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

After dinner, we didn't stay at the Qiao family's house for long before we had to go home.

Song Lingge took out the jewelry box that Zhang Lingyu had insisted on giving her before she left; inside was a pair of jade earrings.

"Do you like them? Grandma used to really like these earrings." Qiao Nansheng glanced at them while driving.

"What were you and Grandma Qiao talking about outside?"

Qiao Nansheng smiled and asked in return, "So what did you and Grandpa talk about in the study?"

"What can we talk about? It's nothing but novels. Don't you know your own grandfather? He's a huge book lover, he's incredibly fond of reading novels."

"Yes, yes, and moreover, this is a face-to-face exchange with his favorite author, so of course he's a super fan."

"What are you trying to change the subject about? I haven't even answered your question yet," Song Lingge said persistently.

Don't expect to give up before she gets the answers she wants from you.

“Grandma said she and Grandpa were very happy that we were together, and they insisted on giving you a gift. These earrings were a gift from my great-grandmother when she and Grandpa got engaged, and she has always treasured them, only wearing them on important holidays.”

Song Lingge knew it was valuable, but she never expected it to have such commemorative significance.

So I quickly put it away and carefully placed it in my bag.

"Why did you suddenly bring me to their house?" Song Lingge asked.

"It's still early, why don't we go to the riverbank for some fresh air? You drank quite a bit tonight," Qiao Nansheng suggested.

Letting the river breeze dispel the smell of alcohol is a good suggestion; otherwise, Lin Xiuzhi will nag us again when we get back.

I just promised them I'd drink less, this is such a slap in the face.

The two of them strolled hand in hand along the riverbank. In such hot weather, the cool river breeze felt wonderful.

“Every time I see them, including my maternal grandparents, and now Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin, I feel that life is very meaningful. I don’t know if you understand that feeling.”

The river breeze brushed against Song Lingge's long hair, drifting onto Qiao Nansheng's cheek, a gentle, soft, and slightly tingling sensation that stirred his heart.

It was as if it were answering for her.

“From the moment we got together, I sensed that you had something on your mind. Forgive me for not being able to get you to open up. It was my fault, I wasn’t good enough.”

“No…” Song Lingge tried to explain, but Qiao Nansheng stopped her.

"Hear me out."

Song Lingge then realized Qiao Nansheng's purpose in taking her to the Qiao family.

Happiness is contagious.

Too many things have happened lately, and her anxiety and irritability have finally affected him.

However, the anxiety was indeed alleviated at the Qiao family's home.

Seeing them living happily ever after, isn't this the life Song Lingge has always dreamed of?

"Have you noticed the flowers in Grandma's garden?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Song Lingge thought this was nonsense; no one could pass by such a garden without noticing.

The garden is full of flowers in full bloom, each season offering a different kind of beauty.

Although both the Qin and Zhao families have gardens, neither can match the care and attention put into the Qiao family's garden.

That was the most beautiful garden Song Lingge had ever seen.

This statement carries great weight, considering that Song Lingge has lived through two lifetimes.

Not knowing what Qiao Nansheng's intentions were, Song Lingge didn't joke or tease him as usual, but quietly nodded.

"You may not know this, but Grandpa actually has hay fever."

Song Lingge exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! She has hay fever and still grows so many flowers; it's definitely true love."

Qiao Nansheng quickly added, "But it's better now. I heard that at first they only planted some green plants, but Grandma loved flowers so much that Grandpa would secretly plant some flowers, gradually getting used to planting one type a year, and now it's a garden full of flowers."

"Grandpa Qiao has already developed pollen immunity. It's just like when we eat mangoes. Many people are allergic to mangoes, but if you eat a lot of them, you will naturally develop immunity."

Song Lingge explained earnestly, and Qiao Nansheng stopped and looked at her gently, while also tidying her wind-blown hair.

After she finished speaking, Qiao Nansheng held her hand: "My grandma often says that I am a lot like my grandpa. Many times, I don't know where your sadness comes from, but I am willing to be with you. I hope you won't find me annoying. As long as you are willing to look back, I will always be behind you."

"That's so cheesy, why do you say that?" Song Lingge looked away, a little embarrassed.

Qiao Nansheng forced her to look him in the eye and said solemnly, "I'm just saying what's on my mind. My grandparents went through the Cultural Revolution, and those years were really tough. But they never gave up, and together they built their own garden. I think we can too."

Song Lingge nodded.

"From now on, I don't want to influence your decisions, but I just hope that you can think of me before making any decisions. If possible, please discuss them with me before deciding whether to do them, okay?"

Song Lingge sensed that Qiao Nansheng's words had a hidden meaning.

Some of the things she did in her quest for revenge were very bad.

She often finds herself in a dilemma, but that's life; there's no predetermined path, and paths are made by people walking them.

Song Lingge couldn't determine which path was right, so she could only follow the choice she had at the moment.

Just like conspiring with Ma Xiaodong, once I thought of it, I just carried it out without ever considering the consequences.

However, as the plan is implemented, you will find that some things, once done, will be full of loopholes, and you will have to think of countless ways to fix them, ultimately making more and more mistakes.

Song Lingge also had moments of regret, fearing that by doing so, she would lose everything she had now.

Qiao Nansheng was using happiness to restrain her steps, making her try to face the predicament in front of her as rationally as possible.

Song Lingge lowered her eyes and pondered for a long time before raising her head and nodding heavily.

"It's not that I don't want to be honest with you, it's just that there are some things I don't know how to say in a way that you can understand. Actually, in front of you, I'm pretty much like... a white color with a few hues."

Song Lingge thought for a long time before coming up with this description.

Because Qiao Nansheng is worth it, she is willing to always be her most transparent and simplest self in front of him.

But she can't do it now.

However, she believed that as long as Qiao Nansheng didn't give up, she would keep this as her goal and eventually achieve it.

Song Lingge silently decided in her heart to carry out her revenge in a different way.

"Tell me slowly what I don't understand. Even if my comprehension is low, I can gradually understand it."

"What if your comprehension is so low that you just can't understand it?"

"Then I'll have to trouble you to be more patient and keep explaining until I understand."

......

The gentle river breeze dispelled all of one's sorrows.