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

Song Lingge took Qiao Nansheng's arm and walked to the car.

Qiao Nansheng said cautiously, "How about we go look somewhere else?"

Song Lingge smiled and shook her head, gazing once more at the direction of the setting sun.

Smiling, she said, "No need, today's beauty is already etched in my mind."

Qiao Nansheng asked with some surprise, "Aren't you angry about what Xia Jiaojiao said just now? I'm sorry, I should have handled it better."

Song Lingge brought him up several times, but Qiao Nansheng wasn't a fool like Xia Jiaojiao.

He naturally understood what Song Lingge meant.

Two women are fighting over a man; no matter what, that man shouldn't hide behind them.

However, given their current relationship, Qiao Nansheng was truly feeling powerless and had a headache.

His headache did not come from Xia Jiaojiao.

He asked himself, and he was already quite clear about his rejection of Xia Jiaojiao.

In fact, simply announcing his relationship with Song Lingge would be better than any argument.

However, Song Lingge refused.

What else can we do? He chose this woman, he chose this path; we have to grit our teeth and walk with her to the end.

Song Lingge could see his helplessness.

She moved closer to him, half-whining, and said, "I'm not angry, and you shouldn't be angry either. I know you've done enough, which is why I stopped you just now."

Seeing this, Qiao Nansheng suggested, "Why don't we go public? These troubles are nothing."

Ultimately, the person who cares most about his status is Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng felt uncomfortable when Song Lingge mentioned that she was his classmate.

How he wished that Song Lingge could be as honest in front of everyone as she was in front of the Zhao family elders.

Song Lingge's eyes darted around, and whenever this happened, Qiao Nansheng knew she was up to no good again.

“You’re going abroad soon. How about this, we’ll make it public when you return.”

Flanking maneuvers.

"It was clearly stated when we made the agreement that we could tell our classmates," Qiao Nansheng argued.

“I mean, you can tell classmates like Shaofen, Xiuxiu, and Jingchu, how can Xia Jiaojiao be compared to them?” Song Lingge retorted without backing down.

First Blood.

“You didn’t raise any exceptions back then.”

"Yes, I didn't bring it up, but you did, and you spoke righteously about how they were like Jingchu."

Song Lingge gave a sly smile.

Qiao Nansheng never expected that his loose tongue would backfire so badly.

Double Kill.

Qiao Nansheng was a little annoyed. Why was it so difficult to obtain a legal status?

As expected, people are never satisfied, including Qiao Nansheng.

Before this, all I wanted was to be with Song Lingge.

After we got together, we wanted more.

Although his request is reasonable, each case should be analyzed individually.

Song Lingge thought for a moment and then suddenly said, "Speaking of which, Xia Jiaojiao and Fang Guanghua are somewhat similar."

It was Song Lingge who brought up Fang Guanghua, thus attracting Qiao Nansheng's attention.

"How is it similar?"

“Fang Guanghua was like this before. He started pursuing me when I first entered university. Although he was very proactive, he never explicitly confessed his feelings to me.”

If he confessed his feelings to you, would you agree to be with him?

Song Lingge shook her head; she did not like Fang Guanghua at first.

“He’s too flamboyant, so many people have come to think that we’re together. That’s what’s happening with Xia Jiaojiao now, but you’ve done a better job than me; you haven’t given her a single chance to get close.”

Qiao Nansheng didn't seem particularly happy about the sudden praise.

Having experienced similar situations too many times, his wary intuition told him that this was a sugar-coated bullet thrown at him by the other party.

Song Lingge stared straight at him and said seriously, "I turned down the exchange student offer. I've thought about it and there might be another chance for our year, maybe Xia Jiaojiao. If she goes abroad with you, even if you're unfamiliar with the place, you can't get close to her."

Qiao Nansheng's mind was buzzing.

This was the first time Song Lingge had shown him possessiveness.

Poor him, he had been tricked by Song Lingge so many times. Just now, he thought Song Lingge was going to use tricks to corrupt him again.

Unexpectedly, this time was different, and Song Lingge also felt a sense of crisis.

In Nanzhou, Qiao Nansheng would never be interested in Xia Jiaojiao.

However, in the United States, being alone in a foreign land, classmates from the same school will naturally feel closer.

Is Song Lingge taking precautions to prevent a potential problem?

Qiao Nansheng said to himself a million times: Song Lingge, believe me, I won't.

But he always had a smug little expression on his face.

"I promise, I will never get close to her."

Song Lingge looked into the distance and said slowly, "I used to think I would never be with Fang Guanghua."

???

What's happening here?

Qiao Nansheng was stunned.

Song Lingge looked at him, put her index finger on his lips, and stopped him from saying anything.

"Let me finish. I'm afraid I won't have the courage to tell you again later."

The two were sitting in the car when Qiao Nansheng heard a story.

"I don't know if it was out of habit or because I was really moved, but I got together with Fang Guanghua. We got married not long after graduation. After marriage, I had a miscarriage of our first child. Several years later, I had a daughter who was very well-behaved and sensible."

At first, Song Lingge's words really frightened Qiao Nansheng.

But as you listen to it more, it sounds like a very realistic story.

He couldn't quite tell if Song Lingge was conceiving a novel and describing the plot to him.

So he listened to her very attentively.

"After I married Fang Guanghua, he was quite considerate to me. At the time, I didn't notice anything amiss, and because of my daughter, I overlooked many minor details. Now that I think about it, his gentleness and consideration towards me, and his expressions of love, were mostly when he needed my help, such as when he used my father's money to buy a factory."

“I’m not someone who puts love above all else, so as long as I could get through a dull marriage, I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with it. But then one day, while I was traveling, I received a call from my daughter.”

Song Lingge's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her expression was one of despair.

There's a term called "getting into character," and Qiao Nansheng doesn't know if she's in character yet.

He could only hold her hand tightly, offering her a sliver of warmth.

Song Lingge continued, "They said on the phone that Fang Guanghua had cheated on me. Then the phone hung up, and when I called back, it was always busy. When I got home, I found out that my daughter had jumped off a building. That was the most desperate moment of my life."

“I was depressed for several days. Later I found out that Fang Guanghua was the murderer, but I had no evidence. When my daughter found out about his affair, he pushed her off the building in a panic. When I went to confront him, he killed me too.”

This past life can be described in just a few words.

That was Song Lingge's tragic life.

"It's like I had a dream, in which I spent my whole life with Fang Guanghua."