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

Qiao Nansheng looked a little embarrassed, but he actually had a lot to say to Song Lingge.

When they were abroad, the two of them always had to accommodate each other's schedules to call each other. After pouring out their hearts to each other, they really didn't have much time to discuss certain things.

Later, Song Lingge suddenly became busy and stopped making phone calls. He vaguely felt that something must have happened, but he wasn't sure.

In addition, he was busy with returning to China during that period, and his studies were very demanding. He didn't have much energy to worry about things back home, so he comforted himself that things would be better after he finished everything and returned to China.

Two days after returning to China, I found that although I spent every spare moment with Song Lingge, it wasn't enough, and we still didn't have much time to talk.

It was only after witnessing Song Lingge's busy schedule firsthand that he realized they really had too little time left for them to date.

Qiao Nansheng felt wronged, and the worst part was that he couldn't express his grievances.

Is it appropriate for you to cause a scene when someone's father is in a car accident?

They've only exchanged a few words with an old friend, and they haven't even eaten together. Why are you making a scene? Do you think you can reason with that?

She's so busy all day she doesn't even have time to go to her shop, and I'm still arguing with her? Is that reasonable?

It must be said that Qiao Nansheng is an excellent boyfriend. He can quickly make sense of everything about Song Lingge.

So, even though I had a lot to say, I didn't expect that what came out in the end was such a sour remark, which was really unseemly.

Qiao Nansheng felt even more ashamed.

Song Lingge didn't laugh at him. She explained to him seriously, "My dad is a math teacher. He's not very literate and uses idioms carelessly. Please don't mind. When we were kids, Ma Xiaodong and I would play together during holidays. If I went back to my parents' house, he would play with me. But it wasn't just the two of us. You know, there are a lot of kids at school, so there are often more than ten of us together."

Song Lingge thought she had explained things clearly enough, so she thought for a moment and added, "However, he and I were indeed closer than others, after all, my mother and his mother were best friends back then, and they were very close. But I promise..."

Song Lingge swallowed her last words because Qiao Nansheng kissed her.

One kiss isn't enough, then two will do.

The atmosphere in the car became increasingly intimate. Her mind was in disarray; she could only hear her own heartbeat and that of the other person.

The moon is so beautiful tonight!

"It's too late today, go back and get some rest. We'll find some time to talk properly tomorrow." Qiao Nansheng dropped Song Lingge off at the Zhao family's house, said this, and then hurriedly drove away.

Song Lingge was left standing alone at the courtyard gate. Fortunately, a gust of wind blew by, scattering the lingering red glow.

Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo were still awake, both sitting on the sofa dozing off, with only the television playing static.

Song Lingge tiptoed over, turned off the TV, and then woke up the two elders.

Seeing her appear unharmed before her, Lin Xiuzhi, after confirming that everything was alright, complained, "Why are you so late? Don't come home this late next time."

"What did Song Jianping say?" Zhao Zhangguo didn't think Qiao Nansheng was such an impolite person, nor did he think Song Lingge was such a tactless girl.

Seeing that the two elderly people were not going to let her off easily, Song Lingge cut to the chase and told them that Song Jianping had classified the car accident as Zhou Songmei's revenge.

"Does Song Jianping really think that way? What do you think?" Zhao Zhangguo asked.

Song Lingge pointed to the clock and said helplessly, "Grandpa, can we talk about it tomorrow? It's really too late today, and I'm so tired and sleepy after running around so many times!"

Lin Xiuzhi also punched Zhao Zhangguo in annoyance, even though her true desire was to know Song Lingge's true thoughts even more than Zhao Zhangguo's.

"Go to sleep, everyone. We can talk about it tomorrow. Also, go back to your room and get some sleep too. Don't secretly type," Lin Xiuzhi instructed.

Song Lingge yawned, tears welling up in her eyes: "Look at me, how can I possibly write? I'd probably just collapse into bed and fall asleep."

Others may not know how busy Song Lingge is every day, but her two elders, as her closest relatives, have always seen it all.

This granddaughter works so hard; even though we live together every day, you can tell she's lost a lot of weight.

Lin Xiuzhi felt truly sorry for them, only regretting that she and Zhao Zhangguo were too old and past the age of taking risks.

Song Lingge returned to her room, thinking that she would fall asleep quickly due to drowsiness, but when she tried to sleep, she found that she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned.

She has something on her mind.

From the moment she saw Qiao Nansheng that night, she had been terrified.

She was afraid of spending time alone with Qiao Nansheng, but her love for him was real, and she cherished every minute and second she spent with him.

The next morning, Qiao Nansheng bought breakfast and came to the Zhao family's house.

When he arrived, Song Lingge had not yet gotten up.

When she got up, washed up, tidied up, and went downstairs, Qiao Nansheng was being pestered by Zhao Zhangguo to play chess.

Lin Xiuzhi kept the breakfast warm in a steamer. When she saw Song Lingge come down, she took it out and called out, "Nansheng, come and eat."

Seeing that he was about to lose, Zhao Zhangguo received Lin Xiuzhi's instructions and immediately ruined the game, while shouting, "Tsk tsk, why did you have to eat now of all times? Now we can't play this game."

Song Lingge saw through his little scheme and teased him with a smile, "Save it, you can cook it after you finish eating."

Zhao Zhangguo quickly waved his hand: "Oh dear, I'm getting old, I forgot, I forgot, what a huge loss."

Song Lingge pouted and said, "It's okay if you forget. Nansheng has a good memory. We can just put it out later."

Zhao Zhangguo's face suddenly became a little uncomfortable, but Qiao Nansheng was more sensible and said with a smile, "I was just paying attention to my next move and didn't pay much attention to the overall situation."

Song Lingge glanced at him. Who would believe that?

Do chess players not consider the overall situation?

But there was nothing he could do; Qiao Nansheng was good at talking and knew how to please the old man. His words completely hit the nail on the head for Zhao Zhangguo.

Zhao Zhangguo patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "It's alright, it's alright, we'll cook it again later, it's no big deal. Your Grandma Lin cooks well, let's go eat."

"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense. I didn't make breakfast today; Nansheng brought it over," Lin Xiuzhi quickly explained.

"Grandma Lin's cooking skills are undoubtedly excellent, but it's too hard for her to get up early every day to cook. Anyway, you all like the breakfast from this place, so I thought I'd bring some over to change things up."

"Oh, you're such a lovable child." Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo made no attempt to hide their affection for Qiao Nansheng.

Of course, Qiao Nansheng deserves it too.