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

Sometimes, long-distance relationships are the best test of true love.

Those who can withstand long periods of solitude can eventually find peace in the mundane.

That day, the young couple only talked about their feelings for each other, and Song Lingge didn't mention her troubles at all.

Strangely enough, before talking to Qiao Nansheng, she was overwhelmed by all those worries.

After the phone call, even without saying anything, she seemed to have found the direction to take.

Perhaps, this is the best kind of love.

Your companionship has helped me grow.

Early Sunday morning, Song Lingge was fully recharged.

Because I got up so early this morning, I was inspired and wrote a lot of words.

It was Lin Xiuzhi who noticed that she hadn't come downstairs for a long time, so she came upstairs to call her.

Song Lingge then noticed the time and realized she had to hurry to Hele Manor.

"Grandma, could you pack some of your homemade pickled vegetables for me? It's for Dad, don't pack too much."

Song Lingge said to Lin Xiuzhi while washing up.

Lin Xiuzhi ran upstairs again, the old lady was quite nimble.

"Why give it to him?" It wasn't that the old lady was stingy, but if she were to feed what she made to the dogs, she would never agree to that.

Song Lingge spat out the foam in her mouth and said playfully, "My dad only has me as his daughter, so I have to take care of him!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhangguo also came upstairs and patted Lin Xiuzhi on the shoulder.

"Lingge told you to go, so just go and pretend. Don't ask so many questions."

Lin Xiuzhi then muttered as she went downstairs, carrying only a small glass jar of pickled vegetables.

Zhao Zhangguo looked at the computer that was still on and said, "Don't turn off the computer later, Grandpa will read a novel."

Ever since Zhao Zhangguo learned that Song Lingge was writing novels, he has become her second most loyal fan.

My number one fan is naturally Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge smiled and said, "Okay, I won't turn it off, but you have to take care of your eyes! You should rest for a while after looking at it for a while."

Zhao Zhangguo shook his head, looking heartbroken: "I was just helping you so much, and you treat your grandpa like a child."

"Old people are like children, aren't they? They say that as you get older, you become like a child."

After Song Lingge finished packing, she said to Zhao Zhangguo, "Grandpa, I'm leaving now."

Zhao Zhangguo thought for a moment and called out to her, "You need to stay calm and always remember that they are capable of anything."

Song Lingge's expression hardened, and she nodded heavily.

Then he took the pickled vegetables that Lin Xiuzhi had prepared and went out.

Without Qiao Nansheng around, you have to take the bus yourself.

It seems that after making money, I'll need to buy a car.

With this thought in mind, Song Lingge realized even more deeply that she still had a lot to do and there was no need to wallow in self-pity.

She regretted her dramatic behavior yesterday.

However, being able to be more certain of her feelings for Qiao Nansheng, and Qiao Nansheng's feelings for her, was an unexpected joy.

Song Lingge shook her head. Hopeless, definitely a hopeless romantic.

The battle is about to begin, yet he still manages to focus his attention on Qiao Nansheng.

Upon arriving at Hele Manor, we met Grandpa Sun in the security room.

This time, Song Lingge didn't bring anything. Sometimes being too enthusiastic and familiar can be inconvenient.

However, Grandpa Sun remained as enthusiastic as ever.

Upon seeing her, he glanced around before speaking, "You're here? They're all home today; you have guests!"

"guest?"

Grandpa Sun nodded and said mysteriously, "But he doesn't look like a good person, more like someone who's been around outside. He comes here often."

According to Grandpa Sun's statement, Song Lingge must be Nie Ergou.

Just to be on the safe side, I still described Nie Ergou's appearance.

Grandpa Sun said with certainty, "It's this person."

"He arrived so early?"

Grandpa Sun exclaimed, "He came yesterday and hasn't left yet. Didn't I tell you? He comes over often and sometimes stays at your house for a few days."

Song Lingge knew that Nie Ergou and Song Jianping had a very close relationship.

However, she did not expect that their bond would be this strong.

After all, there was Zhou Songmei and a child at home.

Even if Nie Ergou knew that Zhou Songmei was Song Jianping's daughter, it wouldn't be very convenient for her to stay here long-term.

Just like before, although Nie Ergou would go to Song Jianping's home in Nanzhou Middle School, he rarely ran into Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge face to face.

Firstly, the mother and daughter disliked this person, and secondly, Song Jianping deliberately avoided him.

Why is Song Jianping no longer avoiding the topic?

"Thank you, Uncle Sun, for your trouble."

"Don't be so polite with me! By the way, why didn't your uncle come?"

Song Lingge was taken aback, but she immediately realized who Grandpa Sun was referring to.

After such a long misunderstanding, I really don't know how to explain it to Grandpa Sun.

He could only give a vague answer: "He has his own things to do and won't be coming for a long time."

Much later, Song Lingge realized that Grandpa Sun hadn't asked that question casually.

Now that she knows Nie Ergou is at the Song family's house, Song Lingge hesitates about whether or not to go up there.

She originally planned to catch Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei off guard, just like the first time she came.

Moreover, with Qiao Nansheng by my side back then, the safety level was much higher than it is now.

If Zhao Jueyu's death is indeed related to Zhou Songmei and Song Jianping.

So, now that room is filled with thugs and murderers.

Could she really go up there so brazenly, just to annoy them?

But everything has come.

Song Lingge entered the residential area.

The Song family lives on the fifth floor; you can hear them if they shout from downstairs.

Song Lingge came up with a rather ordinary idea.

She stood downstairs and called up, "Song Jianping—Song Jianping—"

The windows of the Song family's second bedroom and study both face this direction.

Just now, Song Lingge saw very clearly that a child was playing by the bay window in the study.

Hearing the shouts from downstairs, a couple of hands reached out and carried the child inside.

After a long while, Song Jianping finally opened the balcony door and came out.

Seeing him, Song Lingge pretended to be happy and waved with a smile: "Dad, come down for a moment."

Song Jianping was puzzled, but he still nodded obediently and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."

Zhou Songmei was the first to hear the noise outside while she was at home.

Their hearts nearly stopped when they saw Song Lingge through the gap in the curtains.

Fortunately, Song Lingge did not come upstairs.

Song Jianping quickly went downstairs. When he left the building, he took a deep breath to make himself look less flustered.

To appear calm, he spoke first: "Why did you come? You didn't even call ahead."

Following the story she had agreed upon with Song Jianmei, Song Lingge said, "I called you, but the home phone was always busy. I didn't know what was going on, so I came over."

This morning, Song Jianmei did indeed call Song Jianping.

And she kept criticizing Song Jianping on the phone, and the two siblings argued for a long time.

"Yes, yes, that's right. I was discussing school matters with your Uncle Tao. By the way, what brings you here?"