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

This is a catastrophic scene of social death.

Song Lingge was too embarrassed to say anything.

Zhang Lingyu noticed her predicament and patted Jingchu on the shoulder: "Jingchu, there's a flowerpot in the yard that I can't move. Can you help Grandma?"

So Zhang Lingyu took Jing Chu to the courtyard, leaving only Song Lingge and Qiao Yuejiang in the living room.

Qiao Yuejiang said, "It's well-written, with excellent prose and a clever concept."

There's usually a twist to this kind of quote.

So Song Lingge didn't interrupt, but humbly listened from the side.

Qiao Yuejiang waved to her and said with a smile, "Come with me."

Song Lingge quickly got up and followed Qiao Yuejiang to the study next to the living room.

It was indeed a study, with books on three sides.

Qiao Yuejiang took a stack of books from the bookshelf next to the recliner, and Song Lingge stepped forward to take them.

She noticed that these books were actually magazines she had published in.

Seeing her confusion, Qiao Yuejiang smiled and said, "Every time you have a new manuscript published, Nansheng asks me to buy a copy. But I usually buy two copies. One is naturally for him, and the other is for me to read."

What should Song Lingge say?

All I could do was keep saying thank you.

"Your novels are so unrestrained, how come they're so different from your current personality? You don't need to be so reserved in our house. I'm your senior, we can discuss things together."

Song Lingge pursed her lips and said shyly, "I'm a little flattered."

Qiao Yuejiang pointed to the small stool next to the recliner, indicating that Song Lingge should sit down, while he himself sat on the recliner.

He took out one of the magazines and turned to the one written by Song Lingge.

"This is my favorite piece. It's very free-spirited and easygoing, reflecting your personality."

Song Lingge leaned over and took a look. This was a reflection on her past life after experiencing most of her life.

"Maybe I'm narcissistic, but I actually quite like what I write."

"Hahaha..." Qiao Yuejiang laughed heartily, "Scholars have this kind of arrogance."

Qiao Yuejiang closed the book and asked, "Nansheng said you're better at writing novels, but what I've seen are mostly your essays."

Song Lingge nodded, looking somewhat dejected: "It might not be very well written. I went to many publishing houses, but they all rejected me."

"May I take a look?" Qiao Yuejiang suddenly asked.

"I've printed them all out, I'll bring them to you tomorrow. Please give me your feedback."

Qiao Yuejiang nodded and said with a smile, "I'm getting old and have nothing to do at home. Why don't you make an extra trip tomorrow? I'll try to finish watching it next week, and you can come again this weekend, okay?"

The arrangement was perfectly reasonable, so how could Song Lingge refuse?

The two discussed the published articles and got along very well.

True friends are rare in this world, and Song Lingge was delighted to have made a friend despite the age gap.

I never noticed this person when I lived at Nanzhou Middle School.

There are still many things around Qiao Nansheng waiting to be discovered!

In terms of connections, Qiao Nansheng was Song Lingge's network of connections.

I've really struck gold!

"Old man, stop chatting, come out for dinner," Zhang Lingyu called from outside.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuejiang immediately got up, but due to the inertia of the recliner, he was unable to stand up for a moment.

Song Lingge was very perceptive and immediately helped Qiao Yuejiang stand up from the recliner.

Qiao Yuejiang chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm getting old after all; my bones aren't up to it anymore."

After a conversation, Song Lingge's initial awkwardness disappeared.

Smiling, he said to Qiao Yuejiang, "You're using all your abilities on your brain, which is a case of one thing gaining at the expense of another."

"Hahaha......"

"What are you chatting about? You seem to be having a great time." Zhang Lingyu walked over.

Qiao Yuejiang raised an eyebrow and deliberately said, "This is a secret between me and Lingge, I'm not telling you."

"Lingge?" A gentle yet surprised female voice rang out.

Song Lingge looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Wang Wenzhen, the owner of the private restaurant.

She greeted Wang Wenzhen with a smile, then remembered that the Qiao family never cooked; they always ordered food from her.

"You two know each other?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

Song Lingge froze for a second, realizing that her previous dinner with Qiao Nansheng had been exposed.

Sure enough, Wang Wenzhen said with a smile, "Nansheng brought Lingge to my place for a meal before."

The others cast inquiring glances, especially Jing Chu, whose face was plastered with a malicious, amused smile.

Song Lingge quickly explained, "I'm going to study, because of the translation work I did last time in the city."

Jing Chu laughed and said, "We didn't say anything, why are you blushing?"

Song Lingge secretly glared at Jing Chu. This guy just loves to stir up trouble!

"Yes, yes, they went there to study, I can vouch for that."

Wang Wenzhen quickly tried to explain, but this explanation was of no use, and Song Lingge smiled helplessly.

Zhang Lingyu stepped in to smooth things over, laughing and saying, "I remember now, I saw Lingge on TV back then. So you and Nansheng went there as translators that time!"

Jing Chu quickly picked up the conversation, saying, "That's right! She and Nan Sheng have participated in quite a few competitions together; they're a perfect team!"

Although it was the first time Qiao Yuejiang and Zhang Lingyu had met Song Lingge, they both admired and liked her.

Now that they've heard about many things they didn't know, they've suddenly become interested.

"Come on, come on, let's eat and talk, tell us what you think," Zhang Lingyu said, inviting everyone to sit down.

"Wenzhen, why don't you eat here too?"

Wang Wenzhen waved her hand and shook the plate in her hand: "There are still customers in the shop, I have to hurry back, you guys take your time eating."

"Since there are customers in the shop, you should go home earlier. Why do you have to say so much?" Song Lingge thought to herself.

She had a feeling that her relationship with Qiao Nansheng was somewhat like self-deception.

While everyone was off guard, Jing Chu leaned close to Song Lingge and whispered, "Don't be so nervous. Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually."

This troublemaker... Song Lingge couldn't help but stomp on him.

Jing Chu cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Lingyu turned around and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just had a toothache." Jing Chu made up an excuse casually.

Zhang Lingyu glanced at the dishes: "Is it alright? Should I have Wenzhen send over two more soft and light dishes?"

Jing Chu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I just smelled the aroma of the food and I didn't notice that I bit into it."

"You must all be hungry, so let's not say anything more. Come and sit down to eat, don't be shy." Qiao Yuejiang sat down in the main seat and invited everyone.

Zhang Lingyu pulled Song Lingge to sit between her and Qiao Yuejiang.

"Jingchu, please find a seat. Lingge, don't be shy, make yourself at home!"

Jing Chu gave Song Lingge a mocking look, and Song Lingge returned his gaze with a cold one.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.