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

Look how sensible Qiao Nansheng is. Song Lingge was afraid that Lin Xiuzhi would tease her again, so she shrank her neck and tried her best to be a background figure.

Unfortunately, there were only four people in her family, so she couldn't hide anywhere.

Since Qiao Nansheng is a positive example, she naturally becomes a negative example.

“Our Lingge is good in every way, except she’s a bit blind. Nansheng, you’ll have to help her out more in the future.”

It turns out that Lin Xiuzhi was ultimately talking about her.

“I think Lingge is great in every way,” Qiao Nansheng said.

Song Lingge secretly glanced at him, and their eyes met.

A clear mind and an open and honest heart.

When someone like that speaks well of her, her mood is unconsciously lifted, and she becomes more positive and optimistic.

The group ate breakfast for almost an hour, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere.

This is the family life that Song Lingge longs for.

Something you aspired to in your past life but never obtained.

After breakfast, as usual, Song Lingge washed the dishes, but since the two of them had closed the kitchen door, Qiao Nansheng naturally washed the dishes instead.

"Want to go for a walk later?" It was a question, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

Song Lingge nodded; she was already mentally prepared. She had tossed and turned all night, finally deciding to face whatever came her way.

Xuanjiang River is the mother river of Nanzhou City. After the summer floods, the river water is clear, and many people like to stroll along the riverbank.

Qiao Nansheng brought Song Lingge to the riverbank.

The two walked slowly along the riverside path. Qiao Nansheng didn't speak, so Song Lingge controlled herself and remained silent.

It's as if the one who speaks first is destined to lose.

"Have you met Ma Xiaodong before?" Qiao Nansheng finally couldn't help but ask first.

"Yes, I've met you before. Didn't I tell you? We were childhood playmates."

“That’s not what I meant. I meant before the car accident.” Qiao Nansheng’s tone was very serious.

Song Lingge felt a pang of unease; it seemed today was her day of judgment.

"Why do you ask?"

"Ma Xiaodong has been vehemently denying that you two have met before, and has been making it seem as if your official meeting was at the hospital. But this is too deliberate and inevitably makes people wonder."

"And when you bring your dad dinner in the evening, he comes straight to pick you up. That seems a bit too deliberate."

Song Lingge thought to herself: That's all your fault. We agreed not to go together tonight, but we just happened to bump into each other at the door.

She was genuinely surprised that Qiao Nansheng, who was so angry at the time, could still patiently stay with her that night.

"While you were chatting in the ward, I was standing outside the door." Qiao Nansheng didn't intend to hide anything.

When Song Lingge came out of the ward and saw him, she had already guessed it.

There are some things I don't know how to say to his face, so it's probably best if he hears them, saving me a lot of trouble.

“Since you’ve already heard it, what else is there to ask?” Song Lingge wasn’t petty, so she simply asked directly.

"I heard that, but I still have a few questions I want to know."

"Are you sure you want to know?" Song Lingge asked, looking directly into Qiao Nansheng's eyes.

Actually, she was very flustered. She wasn't sure if Qiao Nansheng would still like her after hearing the truth, or if he would still stand firmly on her side.

Even a man with a bright future and a virtuous character might be afraid to let him know about the dark, damp side of her heart.

But deep down, she didn't want to hide it from him.

She was gambling that his feelings for her weren't so fragile that he could accept all the bad things.

Qiao Nansheng lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then raised his head to meet Song Lingge's gaze and said firmly, "I want to know everything about you."

Song Lingge pursed her lips, wondering where to begin her conversation with him.

"After Song Shi Ji opened, one time when meat was delivered, I discovered that the delivery driver was actually Ma Xiaodong. After catching up, I learned that his family had been living in Yuning all these years. After learning about this, I had an idea. As you might guess, the car accident was something I planned to frame Zhou Songmei."

Song Lingge narrated the story in a straightforward manner, without any embellishment, as if she were telling someone else's story.

He didn't even utter a single word in his own defense.

"Does Ma Xiaodong know about the whole thing?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"I needed his help, so of course I told him the whole story. But the purpose of the car accident was just to frame him; he didn't..."

“You didn’t really intend to hurt anyone, you just wanted to create this situation,” Qiao Nansheng added.

“I just don’t want you to misunderstand Ma Xiaodong. My dad got injured because of the poor handling. Actually, Ma Xiaodong already feels very guilty.”

Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but tap Song Lingge on the head: "Why would I misunderstand him? Do you really not care at all whether I misunderstand you or not? Do you trust me, or do you never care about my thoughts?"

If I didn't care, I wouldn't be so conflicted about you. Song Lingge only dared to say this in her heart.

She knew she was being too hasty in her pursuit of revenge and was already taking risks.

Some things she did were essentially skirting the edge of the law, but seeing how many evil deeds Zhou Songmei and Fang Guanghua had committed and were still at large, she couldn't accept it.

That's why she took the initiative to make Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei fight like dogs.

Unless they fall out and reveal Zhao Jueyu's death themselves, Song Lingge doesn't know what other way to bring this matter to light.

Having opened a door, Qiao Nansheng continued to express his grievances: "You're busy, so I never force you to call me. But if I hadn't returned to China, we wouldn't have spoken a word for almost two months. I wanted to find out some things about you through Jing Chu, but you always only tell him half and hide half, and I'm very worried about you."

When Jingchu was mentioned, Song Lingge felt a little annoyed. Why did they have to bring up this person whenever they talked about their relationship?

“I’m your girlfriend. Do I have to tell Jing Chu everything? You two have a good relationship, but what does that have to do with me? Just because you can talk about anything doesn’t mean I can.”

Qiao Nansheng was a little confused, not understanding why Song Lingge was suddenly angry.

"Jing Chu did this for our own good, and it was I who asked him to take care of you..."

"Well, thank you so much, thank you all." Song Lingge retorted irritably, then turned and walked away.

Qiao Nansheng quickly chased after her and grabbed her arm: "Don't be angry, okay? I asked you out today because I wanted to talk things out with you. Can we talk this out properly?"

"If Jing Chu is willing to talk to you properly, then go and talk to him!"

"Why are you talking about Jing Chu again? What did he do to you?"

"It's not that he did anything to me, it's that you did something to me."

"So what exactly did I do to you?"

"think it yourself!"