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

Song Jianping wasn't quite done chatting yet and wanted to talk a little longer, but seeing that the others weren't very interested, he had no choice but to agree with them.

As long as Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng don't break up, their relationship will be unbreakable.

As a result, Song Jianping's gaze towards Song Lingge became more amiable.

It was a stark contrast to when we first met in the store.

Song Lingge knew that Song Jianping saw that the Qin and Qiao families were profitable. If he were from a family like Fang Guanghua's or his own, he probably wouldn't have had this dinner party today.

In other words, the Qin and Qiao families have a certain level of understanding, and they also need to consider the face of the Zhao family and Song Lingge, so they deal with Song Jianping in a friendly manner.

"From now on, we're all family. Let's keep in touch, whether there's anything to discuss or not," Song Jianping said.

Seeing that Song Lingge was about to leave, Song Jianping called out to her, "Lingge, stay a moment, I have something to tell you."

Song Lingge feigned reluctance and said to the Qin family, "Then you can go to the car first and wait for me for a while."

“Okay.” Qiao Nansheng, along with his family, including Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, went to the parking area first.

Once only Song Lingge and Song Jianping remained, Song Jianping's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression. "Are you that reluctant to part? Can't you even see me for a little while?"

"Dad, what are you saying?"

"I'm just talking to you for a bit, and you're making them wait? Isn't that because you want me to finish as soon as possible?" Song Jianping said unhappily.

"What are you thinking? I have to go get the car and take them back. There aren't enough drivers."

Song Jianping's cheek twitched. Even if he had misunderstood, he wouldn't admit it verbally, so he asked, "With so many people in their family, do they really need you to drive?"

"Uncle Qiao lives abroad most of the time, and driving is different from driving in China, so he's not used to it. Of the rest of us, only Nansheng, Uncle Qin, and I can drive. With so many people, we need three cars!"

Unable to find fault, Song Jianping could only say, "Then go ahead, but come back another day. I have something to tell you."

Can't you say it now?

"Tsk!" Song Jianping made an impatient sound.

Song Lingge smiled apologetically, "Okay, okay, I'll go back as soon as I have time, but as you just heard, I have to prepare for the interview these next few days, so I might not have time."

Song Jianping nodded, suppressing his temper: "You go ahead and do your thing, and be nicer to Qiao Nansheng, don't be so willful."

“How have I been willful?” Song Lingge disagreed.

"Just listen to me, you always talk back. Fine, go on your way now, so others don't have to wait."

Song Lingge was about to leave, but after thinking for a moment, she spoke up: "Dad, you can come to the shop to eat or whatever, but don't keep coming and interfering with Aunt's business. If you need anything, just come to me directly."

Upon hearing this, Song Jianping glared at Song Lingge with displeasure: "What? Did she complain to you?"

"What are you complaining about? I'm your daughter, don't you know me?"

Normally, if Song Lingge spoke in this manner, Song Jianping would have already lost his temper. However, he didn't want to have a conflict with Song Lingge now, so he nodded to her and said in a calm tone, "I understand. I won't come to the store again. You should go now, don't keep them waiting."

"Okay, I'm going now. You should go home early too."

After saying goodbye to Song Jianping, Song Lingge turned around, and her face immediately fell.

Why does she have such a father?

At the dinner party, Song Jianping's fawning face made Song Lingge feel nauseous whenever she thought about it.

This was the first time Song Lingge had eaten with the Qiao and Qin families, and she already felt embarrassed.

All the achievements I had made suddenly seemed insignificant.

“Lingge—” Qiao Nansheng waved to her.

Song Lingge quickly stepped forward: "What are you doing back here?"

"I've come to your rescue! I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly." Qiao Nansheng came over and took her hand.

"I offered to drive you back, and he couldn't say anything more."

“He called several times and deliberately came to the store to wait for you, so it must be something important.”

Song Lingge nodded: "I suspect that Ma Xiaodong and I've been caught conspiring together. I've been calling Ma Xiaodong these past two days, but no one has answered. I guess he's avoiding me. But who knows? Didn't we find out earlier that he went to see Fang Guanghua and his group?"

"Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll be with you." Qiao Nansheng held her hand tightly.

"I'm not too worried. Sometimes I actually look forward to the day when I can confront him, so I don't have to suffer like this all the time."

"That day will come, but we must not be impulsive or hasty."

Song Lingge tilted her head and smiled at him: "I know! But after meeting your family today, given my dad's character, he'll probably forgive me for now. He'd love to establish contact with your family through me."

She said it with a smile, but Qiao Nansheng knew she was feeling terrible inside.

“You were raised by Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin. My family knows exactly who you are, so don’t overthink it,” Qiao Nansheng said gently.

"Won't they think...?"

"No!" Qiao Nansheng answered firmly.

Fearing that Song Lingge might get stuck on something, he explained, "If they had any ulterior motives, they wouldn't have helped you so much at the dinner just now. You'll see later."

Song Lingge breathed a sigh of relief; she hoped that her relationship with Qiao Nansheng would have a future.

"Sister-in-law, brother, hurry up!" Qin Zihan poked her head out of the car window.

"We're here! Sorry to keep you waiting." Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng quickly ran towards the car.

After seeing off the Qin family, Qiao Nansheng then escorted Song Lingge and the two elders of the Zhao family back to the Zhao family home.

After a busy day, I finally got to relax.

Song Lingge lay sprawled on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi had been looking serious ever since they returned home, unable to smile.

“Your dad is still the same as ever. He’s already the principal of a school, and he hasn’t improved at all,” Zhao Zhangguo said indignantly.

Lin Xiuzhi patted his back to calm him down: "Don't get agitated, it's not worth getting sick from anger."

Song Lingge quickly got up and poured Zhao Zhangguo a cup of hot water. "Grandpa, don't take it to heart. That's just the kind of person he is. Here, have some hot water."

Lin Xiuzhi sighed and said, "He clearly knew that Nansheng was dating you, but he didn't even try to save face for you in front of his family. This guy is really... No wonder your grandfather was angry. I even wanted to kick him out."

Song Lingge sat down next to Lin Xiuzhi and comforted her with a smile: "Nansheng won't mind. He already knows what kind of person my dad is."

"Sigh—" Lin Xiuzhi sighed heavily.

"As long as it doesn't affect your relationship, that's fine. By the way, what did he say when he kept you behind?" Zhao Zhangguo asked.