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

After leaving the hospital, Qiao Nansheng parked his car in an open-air parking lot not far away, where he could easily spot the hospital's main entrance.

Song Jianping nodded in satisfaction.

"What exactly do you want?" Song Lingge couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You're just too impatient. Just wait and see, you'll see in a bit. Keep an eye on things!" After giving these instructions, Song Jianping focused his gaze intently on the door.

Not long after, they saw Ma Xiaodong come out of the hospital entrance. The bus stop was on the left side of the hospital, but Ma Xiaodong was walking in their direction.

Song Jianping's expression instantly became agitated: "Lie down, lie down quickly, don't let him find you. What did he say at the hospital just now? He said he was going to take the bus, but what happened? I don't think this kid ever tells the truth."

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng lay down as instructed, but their eyes revealed their utter disbelief at Song Jianping.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want anyone else to come with us?" Song Lingge muttered under her breath.

"But you all said it was just a matter of stepping on the gas, but he wouldn't listen!" Song Jianping really knows how to make excuses for everything.

Ma Xiaodong got into his small truck; it turned out he had also parked his truck there.

“Follow him, I want to see where he’s going,” Song Jianping said.

Song Lingge felt a strong sense of surreptitiousness after her rebirth, as if she was often secretly doing something underhanded.

I used to think that I was doing this because I was reborn and wanted to take revenge, but I never expected that even stealing feelings had a family tradition.

Ma Xiaodong was completely unaware that he was being followed, so following him was quite easy, and there was no life-or-death race against time.

Soon, Song Lingge found herself in the city center.

"Song Shi Ji is just one street away," Song Lingge said.

"Do you have any orders today?" Song Jianping asked.

"My aunt basically manages everything in the shop, so I don't know anything about it."

"Just follow him and see where he stops," Song Jianping said enthusiastically.

Song Lingge discovered that once the seed of doubt is planted in a person's heart, then they will pursue it relentlessly until they achieve their goal.

Song Jianping was so interested in Ma Xiaodong's whereabouts simply because he wanted to know if Ma Xiaodong had any relationship with Zhou Songmei.

He never completely believes what others say; he always seeks the truth for himself.

Ma Xiaodong parked his car in front of a storefront with clear water, while Qiao Nansheng parked his car a little further away.

"It looks like it's still under renovation. It might be a new shop he contacted that will deliver goods here in the future," Song Lingge analyzed.

During the renovation of "Song Shi Ji", Song Jianmei said that many people came to contact her for business. Ma Xiaodong also came at that time, which is how she was able to reunite with Song Lingge.

Song Jianping did not answer, his eyes fixed on the shop.

Perhaps because the shop was dusty from the renovation, Ma Xiaodong quickly came out, along with an old acquaintance.

"How could it be him?" Song Lingge said in surprise.

"You know him?" Song Jianping asked in return.

Song Lingge stared at him in disbelief and asked in confusion, "Don't you recognize him?"

Song Jianping shook his head blankly. The face looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"He's Fang Guanghua, the father of Zhou Songmei's child. You should have seen him when you went to the school last time!"

Now that you mention it, Song Jianping vaguely remembers it.

However, he was filled with anxiety at school at the time and didn't pay much attention to Zhou Songmei's lover. Even if he saw him, he didn't notice him.

"It could actually be him!" Song Jianping muttered to himself.

interesting!

really interesting!

Song Jianping's reason for following Ma Xiaodong was to find out if Ma Xiaodong and Zhou Songmei were in contact. Unexpectedly, Zhou Songmei did not appear, but Fang Guanghua was implicated instead.

However, this further proves that Ma Xiaodong and Zhou Songmei definitely know each other.

So, about the car accident...

A ruthless look appeared on Song Jianping's face.

"Let's go home." Song Jianping's tone was calm, but Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng both felt a very low atmosphere.

On the way back, no one spoke again.

Back at the Song family home, Song Jianping told Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng to go home first, citing the need to tidy up.

No need for feigned filial piety, Song Lingge was secretly pleased, and happily left with Qiao Nansheng.

"There's no need to be so happy, Song."

Back in the car, Song Lingge hummed a song with a smile, and Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but point it out to her.

"Do you want to stay and clean? I didn't realize Qiao was so diligent. Why don't you help me clean when you go back later?"

"my pleasure."

"Okay, it's settled then. You have to wipe the top of the cabinet too. Grandma has already scolded me several times."

Song Lingge started by joking, but Qiao Nansheng went along with her words.

Then she remembered that Lin Xiuzhi had asked her to do a thorough cleaning several times, and now that she had met someone eager to do the cleaning, she naturally wouldn't let it go.

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow, realizing that he had fallen into Song Lingge's trap.

But wasn't this something he did willingly?

He had been longing to be invited to her boudoir openly and legitimately for a long time!

Back at the Zhao family home, Song Lingge was indeed unceremoniously dragged Qiao Nansheng to clean, leaving Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo both amused and exasperated.

However, this is just the young couple's personal enjoyment, and they naturally wouldn't interfere.

The room hadn't changed much since my last visit, except for the addition of a bookshelf filled with books.

"No reading at night, be careful of your eyes," Qiao Nansheng said.

Song Lingge tossed him a rag and said with a smile, "I've already read all of those. I only look them up when I need to consult materials for writing. Besides, I'm always writing at night, so I don't have time to read!"

"You can't stay up too late writing."

Song Lingge pouted: "I know, Qiao Nansheng. If you keep interfering like this, you'll become the legendary 'dad-like boyfriend.' You know how I treat my dad."

The threat was so obvious that Qiao Nansheng immediately shut up.

Song Lingge also took a rag and wiped the lower area.

"This box looks like your mother's. Have you opened it?"

Song Lingge looked up and saw Qiao Nansheng wiping a small box in his hand, the one that Song Jianmei had taught her before.

"No, Grandma and the others don't know the key either."

"It's quite heavy, I wonder what it is."

"Are you curious?"

"Aren't you curious?" Qiao Nansheng asked in return.

To be honest, Song Lingge was also a little curious, after all, it was Zhao Jueyu's secret.

However, I couldn't find the key. After putting the box on the cabinet, I forgot about it and never opened it.

"Then give it to me, we'll go out and get a key made later."

Qiao Nansheng handed the box to Song Lingge and carefully placed it by the door so that it would be easily visible when she came in or out.