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

The three of them sat in the car in silence, mainly because the atmosphere around Qiao Nansheng was just too tense.

Song Lingge also stopped talking, seemingly in a huff.

Anyway, I told him a long time ago that he didn't have to come, but now he's the one who wanted to come. Who am I supposed to give him a hard time for?

Sitting in the back seat, Ma Xiaodong found that keeping quiet would actually reduce his troubles.

So the three of them simply stopped talking.

Soon, we arrived at the hospital.

Song Lingge looked at Qiao Nansheng, but seeing that he was still in the car, she didn't bother with him and simply went to the ward with Ma Xiaodong.

When Song Lingge and the others arrived at the ward, they saw Song Jianping standing at the window looking out.

"Why did you get up? Did you ask the doctor?"

Upon hearing Song Lingge's voice, Song Jianping turned around abruptly, feeling slightly embarrassed that they had discovered he was expecting her arrival.

"I was so tired of lying down, I felt like my bones were about to stiffen, so I got up and moved around a bit," Song Jianping replied.

“Uncle Song, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, so don’t get up. You need to rest and recover properly,” Ma Xiaodong said.

Song Jianping then noticed Ma Xiaodong and immediately pointed at him and started cursing: "Why are you here? You brat, you weren't arrested by the police? I'll sue you tomorrow morning."

"I've already told you, this was an accident. You keep threatening to report him all the time. If Ma Xiaodong really had something going on, would the police have let him off the hook?"

Song Lingge forcibly pressed Song Jianping to sit up on the hospital bed, and then took out the thermos.

Song Jianping was about to argue a bit more, but when he saw the food being served, he fell silent.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.

There will be plenty of time to settle accounts with Ma Xiaodong later.

Seeing Song Jianping eat on his own, Song Lingge said, "Look for yourself, Xiaodong even bought grapes when he came over. Grapes are really expensive these days!"

Whether grapes are expensive or not is not important; what is important is that grapes are Song Jianping's favorite fruit.

It's rare to find someone like Ma Xiaodong with such a mindset.

At this moment, Ma Xiaodong chimed in with a smile, "Isn't this what Uncle Song likes to eat? It's not expensive at all."

Song Jianping looked up and stared intently at Ma Xiaodong, as if he had just remembered something, and suddenly asked, "I heard you moved away from Nanzhou before. When did you come back?"

"Yeah, I've only been back for less than a year. I haven't found a proper job yet, so I just do odd jobs like delivering goods and running errands," Ma Xiaodong answered honestly.

"So where did your family move to all these years? Why didn't you develop your business there? It's not so easy to make a living back in Nanzhou now."

Ma Xiaodong sighed and continued, "It's not that I'm thinking, but Nanzhou is an urban area after all. No matter what, there are more opportunities there than in the districts and counties. If I were still staying in Yuning, my life would probably be over..."

"Yu Ning?"

Ma Xiaodong was still describing the tragic situation back then, but Song Jianping was immediately interrupted when he heard the name Yu Ning.

"Yes, Yuning is one of the poorest counties in the country. Uncle, what hope do you think I could have if I stayed there?"

These words sounded strangely familiar, as if he had used the same rhetoric to persuade someone to study hard many years ago.

Seeing Song Jianping's thoughtful expression, Ma Xiaodong thought his words had touched him, so he continued, "Uncle Song, how about you find me a job running errands at the school?"

This fawning face, this shameless begging for favors, was something Song Jianping was very familiar with.

It's like a carbon copy of someone else.

Ma Xiaodong returned to Nanzhou only a year ago, around the same time that Zhou Songmei was admitted to Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages.

He and Zhou Songmei were both in Yuning. Even if these were all coincidences, then what about these grapes?

Even Song Lingge didn't know what he liked to eat. How could a boy he hadn't seen for many years remember his favorite fruit?

He doesn't believe there's no one behind this.

But since Ma Xiaodong was so bold as to bump into him, he couldn't act too stiffly.

After all, with his old bones and limbs, he really lacked the energy to compete with young men.

Moreover, judging from Ma Xiaodong's current attitude, he probably agreed to Zhou Songmei's scheme only to gain some benefits.

If I could win him over...

Since Nie Ergou went to prison, Song Jianping did need someone to run errands, but he would never trust them wholeheartedly again.

Ma Xiaodong is young, bold, and easy to manipulate. If we can win him over to our side, we'll be guaranteed to make a profit and also be able to keep an eye on Zhou Songmei, that troublemaker.

Thinking of this, Song Jianping's attitude softened a bit: "What happened back then was just a conflict between adults. So much time has passed, there's no need to bring it up again. You and Lingge are childhood sweethearts who grew up together, so I still have to help you out. Come to school tomorrow, and I'll arrange something for you."

Upon receiving Song Jianping's golden words, Ma Xiaodong couldn't stop smiling.

"But you can't be so careless in the future. It's okay that you bumped into me by accident this time. If you had bumped into someone else, you wouldn't have enough lives to pay for it."

When he said the words "bumped into me," Song Jianping's eyes carried a warning.

Ma Xiaodong immediately nodded repeatedly, almost kneeling on the ground to pledge his loyalty.

Therefore, Song Jianping became even more certain that his guesses were correct.

Both of them felt they had gotten the better deal, and every word and action of the other was calculated by them.

Looking at their expressions, Song Lingge just found it funny.

"Want some grapes? They've just been rinsed and they're very sweet," Song Lingge said.

“Okay.” Song Lingge took the grapes to the small table on Song Jianping’s bed and also gave him a plastic bag to use as a trash bag.

Ma Xiaodong was happily reaching for the grapes when Song Jianping slapped his hand away.

"What are you eating? Go back now!"

Grapes are expensive, and Song Jianping himself doesn't usually buy them to eat.

Now that we're enjoying the gifts from others, we certainly can't let them benefit from them.

Ma Xiaodong reluctantly withdrew his hand: "Then...then I'll head back first?"

"I'll go with you in a bit," Song Lingge said.

Song Jianping had already finished eating, so there was no need for Song Lingge to stay any longer.

"Lingge, wait a while before you leave. I have something to say to you. Xiaodong, you go back first!" Song Jianping said.

Ma Xiaodong glanced at Song Lingge, but ultimately left alone.

"What do you want to say? It's getting late and the buses will be stopping for the last time."

“Take a taxi, take a taxi back, I’ll reimburse you,” Song Jianping said irritably.

"Alright! So what do you want to say?" Song Lingge raised an eyebrow, now much more generous to her.

"Last time you said Chen Sangde caused trouble at Jianmei's store, it was Zhou Songmei's doing. Is she still bothering you?" Song Jianping asked.

"Why are you suddenly asking this? You don't need to worry about me, mind your own business!" Song Lingge's expression was somewhat impatient.