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

The closer Song Lingge got to Hele Manor, the faster her heart raced.

Finally, Song Lingge turned the car around.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng noticed that Song Lingge was acting strangely.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, I just feel incredibly anxious." Song Lingge pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Qiao Nansheng first touched her forehead and found that she didn't have a fever. Then he saw her clutching her chest, so he reached out his hand. Just before he touched her, he suddenly realized what he was doing and said with a red face, "Come here, let me drive."

Song Lingge was indeed very uncomfortable, so she immediately switched seats with Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng immediately drove to the hospital: "I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."

"No need." Song Lingge sat up straight, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong.

Strangely enough, after leaving Hele Manor, her complexion did improve a lot, and her heartbeat wasn't as rapid.

Qiao Nansheng glanced at her several times; Song Lingge didn't seem to be unwell at all.

If I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought she was lying, like one of those mischievous students who fake illness to avoid detection.

Song Lingge wanted to explain to Qiao Nansheng, but she couldn't say for sure why: "It really doesn't hurt anymore now, it's probably because I drank too much yesterday!"

That was just to fool Qiao Nansheng; she knew her own limits when it came to drinking.

Qiao Nansheng, unsuspecting, said, "Then I'll take you home. Don't go anywhere today. Go back and get some rest."

Song Lingge nodded: "By the way, you can keep my mom's suitcase for now. So that Grandma and Grandpa won't see it and think about my mom again."

"Okay, I'll find a locksmith for you when I have time, and I'll give it to you once it's opened."

Song Lingge smiled slightly at Qiao Nansheng: "Our Nansheng is the best."

Back at the Zhao family home, Qiao Nansheng, unusually, did not run away and escorted Song Lingge back to her bedroom.

Song Lingge lay in bed, finding that she couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

This feeling of panic was really strange. She felt it was very familiar, but once the pain subsided, everything was fine, leaving her completely baffled.

She tossed and turned in bed for a while without feeling sleepy, so she simply got up and started writing.

Chen Dengming has already arranged a new novel with her.

The first novel was generally successful, but Song Lingge had higher expectations for herself and always fantasized about achieving instant success.

But reality is not like that.

In her second novel, Song Lingge took Chen Dengming's advice and decided to write a non-fiction novel.

She had an idea to write down Zhao Jueyu's and her own story as a warning to modern women.

Never abandon yourself, no matter what.

Perhaps because it was a story that actually happened to her, Song Lingge was able to write it with ease and fluency.

In just a few hours, he had already written tens of thousands of words.

She shook her neck and could hear the bones rattling.

She finished drinking the water in her glass before turning off her computer and going downstairs.

"Nansheng, you didn't go back?" Song Lingge spotted Qiao Nansheng playing chess with Zhao Zhangguo in the tea room at a glance.

“You silly boy, Nansheng has come all this way, of course you have to play chess with me,” Zhao Zhangguo eagerly replied.

Last time, Qiao Nansheng made a fool of himself in front of them, and he didn't come to their house for a long time.

Zhao Zhangguo really misses this chess friend who shares his passion for the game.

"Hey, stop pestering Nansheng to play chess. It's been going on for ages. Come over and rest for a bit, have some fruit," Lin Xiuzhi called out to the tea room as she peeled a mango in the living room.

Zhao Zhangguo pouted at Qiao Nansheng, but answered smoothly, "Okay, I'll be right there. Nansheng just likes playing chess, it's not like I'm the one pestering him."

Qiao Nansheng smiled, revealing his white teeth: "I like playing chess with Grandpa Zhao."

"Then you guys continue, I want to eat mango." Song Lingge ran to Lin Xiuzhi's side and sat down next to her.

Qiao Nansheng and Zhao Zhangguo also put away the chessboard and came to sit down in the living room.

"Have you rested enough?" Qiao Nansheng asked, looking Song Lingge up and down.

Song Lingge knew that his subtext was asking her if she was still feeling anxious.

"Of course, it's wonderful."

"Don't drink so much next time. What kind of girl gets drunk outside?" Lin Xiuzhi handed Song Lingge a mango cut into small pieces.

"Yes, ma'am. I promise I won't do it again next time." Song Lingge used a toothpick to pick up a piece of mango and fed it to Lin Xiuzhi.

Lin Xiuzhi wanted to say a few more words, but her mouth was gagged and she couldn't say anything.

"What? Trying to shut me up?" After Lin Xiuzhi finished eating, Song Lingge tried to feed her again, but Lin Xiuzhi slapped her hand.

Song Lingge laughed awkwardly and said, "Of course not, they just felt sorry for you. They fed you mangoes and you didn't appreciate it."

"I have something to tell you." Lin Xiuzhi glared at her, pretending to be serious. "Jianmei also called home and asked you to come to the store when you have time."

Did Auntie say what it was about?

"That's not true."

Song Lingge finished the mango in a few bites, then pulled Qiao Nansheng away, saying, "We'll eat at the shop tonight, you don't need to worry about us."

"You child, you're always in such a hurry! Nansheng hasn't finished eating yet!"

Lin Xiuzhi was still calling from behind when Song Lingge had already pulled Qiao Nansheng out the door.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"I'm hungry! And I haven't been to the store since my dad was hospitalized, so I'm craving my aunt's cooking."

Because of Ma Xiaodong, Song Lingge was worried that Song Jianping would become suspicious, so she hadn't been to Song Shi Ji for a long time.

"Then I'll treat you later, as a way of making up for my mistakes these past few times," Qiao Nansheng said with a smile.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him: "Inviting me to dinner at my shop?"

"Don't let the rich water go to outsiders!"

"Then let's see if your aunt will take your money!" Song Lingge glanced out the window. "Nansheng, turn right at the intersection ahead and let's go see how Fang Guanghua's shop is doing."

Qiao Nansheng didn't say anything, but did as he was told.

Song Lingge explained with a smile, "Oh dear! They're all restaurants. I'm going there to get to know them better. Some people shouldn't get jealous out of nowhere."

Qiao Nansheng rolled his eyes at her, but when he turned his head, a faint smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Guanghua's shop has also opened, and it seems to be doing quite well, even though it just opened recently.

"Want to go down and take a look? Want to try some dishes?" Qiao Nansheng asked with a smile.

Even though Song Lingge knew Qiao Nansheng was joking, she still had to answer properly and not be nonchalant, otherwise he would get angry and she would have to coax him herself.

Song Lingge shook her head, looking utterly disgusted: "This newly opened business can't compare to ours. It doesn't even look appetizing."

It's not a perfect answer, but it's acceptable.

"Lie down," Qiao Nansheng suddenly shouted.