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

"Why do you need a locksmith?" Lin Xiuzhi asked.

"It's my mom's wooden box. We couldn't find the key, so I wanted to open it and take a look," Song Lingge replied with a smile.

Having successfully diverted the elderly couple's attention, she gracefully withdrew from the scene.

"I haven't seen any around here, but there are several near the vegetable market."

"Then I'll go down and take a look."

"Oh, by the way, when you weren't home last night, your dad called home and asked you to come over when you have some free time," Lin Xiuzhi said.

"My dad?" Song Lingge asked again.

Song Jianping knew he was disliked by the Zhao family, so he rarely called Song Lingge.

"Yes, but he didn't say what it was about, he just wanted you to go there. You know I don't want to talk to him much, so I didn't ask any questions."

When Lin Xiuzhi received Song Jianping's call, she didn't recognize his voice at first and almost thought it was a spam call.

After Song Jianping introduced himself, there was a long silence on both ends of the phone.

After Song Jianping finished explaining what it was about, Lin Xiuzhi hung up the phone, unwilling to say another word to him.

If Zhao Jueyu were still alive, perhaps with the passage of time, the two families would have a chance to reconcile.

But now, it's absolutely impossible.

"Okay, I'll find some time to go there."

For some reason, Song Lingge felt a little flustered.

This feeling is strangely familiar.

After thinking for a moment, Song Lingge called Qiao Nansheng, then went upstairs, took her small suitcase, and waited outside for Qiao Nansheng to pick her up.

Just as I stepped out of the courtyard gate, Qiao Nansheng drove up.

"Where are you taking the suitcase?" Qiao Nansheng got out, opened the trunk, and put the suitcase inside.

“My grandparents are getting old and they bicker all the time. This is to stop them from arguing,” Song Lingge said with a hint of helplessness.

Although I find their occasional bickering quite amusing, too much bickering can easily escalate into a fight if one of them gets angry.

Therefore, to avoid this situation, whenever Song Lingge is around, they will try to shift their focus.

The health of Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi is what she values ​​most.

"Didn't you say before that arguing occasionally is a kind of fun?" Qiao Nansheng said with a smile.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him: "You said it yourself, it's only occasional. They're arguing way too often these days. I'm worried about what will happen if they keep arguing after I move back to school when classes start?"

Before Qiao Nansheng could speak, Song Lingge added, "Are you going to do your internship as soon as school starts? It's more convenient to stay at home, and it's closer to the school."

"Lingge, have you thought about your job? Mayor Xiao mentioned you when we met last time."

Song Lingge didn't know what Qiao Nansheng meant by bringing this up. During the more than half a year he was abroad, they rarely discussed this kind of thing.

Even when Qiao Nansheng was confirmed to intern at the municipal government, she only found out suddenly, no earlier than Jing Chu and the others.

To be honest, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Don't you like my writing? Or do you hope I can find a stable job?" Song Lingge's voice was calm, and it sounded unchanged.

"No, you can do whatever you want. It's just that I secretly want to be with you more often. When I met Mayor Xiao last time, he mentioned you, and this thought just flashed through my mind. It doesn't mean anything else."

Qiao Nansheng really didn't mean anything by it; his idea was simple: to stick with Song Lingge all the time.

He hadn't had this idea before, but after meeting with Xiao Jun last time, he heard Mayor Xiao say that he thought highly of him and Song Lingge, so he started to have this idea.

Besides, Song Lingge simply didn't participate in the exchange program; she's still excellent in other aspects. Letting her realize her own dreams is far better than him realizing their shared dreams.

However, he was unaware of Song Lingge's thoughts. From the moment she decided to pursue writing, Song Lingge wanted to settle down in this field.

Song Lingge didn't speak again. After a long silence, Qiao Nansheng finally realized that he had gotten himself into trouble again.

Before returning from the United States, the two had a long period of cold war; after returning to China, although the conflict had weakened a lot, Qiao Nansheng knew that there was still an invisible chasm between them, which kept their hearts from getting closer.

He didn't know where the problem lay, and he became anxious and insecure.

"Screech—" A heavy, sudden stop.

Song Lingge decided that from now on, when the two of them are alone, she will drive.

"Nansheng? What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Should I drive?"

Song Lingge was also in a dilemma. She had tried to find an opportunity to explain everything that had happened to her to Qiao Nansheng, but each time it seemed like she was missing a suitable opportunity.

Over time, she didn't know what to do anymore.

“No need.” Qiao Nansheng looked at Song Lingge. “I really didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve read your novels, and they’re even better written. I just thought that being a diplomat has always been your dream, so if there’s an opportunity, I’d like to help you achieve it.”

Song Lingge pinched his cheek: "I know, I was just thinking when I didn't say anything, I wasn't thinking too much about it. But I was a little uncomfortable because you didn't tell me about the internship beforehand."

So that's why he was in a bad mood. Qiao Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you first. I only received a call from Mayor Xiao's secretary before I came to see you that day, so I just found out myself. After seeing you, I was distracted for a moment and forgot about it."

Qiao Nansheng had genuinely forgotten about it; if he hadn't later offered to treat everyone to dinner, he wouldn't have remembered it at all.

In his heart, Song Lingge's matter always came first.

"Fine, I won't hold it against you. But if it happens again..."

Qiao Nansheng grasped Song Lingge's raised index finger and interrupted her with a smile: "There won't be a next time."

I dare not let it happen again.

Through these incidents, Qiao Nansheng also discovered that Song Lingge liked to nitpick over small things, such as lending Jing Chu the computer, or not telling her about her internship first...

However, these things can be avoided with a little attention, and he will definitely not stumble over such small details again in the future.

"Can you still drive? Or should I drive?" Song Lingge asked.

Qiao Nansheng nodded. Although Song Lingge could drive, she rarely had the chance to drive, so she should be given more practice.

"Are we going to Hele Manor now? Do you know what your dad wants to talk to you about?"

Song Lingge gripped the steering wheel with both hands, stared straight ahead, and shook her head.

But she had a very bad feeling, though she couldn't explain why.

This is why she asked Qiao Nansheng to accompany her.