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

Qiao Nansheng shoved a brown sugar glutinous rice cake into his mouth: "Who told you not to eat it? You're such a chatterbox."

Jing Chu had his mouth full of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes and was muttering something, but no one could hear him, so he gave up and angrily chewed on them.

I need to stay away from that couple from now on, otherwise he'll always be the one who gets hurt.

He was the number one person to bring them together.

"Nansheng, where are you going for your internship?" Yu Shaofen asked.

"Has Nansheng found an internship yet?" Zhang Xiuxiu asked in surprise, unaware of the news.

"Okay. To the city hall."

"Wow—" Everyone had the same expression.

Qiao Nansheng is truly a model of someone who gets things done quietly.

Song Lingge knew his ambitions, so she wasn't surprised by the outcome.

The man she set her sights on... she wasn't wrong about him, although there were times when she was wrong, but I won't go into those.

"Boss, another case of ice-cold beer, please," Jing Chu called out, then poured drinks for everyone while saying, "Such a joyous occasion, let's drink until we drop!"

"I can't drink, I have to drive!" Qiao Nansheng said.

Jing Chu's hand, which was still raised, suddenly wilted.

Song Lingge downed the glass in one gulp with great gusto, then turned the glass upside down and swirled it around: "I'll drink it for Nansheng."

Qiao Nansheng grabbed her hand, trying to persuade her, but Song Lingge smiled and said, "I'm happy, I want to drink. Anyway, you'll take me home later."

After saying that, he poured himself another full glass and shouted at Jing Chu, "What are you standing there for? Drink up, I've already finished a glass."

Jing Chu, with his temperament, couldn't resist being provoked and immediately downed the whole thing in one gulp.

"Come on, drink up. Don't blame me for bullying you if you get drunk."

Song Lingge snorted disdainfully and immediately downed the glass of wine she had just poured.

Zhang Xiuxiu couldn't help but clap her hands: "Wow, Lingge, you're so generous! You've been hiding your true colors!"

Song Lingge started drinking after Fang Xingxing started junior high school.

Fang Xingxing lived at school during junior high, and Fang Guanghua was often away on business trips, so the house suddenly became much quieter.

After getting off work, Song Lingge faced the long night alone.

So she made it a habit to buy some braised food and a bottle of Jiangxiaobai liquor from the market every day after get off work.

That's how she gradually built up her alcohol tolerance.

So now, drinking beer is no different from drinking water for her.

To be honest, she has been on edge ever since her rebirth. She has many secrets in her heart that are almost suffocating her.

Qiao Nansheng was back, and she felt much more relaxed. But unseen, the concealment of Qiao Nansheng from her was like a sharp blade cutting into her skin, causing her great pain.

She needs to release her stress.

How to relieve worries?Only Dukang.

That night, Song Lingge and Jing Chu drank heavily, losing count of how much they drank, until they were both completely drunk and unconscious.

Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu escorted Jing Chu back to the teachers' apartment; it was too much trouble to take this drunkard back to his dormitory.

Qiao Nansheng then escorted Song Lingge home.

Perhaps due to deeply ingrained habits from her past life, Song Lingge's drinking etiquette was quite good.

Unlike Jing Chu, who was loud and boastful, she curled up in the back seat like a kitten and slept peacefully, occasionally letting out soft humming sounds.

Qiao Nansheng would occasionally glance at her through the rearview mirror; she was adorable, even when drunk.

In her sleep, Song Lingge felt as if she had returned to her past life.

She was Song Lingge, who was in her forties or fifties.

Like many ordinary days, she finished get off work and went to the market to buy braised food. Today she bought duck necks and duck feet.

Two bottles of Jiangxiaobai liquor, one of which wasn't enough for her to get a good night's sleep.

That's right, she needs alcohol to numb her senses so she can fall asleep; otherwise, she could lie awake staring at the night sky all night.

At that time, she felt that life had lost its meaning, and she felt like a walking corpse.

She only comes back to life on Friday afternoons.

When Fang Xingxing comes home, she goes to buy lots and lots of groceries, just like every ordinary family in the world, the most virtuous mother cooking for her beloved daughter.

During dinner, Fang Xingxing would tell her interesting stories from school, and occasionally share her confusion.

Fortunately, there was no clash between menopause and adolescence between the mother and daughter.

Only Fang Xingxing's existence gave Song Lingge the courage to live.

As Fang Guanghua's business grew, he brought home less and less money, and he went home less and less often.

Song Lingge was incredibly insensitive; by the time she realized it, she had already adapted to it all.

So she didn't cry or make a scene, as if this was how she and Fang Guanghua had always lived from the beginning.

However, in front of outsiders, including Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping, they still appear to be a very loving couple.

After all, they had never had any conflicts, and they could discuss everything with each other in a respectful manner.

Even their sex life was very harmonious.

Although the number of times was limited, Fang Guanghua always fulfilled his marital obligations whenever he returned home.

Therefore, Song Lingge herself felt that they were a model couple.

There are countless couples in the world, and perhaps their situation is quite good.

"Lingge, Lingge—" Who is calling her?

Song Lingge felt a cool sensation on her face as a hand gently stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears.

She tried to open her eyes, and a blurry face gradually became clear in her pupils.

"Lingge, what's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng asked gently.

He had just noticed Song Lingge sobbing, her face covered in unstoppable tears, so he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

It took Song Lingge a while to figure out what was going on. She reached out and threw herself into Qiao Nansheng's arms, hugging him tightly.

She buried her head in the crook of his neck, letting the tears stream down her face.

Qiao Nansheng stopped talking, hugged Song Lingge tightly in his arms, and gently patted her back with his other hand.

After a long, long silence, Song Lingge finally spoke in a muffled voice, "Nansheng, I...I..."

Song Lingge wanted to take this opportunity to tell Qiao Nansheng many things. She was just an ordinary person, and she needed someone else to share her burdens. But when she actually tried to speak, she found herself at a loss for words.

Those wounds cannot be explained with a single story.

She didn't know how to make Qiao Nansheng understand her feelings, and she couldn't make him empathize with her.

She couldn't even convince Qiao Nansheng of the unbelievable things that had happened to her.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Qiao Nansheng patted her shoulder and said gently, "You drank too much today. You need to rest. We can talk about it later. Are you feeling unwell? Do you feel like throwing up?"

Song Lingge shook her head.

“I’ve parked the car on the side of the road now. If you’re okay, I’ll take you home first. It’s too late, and Grandma Lin and the others will worry.”

Song Lingge nodded.

Qiao Nansheng helped her sit down and was about to close the car door and return to the driver's seat when Song Lingge grabbed his hand.

"Nansheng, if I'm hiding something from you..."