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

Song Lingge shook her head, not intending to tell them what she had guessed.

"He told me to curry favor with the Qin family more, but when I said I needed to get a car, he didn't say anything more."

"Hmph!" Lin Xiuzhi slammed her hand on the table. "What has he ruined this perfectly good free love affair into? Does he think everyone is like him? He's utterly absurd!"

"Grandma, you were just telling Grandpa not to get angry, it's not worth it. Why are you getting angry yourself now? The kind of person he is, as long as we ignore him, everything will be fine. Don't make yourself upset..."

"Ring ring—" The phone rang.

"Lingge, what exactly did your dad say to you? Did anything happen during dinner today? I just finished my work and came out to find that you were all gone."

Song Jianmei must have just finished her work, because she chattered on and on, asking all the questions that were on her mind.

Song Lingge raised her eyebrows. It seemed she would have to rest for a while longer and deal with each one one by one.

"Aunt, Zichen and Zihan were fussing about going to sleep, so we left after we finished eating. There were a lot of guests at that time, so I didn't want to disturb you. I just asked Xiao Wang to pass on my message."

"Yes, she said you left. What about your dad? When did he leave?"

"He probably left after we left. I wasn't with him, so I don't know."

Did he say anything to you?

"He didn't say anything. He asked me to go to Hele Manor, but I've been very busy these past few days. He told me to come see him after I've finished my work, so I don't know what he really meant."

Song Jianmei has already started living a good life, there's no need to drag her into this.

Song Lingge made up her mind not to let these troublesome things bother Zhao's parents and Song Jianmei anymore.

There seemed to be a long sigh on the other end of the phone. Song Lingge continued to comfort her, "Aunt, just focus on running the shop and don't think about anything else. I've also told my dad not to bother you at the shop all the time."

"You told him?" Song Jianmei was surprised, and even more surprised that Song Jianping had actually agreed.

Could it be because Song Lingge told him that Song Jianping didn't bother her in the kitchen and went straight back?

"He originally came looking for me, so it's my fault for dragging you into this. Now that he's found me, he doesn't need to go to the shop anymore. So don't worry, just take good care of the shop."

Song Jianmei was very afraid of Song Jianping. Firstly, because of Chen Sangde's death, and ultimately, because she was largely responsible for Nie Ergou's murder.

Of course, Song Jianping is also implicated.

The thought that her biological brother had almost betrayed her made Song Jianmei feel extremely distressed.

Secondly, regardless of what Song Jianping had done, he was, after all, her own brother. Moreover, Song Jianping had helped her a great deal in the past.

Although Song Jianmei looks like a decent person now, she used to do all sorts of despicable things, including betraying her brother.

She felt a mixture of fear, hatred, resentment, and love towards Song Jianping.

They grew up together, relying on each other since childhood; outsiders can't understand that kind of bond.

However, Chen Sangde's affair made it impossible for Song Jianmei to face Song Jianping without any resentment in the short term. She could only leave everything to time; perhaps after a while, the siblings would be able to heal the wounds caused by this incident.

After comforting Song Jianmei, Song Lingge turned to look at the Zhao family elders.

She smiled and said, "You see, that's what I told my aunt too. So you don't need to worry. Besides, Nansheng will be with me. With him there, how can you not feel at ease?"

In the end, the two elders and the young man reached a consensus: if they were to go to Hele Manor to see Song Jianping, they must go with Qiao Nansheng; otherwise, they would rather not go at all.

After making the promise, Song Lingge was finally able to go back to her room to rest.

In her past life, she was just an unknown housewife. In this life, she is filled with both trepidation and anticipation at having such a great opportunity to start a new career.

She must prepare the interview well and make a name for herself.

Chen Dengming is an excellent editor; he arranged everything perfectly and appropriately.

Initially, it was only agreed that there would be a written interview in the newspaper, but Chen Dengming saw that Song Lingge was very cooperative, so he also arranged a television interview for her.

This made Song Lingge even busier.

It was two weeks later when the interview was finally completed.

However, there was no need for Song Lingge to explain anything to Song Jianping, because in the past two weeks, Song Lingge had made a name for herself.

Nanling is the pen name of Song Lingge. In an instant, Nanling became the most sought-after emerging writer.

Song Lingge believed that Song Jianping must know, otherwise he would have remained silent for the past two weeks without her contacting him.

Having finally found some free time, Song Lingge still planned to meet with Song Jianping.

Actually, she also had many questions in her heart, and she needed Song Jianping to give her an answer.

Song Lingge called Qiao Nansheng to arrange a time to meet, planning to launch another surprise attack on Song Jianping.

"Whose car is this?" Song Lingge asked.

Qiao Nansheng drove up in a car he'd never seen before; it looked like a new car.

"You drive." Qiao Nansheng tossed the keys to Song Lingge and moved to the passenger seat.

Song Lingge got into the car, touched the steering wheel, and her eyes sparkled: "This car is so beautiful, whose is it?"

"Yours! Do you like it?" Qiao Nansheng said with a smile.

"Mine?" Song Lingge's eyes widened.

"This is a gift from my parents and me to you." Qiao Nansheng said in a very casual tone, as if he were saying, "I bought you a piece of clothing."

Song Lingge didn't have time to complain. She asked in surprise, "Why are you giving me a gift? It's not my birthday or any holiday. Why are you giving me a gift? And it sounds so weird that you and your parents are giving it to me together."

"It's a gift they gave you as a token of our meeting. But choosing the car was a decision we made together. After all, my girlfriend is now a well-known and beautiful writer, and it's not very convenient for her to go out without a car."

"So you bought me a car as a gift? That's too expensive, I can't accept it." Song Lingge was still a little incredulous.

This gift is too expensive; she can hardly accept it.

“There’s nothing I can’t accept. They like you a lot, and I like you even more. Besides, it’s already been bought.” Qiao Nansheng spread his hands, indicating that he couldn’t handle it, as if the car was a hot potato.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

Only someone with a large and powerful family can say such things so nonchalantly.

Qiao Nansheng saw through her thoughts, raised his eyebrows, and said unconvinced, "You own two shops and write novels. You're the richest person I know among your age. It's not right for you to act like this!"

"Qiao Nansheng, I think I still owe you money, right?" Song Lingge suddenly asked.