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

Zhang Lingyu explained it very clearly, allowing Song Lingge to understand the person's identity immediately.

"This is Song Lingge, the author of the novel I showed you last time, Nan Ling."

"Hello there!"

"Hello there!"

Chen Dengming extended his hand, and Song Lingge also extended her hand. The two shook hands briefly, as if to acknowledge each other.

"Go sit in the study. I'll go see Wenzhen to see what dishes she's preparing. We'll just have a simple lunch."

There was no point in Zhang Lingyu staying there, so she made an excuse to leave.

Song Lingge initially felt a little awkward, but after a few minutes, she no longer felt that way.

Qiao Yuejiang led her and Chen Dengming into the study, and without any formalities, they immediately began discussing the contents of the novel.

At first, Song Lingge was a little reserved, but Qiao Yuejiang was good at guiding her.

This allowed her to freely express the core themes that weren't reflected in the novel, and the group chatted enthusiastically, quickly dispelling any initial awkwardness.

This is somewhat different from what Song Lingge thought, that Qiao Yuejiang introduced her to people at the publishing house.

She originally thought that if a few people talked it over and agreed that the novel was acceptable, then they could discuss publishing it.

However, today, no one has brought up the issue of copyright cooperation; the discussion is solely based on the novel's content.

Although it was different from what Song Lingge had thought, she felt more comfortable with this approach.

She wrote the novel, and it's like her child; of course, she wants her outstanding work to be seen by the world.

Therefore, she can always talk eloquently when discussing novels.

This surprised Qiao Yuejiang. Song Lingge usually seemed very well-behaved, but he never expected her to be a girl with an incredibly strong inner strength.

Qiao Nansheng has a good eye.

In front of Chen Dengming, Qiao Yuejiang didn't praise Song Lingge at all, but every sentence he uttered was actually a compliment to her.

He didn't mention any of the suggestions he had given Song Lingge before, for fear of having a negative impact on her.

However, all his praise is based on the novel itself, so it doesn't feel abrupt and is based on sufficient facts.

The Qiao family's kindness towards others is often heartfelt and subtle.

The three of them had a heated discussion until Zhang Lingyu came to call them for dinner.

As usual, Wang Wenzhen delivered the meals to the Qiao family.

Seeing that there were unfamiliar guests present, Wang Wenzhen tactfully finished serving the food and then left.

After lunch, Song Lingge and Chen Dengming thanked them and left together.

"Miss Song, how do I get there?" Chen Dengming asked politely.

This person changes his tune so quickly, as if he wasn't the one who was just arguing fiercely with Song Lingge.

"I'll go ahead and take the bus."

"My car is parked up ahead, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No need, the bus is very convenient," Song Lingge replied distantly.

Chen Dengming suddenly laughed at this moment.

Song Lingge was a little confused and murmured, "Did I say something ridiculous?"

Chen Dengming stopped pretending and stopped laughing, saying directly, "Miss Song's novel is very well written, which is why I agreed to come to Old Qiao's house to see you this time. However, I really don't like using this method."

Song Lingge understood; Chen Dengming believed she was trying to get close to Qiao Yuejiang through their relationship.

Well, that's true.

Song Lingge's novel has been slow to find a patron, and to be honest, she's getting really anxious.

However, I couldn't grasp the knack of it on my own.

Therefore, when Qiao Nansheng secretly helped her, she did not refuse; she was eager to seek an opportunity.

She typed out the novel word by word; it was her life's work, and of course she didn't want to let down all the effort she had put in.

"I understand, thank you for your honesty."

It's pointless to argue now that you didn't know he would come and that everything was arranged by Qiao Yuejiang.

Upon hearing this, Chen Dengming smiled again.

Song Lingge felt a little annoyed; this person's actions were really infuriating.

Anyway, they won't have any further contact in the future, so Song Lingge won't bother with this nonsense.

So he said aggressively, "Mr. Chen, I don't think there's anything funny about what I'm saying. Don't you think you're being very rude?"

Chen Dengming stopped laughing, but his expression became less distant.

"I'm sorry, but I think Miss Song's personality is quite contradictory. She clearly needs something from someone, yet she still carries an arrogant air that makes her difficult to approach. Old Qiao's decision to have us go together is clearly to create an opportunity for you."

Song Lingge retorted, "I'm sorry, but your thoughts are completely different from mine. I'm very grateful to Grandpa Qiao for helping my novel seek opportunities, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be inferior to others. On the other hand, Mr. Chen, while saying that you're very disgusted, you seemed quite enthusiastic when discussing it at the Qiao family. If you're going to say that I'm full of contradictions, you should give that assessment to yourself."

Chen Dengming burst into hearty laughter this time.

"Miss Song is truly vindictive and never admits defeat."

Song Lingge retorted without any politeness: "I ask myself, from the moment I met Mr. Chen, I have not shown the slightest disrespect. On the contrary, Mr. Chen has mastered the essence of Sichuan Opera and performs it from time to time."

"A Sichuan Opera specialty?"

Song Lingge did not answer and walked towards the bus stop.

After a moment's thought, Chen Dengming caught up with him.

"Miss Song, are you making a veiled attack, implying that I've changed my attitude?"

Song Lingge did not answer, but only glanced at Chen Dengming indifferently, as if to say: What else?

Chen Dengming's lips curled into a smirk. Song Lingge was truly interesting, just like the novels she wrote.

"Okay, I was wrong. I shouldn't have given Miss Song a negative score based on my preconceived notions."

Song Lingge took a few steps forward and stopped when she heard this.

Turning to face Chen Dengming, she said solemnly, "Mr. Chen, although you dislike this approach, I don't think you should generalize and condemn everyone. You can say my novel is bad and reject it because of that. But you can't dislike my novel just because you misunderstand me as a person."

Since they might never have the chance to meet again, Song Lingge simply poured out everything to them.

“This is my life’s work, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with trying to find a way out for it. After all, the novel is there; it’s either good or bad. You have the right to choose, but you can’t take away my right.”

"I'm sorry, I sincerely apologize," Chen Dengming said solemnly.

This time, Song Lingge didn't feel alienated and could sense Chen Dengming's sincerity.

She wasn't coy at all, and said with a smile, "It's okay. I've benefited a lot from discussing this with you today. The car's here, so I'll be going now. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute." Chen Dengming stopped her.

"How about you ride in my car? I'll give you a ride. We can then have a good chat about the details of our collaboration."

Song Lingge's eyes lit up, feeling as if she had found a new path after a long and winding road.