to admit it, and I wasn't prepared at all."

Song Lingge stared at him with great interest.

How come I never noticed how cute Qiao Nansheng is before?

At that moment, he looked just like a frightened little squirrel, his tense expression making him appear like one.

Song Lingge took his hand and said gently, "Just be yourself, just like you are now. It's already good enough that you're like this."

The young couple whispered to each other in the kitchen and lingered for quite a while before finally coming out.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi ignored them and didn't urge them.

But my eyes keep drifting uncontrollably toward the kitchen.

After they came out and sat down, Lin Xiuzhi, who was the last to take her seat, chose a seat next to Qiao Nansheng.

“Come on, Nansheng, try this fish. I remember you especially love eating fish.”

Lin Xiuzhi picked up a piece of fish belly meat with her chopsticks and gave it to Qiao Nansheng.

"Thank you, Grandma Lin." Qiao Nansheng quickly handed over the bowl.

Song Lingge said with dissatisfaction, "Grandma is biased. She always gave me the belly of the fish before."

"Okay, okay, I'll get you a piece of fish tail." Lin Xiuzhi said as she picked up a piece of fish tail for her.

"Huh?" Song Lingge's face was full of question marks.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Zhangguo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, Qiao Nansheng secretly switched the two bowls.

"I like to eat fish tails, so I can switch with Lingge."

It must be said that Qiao Nansheng is very shrewd.

This move further increased Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi's satisfaction with him.

The dinner was a pleasure for both the host and guests.

However, tonight, the young couple completely switched genders.

Qiao Nansheng was like a timid young wife who had just entered the house.

Song Lingge, on the other hand, transformed into a rough and tough man.

However, this had a surprising effect; it seemed that none of the Zhao family members were affected by Song Jianping's situation.

Song Lingge's tactic of bringing good luck through marriage was quite effective.

After dinner, in front of Qiao Nansheng, Zhao Zhangguo, and Lin Xiuzhi, Song Lingge took the initiative to make a phone call to Song Jianping.

The main purpose was to arrange to visit Hele Manor to extend New Year's greetings tomorrow.

This was the first time Song Lingge had followed Song Jianping's instructions and called him before going.

Song Jianping's tone was hard to discern over the phone, but he was clearly pleased that Song Lingge had taken the initiative to call and inform him.

The two quickly agreed on a time to meet at 11 a.m. the next day.

Then, Qiao Nansheng stayed at the Zhao family's house for a while longer before preparing to go home.

Lin Xiuzhi asked Song Lingge to see him off.

???

Do we still need to deliver to people in the same neighborhood?

"Grandma, really? It's so close, why would we need to send her?" Song Lingge said, dissatisfied.

It's true what they say, marrying a grandson-in-law means forgetting about the granddaughter.

However, before Song Lingge could even complain, Lin Xiuzhi pushed her out of the house.

Song Lingge got angry when she saw Qiao Nansheng laughing heartily, and she made up her mind to play a trick on him.

Although the weather was great during the New Year, with clear skies every day.

But it was still quite cold at night.

Qiao Nansheng held Song Lingge's hand and put both her hand and his into his pocket.

The two walked slowly, deliberately strolling around the perimeter of the residential area, just to digest their food.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you tomorrow?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Song Lingge nodded: "I plan to go an hour earlier than the time I agreed with him tomorrow."

Qiao Nansheng immediately understood what she meant, but still confirmed it.

"You want me to observe Nie Ergou at that time?"

Song Lingge smiled, stretched out her other hand from her pocket, and gave Qiao Nansheng a thumbs up.

"As expected of Qiao Nansheng, he understands things immediately."

"Put your hand in there, doesn't it feel cold? Don't try to flatter me, I don't fall for that."

Song Lingge even pulled her hand away from Qiao Nansheng's, teasing him with a smile: "I won't put it in. If it gets cold, I'll freeze it for you. Who told you not to tell the truth?"

"How have I not told the truth?"

"You weren't telling the truth just now. Do you dare to say you really won't fall for this?"

"Okay, okay, I'll take that. Hurry up and put your hand in, or you'll freeze."

"Then go after me. If you win me over, I'll do whatever you say."

After saying that, Song Lingge turned and ran.

Qiao Nansheng immediately chased after him, but deliberately slowed down.

After exercising for a while, you won't have to worry about getting cold.

Little did he know that his deliberate leniency would invite Song Lingge's ridicule.

"Qiao Nansheng, you're not good enough! You're lacking in exercise."

This remark ignited Qiao Nansheng's competitive spirit.

He darted forward and, with lightning speed, grabbed Song Lingge.

"Who are you saying is no good?" he said, tickling her as he spoke.

Song Lingge laughed uncontrollably, clutching her waist and begging for mercy: "I, I, I, it's my fault, okay?"

Qiao Nansheng then let Song Lingge go and tidied up her hair that had been messed up from running around.

Under the dim streetlights, the two people's shadows stretched long.

Just like their lives.