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

Although the trip was rushed, the proper etiquette must not be neglected.

There wasn't much good stuff nearby, so Song Lingge could only buy some fruit to take with her.

Qiao Nansheng knocked on the gate of the Qiao family's courtyard and looked at Song Lingge with a smile on her face.

However, when Song Lingge met his gaze, she only gave him a faint eye roll.

I increasingly feel that Qiao Nansheng's love life is like being possessed, and he has lost all his former charm and intelligence.

I must never become like him.

"Oh my, Nansheng and Lingge are here! Come in, come in!" Zhang Lingyu was naturally delighted to see Qiao Nansheng, and when she saw Song Lingge, she couldn't stop smiling.

Even if it's not explicitly stated, seeing the two of them walking hand in hand makes it clear.

"Hello, Grandma Qiao," Song Lingge greeted her with a smile.

The Qiao family elders continued to take excellent care of the garden, which was now a thriving and vibrant place, adorned with blooming flowers.

This is what life should be like.

The Qiao family has a kind of magic that can instantly calm Song Lingge's restless heart.

It was as if they had forgotten the passage of time.

"Old Joe, look who's here."

Qiao Yuejiang was sitting leisurely in a recliner, listening to Pingju opera. He was so engrossed in the performance that he paid no attention to Zhang Lingyu.

Anyway, it's not going to be the King of Heaven himself.

"Hello Grandpa Qiao, I'm bothering you again."

Upon hearing Song Lingge's voice, Qiao Yuejiang immediately opened his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, besides his close friend Song Lingge, there was also his beloved grandson Qiao Nansheng.

"Lingge, Nansheng, why are you here so late?"

Qiao Yuejiang was a little angry. They were so late; they obviously wouldn't stay at home for long.

As people get older, they like having many people around at home, and for the atmosphere to be lively.

"I missed you and Grandma, so I came over to have dinner with you," Qiao Nansheng replied with a smile.

"Are you hungry? I'll have Wenzhen bring you food right away." Zhang Lingyu couldn't bear to hear her precious grandson say he was hungry.

"I had already ordered when I arrived."

"You silly child! So you've come to our house to invite us to dinner?" Zhang Lingyu teased with a smile.

In their eyes, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng had become one.

"Wenzhen will be bringing the food in a while. Lingge, come here and tell me if you have any new novel projects planned recently?" Qiao Yuejiang beckoned to Song Lingge.

He was clearly acting like a fan of Song Lingge's books.

Zhang Lingyu rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said to Song Lingge, "He's gone mad now, constantly nagging me about your novel."

He then leaned close to Song Lingge's ear and whispered, "He still has a lot of ideas to discuss with you. Don't worry about being bothered; I'll save you later."

Song Lingge shook her head and answered cheerfully in a low voice, "It's no trouble. I like discussing things with Grandpa Qiao. He can give me a lot of great advice."

Qiao Yuejiang, with his sharp ears and eyes, naturally heard every word of their conversation.

He was very satisfied with Song Lingge's answer.

They truly are friends despite their age difference.

So, Song Lingge and Qiao Yuejiang went to the study to chat, while Qiao Nansheng followed Zhang Lingyu to the garden to tend to it.

Bougainvillea is growing exceptionally well this season, with clusters of bright pink flowers strung together like a pink waterfall.

"You brat, you just suddenly ran back like that without even telling us. We weren't prepared at all," Zhang Lingyu said reproachfully.

Qiao Nansheng, holding gardening shears and trimming dead branches, said with a smile, "You've all seen her before, what else do we need to prepare?"

Zhang Lingyu wanted to pat Qiao Nansheng on the head like she did when he was a child, but she found that the boy was now more than a head taller than her, and she could no longer pat him easily.

I suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Qiao Nansheng cut off some dead branches, worried that the falling leaves would hit Zhang Lingyu, so he reached out to block them, just in time to catch a glimpse of Zhang Lingyu's forlorn eyes.

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

Zhang Lingyu snapped out of her reverie: "It's nothing. This is Lingge's first visit as your girlfriend, so we, as elders, should at least show our appreciation. Don't you think we should prepare something?"

Qiao Nansheng hadn't really thought that much about it, and he scratched his head sheepishly.

He immediately thought of Song Lingge's earlier concern about not bringing any gifts.

"It's all my fault for calling her over at the last minute. No wonder she kept thinking about bringing you gifts on the way here; it was my oversight."

"Lingge is a more sensible child than you. Your grandfather and I both like her very much. You must treat her well!"

Qiao Nansheng thought to herself, "You don't need to tell me, I will treat her very, very well, because you have no idea how long I have waited for her."

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while longer before they heard the sound of a foot kicking the door.

Needless to say, it must be Wang Wenzhen bringing the food.

Qiao Nansheng opened the door and took the food.

Wang Wenzhen said with a smile, "Were you getting impatient? I made two extra dishes for you."

"Is the shop busy? Why don't you stay here and eat together?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

Wang Wenzhen quickly waved her hand: "No, there are still customers in the shop. You know, Nansheng is my lucky star. Every time he comes, my barely thriving shop suddenly gets business."

"Did you hear that? Your Aunt Wang is asking you to come back more often!"

Before Qiao Nansheng could answer, Wang Wenzhen shooed him into the house: "It'll be tiring to carry this, hurry up and take it inside!"

Once Qiao Nansheng entered the house, Wang Wenzhen, ever the gossip, leaned closer to Zhang Lingyu and asked, "Are they officially together?"

Zhang Lingyu's old face instantly broke into a wide smile, and she nodded.

Wang Wenzhen slapped her thigh and said, "I knew it! I've watched Nansheng grow up. When has he ever brought a girl to my restaurant? They must be someone special."

Zhang Lingyu patted Wang Wenzhen on the shoulder and said with a smile, "If you're not eating here, I won't chat with you anymore. I'll go keep them company, and we can talk again when we have time."

"Okay, okay, I won't take up any more of your time."

After seeing Wang Wenzhen off, Zhang Lingyu went into the house with a smile.

It really is true what they say, that people are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion.

The table was laden with dishes, all of which were Song Lingge's favorites, but the tastes of the two elderly people were also taken into account.

"I'm in a good mood today, how about some?" Qiao Yuejiang gestured with his hand as if drinking, and winked at Song Lingge as he did so.

Song Lingge immediately understood and said, "You're having a good chat with Grandpa Qiao, how about I have a drink with you?"

Her words made Zhang Lingyu swallow her curses instantly.

Zhang Lingyu usually doesn't allow Qiao Yuejiang to drink, but now that his future granddaughter-in-law has spoken up, he has no choice but to let her!

"I'll go get it," Qiao Nansheng said.

Only then did Zhang Lingyu realize that the three of them had conspired together.

She rolled her eyes at Qiao Yuejiang: "I only let you drink a little because of Ling Ge, so you have to know your limits."

Qiao Yuejiang rubbed his hands together like a child and said with a smile, "Yes, madam, I promise I won't drink too much."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Joyful laughter filled the room, and the meal was enjoyed by both host and guests.