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

Song Lingge arranged to meet Qiao Yuejiang on Saturday morning.

If I go there early in the morning, I'll have plenty of time to communicate with Qiao Yuejiang.

The Joe family doesn't need to cook lunch at home, so it won't be too much trouble for them.

If it's still early after lunch, go to Hele Manor that day.

Song Lingge was eager to learn the truth from Song Jianping.

Arriving at the entrance of the Qiao family compound, Song Lingge composed herself. The schemes and plots of the night were not suitable to be brought to this place.

Qiao Yuejiang and Zhang Lingyu were waiting for her at home early in the morning.

"Lingge, would you like some grapes? I saw you really enjoyed them last time." Zhang Lingyu brought over a plate of marigold grapes and asked.

Song Lingge smiled brightly and replied, "I like it, thank you Grandma Zhang."

The manuscript written by Song Lingge was placed on the small tea table next to the recliner, indicating that Qiao Yuejiang had been reading it frequently these past few days.

Being treated with such care warmed Song Lingge's heart.

Qiao Yuejiang put on his reading glasses, opened the novel, and was about to start talking.

Zhang Lingyu came in carrying a dark blue silk summer shirt and stood in front of Song Lingge, gesturing to it.

"Lingge, look, doesn't this feel familiar?"

???

Even with Song Lingge's rich imagination, she couldn't guess what Zhang Lingyu meant.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Zhang Lingyu gestured with the clothes again, making the movements more exaggerated.

"Think carefully about the dress Consort Ling wore at the family banquet..."

After being reminded, Song Lingge suddenly realized what was going on.

It seems I did write a scene where Consort Ling wore a dark blue silk cheongsam at a family banquet.

I had no inspiration at the time, my mind was blank, so I focused on depicting the colors and details of the clothing.

The main point is to add as many words as possible to reach the word count.

I never expected that Zhang Lingyu would single this out and talk about it.

"I remember now, Grandma Zhang likes this color? But when I was writing it, I didn't have such a specific image in my mind. The color you chose is really beautiful, even more beautiful than what I described. It's more concrete now."

Song Lingge knows how to praise people.

Zhang Lingyu gave Qiao Yuejiang a smug look.

Qiao Yuejiang closed the novel and said with a smile, "I also praised it as good back then, but I wasn't as good at praising it as Ling Ge."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingyu got angry and sat down next to Song Lingge.

She said angrily, "Lingge, you have no idea what he said when I wanted to buy this piece of material?"

Song Lingge took a bite of grape. At times like this, it's best to just listen and not answer, otherwise you'll become the scapegoat and be disliked by everyone.

Zhang Lingyu put on airs and said, "How old is Consort Ling? How old are you? Don't try to imitate her."

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that last sentence, you added it yourself," Qiao Yuejiang quickly explained.

"Did I add it? Then that's what you really think."

"That's not what I really think. You can't read my mind, so how would you know what I'm really thinking?"

Zhang Lingyu ignored him and turned to Song Lingge, saying, "Lingge, tell me, isn't that what he meant by saying that?"

Song Lingge smiled awkwardly; it seemed she couldn't avoid it after all!

How could she have known that such a seemingly minor plot point, meant to pad the word count, would have such a butterfly effect?

“Actually, I just wrote it like that in the novel, but Grandma Zhang today made the scenes in the novel come to life for me. I think it’s wonderful. There’s nothing more fitting than this.”

Song Lingge lifted the dark blue summer shirt and held it up to Zhang Lingyu.

She continued, "Moreover, the dark blue color suits Grandma Zhang's skin tone very well. I imagine it would have the same effect as Consort Ling wearing it."

A few words made Zhang Lingyu beam with joy, and she rolled her eyes at Qiao Yuejiang several times.

Qiao Yuejiang, who had been caught off guard by this misfortune, quickly said, "You initially wanted to match your white jade hairpin, but it was I who suggested that a black jade hairpin would be a better match."

Zhang Lingyu fiddled with the black jade hairpin in her silver hair.

It seems that Qiao Yuejiang's suggestion resonated with her.

However, she still stubbornly insisted, "That was just to cover up your mistake; it wasn't what you really meant."

Qiao Yuejiang said helplessly, "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the gutter."

Song Lingge and Zhang Lingyu both burst into laughter.

Both the Qin and Qiao families have a very good family atmosphere.

Although Song Lingge didn't come often, each time she did, she found peace and satisfaction in her heart.

Living in such a family, one's heart is always content and fulfilled.

Song Lingge never expected that a single passage from the novel could spark a little bit of fun in their lives.

Only those who are fulfilled and loving will have the extra energy to enjoy life.

Song Lingge longed for this.

She hoped that one day, she and Qiao Nansheng could be like that too.

The two elders of the Qin family, the two elders of the Zhao family, and the two elders of the Qiao family were all their role models.

There is still love in this world.

“Madam, Lingge and I need to discuss this novel. Could you give us a little time?” Qiao Yuejiang asked politely.

Zhang Lingyu put the clothes away and said with a smile, "Approved."

Qiao Yuejiang watched Zhang Lingyu's figure disappear before speaking: "She doesn't like reading novels, especially in recent years her eyesight has deteriorated, so she doesn't like reading any books at all. But when she heard that it was a novel you wrote, she actually spent two nights reading it."

"Those grandma's eyes..."

Song Lingge felt a mix of emotions; no wonder Zhang Lingyu looked tired today.

Qiao Yuejiang waved his hand: "It's alright, it's alright. At our age, even if we take care of our eyes, they will only get worse. We might as well follow our own heart. She really likes your novels, that's why she did this."

Song Lingge was at a loss for words.

I'll take better care of my parents later!

Qiao Yuejiang then said, "The novel is well-written and very interesting. I asked you to come here today because I wanted to introduce you to someone."

Song Lingge maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but her heart was already bursting with excitement.

Although she didn't know who Qiao Yuejiang would introduce her to, she had a feeling that this person would definitely be of great help to her.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qiao." Not knowing what else to say, he offered his sincere thanks.

Just then, there was a knock at the gate.

It must be that guest who has arrived.

You can hear noises in the study, but you can't see what's happening at the gate.

Qiao Yuejiang tried to get up, and Song Lingge immediately came over to help him.

Zhang Lingyu led a young man in; he looked to be no more than thirty years old.

But she looks very capable.

Upon seeing Qiao Yuejiang, the young man came over and greeted him respectfully.

Although he was very courteous, Song Lingge noticed that while he was very polite, he also carried a distinct sense of distance.

Zhang Lingyu enthusiastically introduced him to her: "His name is Chen Dengming. He is the grandson of Lao Qiao's longtime friend and now works at the Nanzhou Publishing House."