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

"We didn't argue. It's just that I accidentally found out about some things he did that I didn't like, so I didn't really want to talk to him anymore."

Despite living half a lifetime longer than her two lifetimes combined, Song Lingge's romantic skills haven't improved much.

Unfortunately, I lack experience in this area.

Learn as you go.

Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo exchanged glances, and the next second Zhao Zhangguo lowered his head.

This kind of comforting and guiding role should be left to Lin Xiuzhi.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, then don’t. But there has to be a limit. If you’ve only been talking on the phone at home, if I remember correctly, it’s been about a month, right?” Lin Xiuzhi asked.

Song Lingge nodded with a slight pout: "It's been over a month."

Lin Xiuzhi peeled another boiled egg for her, but Song Lingge shook her head and didn't want to eat it, so Lin Xiuzhi handed it to Zhao Zhangguo.

"So you're saying you've been sulking with Nan Sheng for over a month, but Nan Sheng has no idea?"

I don't know if Jing Chu said anything, but that's the situation between the two of them right now.

"As you all know, I've been too busy lately. I'm also feeling unwell, so even if I talk to him, it will probably just end badly."

That's the truth, but Song Lingge only told half of it.

The computer incident led her to tell Qiao Nansheng that she was jealous—jealous of a man?

Song Lingge couldn't bring herself to say it.

But this feeling of displeasure is real.

On one hand, she blamed herself for being narrow-minded and petty; on the other hand, she comforted herself that love is always like this, full of uncertainty and anxiety.

This feeling was something I hadn't experienced in a long time, and something I had never felt before from Fang Guanghua.

Lin Xiuzhi shook her head slightly and looked at Song Lingge, saying, "Whether it ends badly or not is all your imagination. You're wasting your time here, but he doesn't know anything. Grandma suggests that you two have an open and honest talk. I can't bear to see my dear granddaughter suffer alone. Why are you so angry that you want him to know? If he doesn't change, we'll kick him out."

Song Lingge's eyelashes trembled slightly.

These two elderly people are really protective of their child; without asking why she was angry, their first concern was her feelings.

It's just that Qiao Nansheng is a bit pitiful; he almost got kicked out without knowing anything.

"Grandma, Grandpa, don't worry, I'll handle it. I have to go to the publishing house today, and then to the store. You don't need to wait for me for lunch. You don't need to wait for me for dinner either. If I come back late, I'll heat it up myself."

Song Lingge hurriedly finished the last sip of milk, then grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi's concern for her was sometimes a sweet burden.

In her previous life, Song Lingge was a coward her whole life, and she hadn't yet learned how to handle love with ease.

Some things require talent, and she was just too old for it.

Song Lingge is going to meet Chen Dengming today. He made an appointment with her a few days ago to talk about their next novel.

The novel about the real and fake princesses caused quite a stir when it was published, but it was different from the scene of everyone flocking to see it in Song Lingge's memory.

However, it makes sense, since it was the TV series that became a hit.

Now she can just focus on creating.

After finishing their business, Chen Dengming escorted Song Lingge out.

They are now like old friends, sharing the same interests and finding it easy to get close to each other.

"Lingge, how are you going to get back?" Chen Dengming asked.

"I'm not going home now, I'm going to the store. The publishing house doesn't seem to be too far from there."

Chen Dengming frowned slightly: "Wait for me a moment."

Song Lingge smiled and nodded, but she was still somewhat surprised; Chen Dengming was behaving strangely today.

A short while later, Chen Dengming arrived, waving his car keys: "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Song Lingge quickly waved her hand: "I'm so sorry, there's really no need to trouble yourself."

“Last time you mentioned the opening of your new store, I didn’t have time to go and support you. It’s almost lunchtime, let’s have a meal together.” Chen Dengming walked straight out without saying another word.

Song Lingge had no choice but to hurry up and catch up.

"Then it's my treat today, so don't go and pay the bill again." Song Lingge fastened her seatbelt and rolled down the car window.

Chen Dengming frowned again and said, "Roll up the car window."

If Chen Dengming was acting strangely before, then Song Lingge is now certain that he's a bit abnormal.

However, it was someone else's car, and the person had kindly offered to give it to her, so she didn't say anything and simply rolled up the window.

Chen Dengming was driving particularly slowly today, and after a short while he spoke: "Do you recognize those blond guys on the left?"

Following Chen Dengming's instructions, Song Lingge took a look. The person was unfamiliar, yet somehow seemed somewhat familiar.

However, it seems that delinquent youths all over the world like this kind of outfit.

"I don't know them, what's wrong?" Song Lingge had a feeling that all of Chen Dengming's unusual behavior today was related to these people.

After receiving Song Lingge's reply, Chen Dengming's car speed finally returned to normal.

After driving quite a distance from the publishing house, Chen Dengming finally spoke, "These people came with you. Have you offended anyone recently?"

Upon hearing this news, Song Lingge's eyes widened in astonishment.

Seeing her incredulous expression, Chen Dengming explained, "I saw these people when you came last time, but I didn't pay attention to them at the time."

One time is nothing special, but repeating it repeatedly is unacceptable.

Song Lingge sat up straight and thought about it for a moment.

"Haven't you seen these people before?" Song Lingge asked.

"No, I only see them after you arrive. Speaking of which, last time you waited for me in the office for a while, and I happened to come back from outside when I saw these people and took a few more glances."

Song Lingge stopped talking. Chen Dengming explained as clearly as possible that these people were after her.

But is it Fang Guanghua? Or Zhou Songmei?

These blond-haired thugs were obviously low-level hooligans. Why would they hire these people to follow Song Lingge?

Seeing Song Lingge's suddenly tense face, Chen Dengming comforted her, "Be careful during this time, and try not to be alone."

Song Lingge smiled and nodded slightly at him.

If Chen Dengming hadn't reminded her, she would have been completely unaware of the danger lurking around her.

"So the dinner was a pretense, and you came to see me off just to remind me?" Song Lingge asked playfully, tilting her head, trying to ease the tense atmosphere in the car.

Chen Dengming is just a business partner, there's no need to involve others.

Chen Dengming immediately understood what she meant and replied with a smile, "Eating is true, and so is reminding you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I absolutely have to treat you to this meal."

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."