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

This was the first time Song Lingge clearly realized that she was already a celebrity.

After signing autographs for the waiters, her heart was still pounding when she got back to her car.

Looking at her slightly flushed face, Qiao Nansheng joked, "Should I also get some autographs and sell them? Maybe I can make a fortune."

"How pathetic!" Song Lingge gave him a reproachful glare.

She cupped her cheeks in her hands and mumbled, "Is my face very red? It feels a little hot to the touch."

Qiao Nansheng tapped her nose and replied with a smile, "Fair skin with a rosy glow, very pretty."

"You're so unserious." Song Lingge sighed and stopped talking to him.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that Ma Xiaodong's matter was more important now.

What's your opinion on Ma Xiaodong's situation?

Qiao Nansheng also resumed his serious tone and stopped joking with her.

"Ma Xiaodong's disappearance is strange in itself. Even if your conspiracy with him was exposed, you should be the one who doesn't dare to face it. But now, it's him who has disappeared. I think it's possible that he disappeared for something else..."

Song Lingge disagreed with Qiao Nansheng's analysis.

Although Ma Xiaodong and she hadn't seen each other for many years, their childhood friendship, coupled with their conversations after their reunion, meant that Song Lingge's decision to embark on such a dangerous plan with him was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Song Lingge trusted Ma Xiaodong.

This feeling is indescribable to others.

She could only nod slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Seeing that Song Lingge wasn't very interested in the conversation, Qiao Nansheng stopped talking, and the two of them returned to the Zhao family in silence.

"Lingge, I won't go in. You get some rest and don't think too much. Let's wait and see what news Aunt Song has."

When Qiao Nansheng said goodbye, Song Lingge didn't try to stop him.

She knew she was being a bit dramatic, and that her temper flared up inexplicably.

Qiao Nansheng had just happily given her a gift, but she immediately gave him a cold shoulder.

However, Song Lingge is currently preoccupied with Ma Xiaodong's situation, and even though she realizes her own problem, she can't comfort him.

He returned home feeling dejected, and Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi gathered around him.

"Whose car is that?" Lin Xiuzhi asked.

"Nansheng said it was a gift from his parents to me when we met."

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi exchanged a silent glance; this gift was indeed far too valuable.

In fact, they were the first to know that Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng were dating, but they never expressed their feelings to Qiao Nansheng, which now seems incredibly rude.

"Their family really likes you and values ​​you."

Thinking about how she had just upset Qiao Nan, Song Lingge felt even worse.

"Your grandmother and I will also think about what kind of return gift we can give Nansheng. You don't need to feel bad about it." Zhao Zhangguo could also see that Song Lingge was in a bad mood.

The elderly couple assumed that Song Lingge was worried about how to reciprocate such an expensive gift.

"No need, Grandpa, I'll return the gift myself!"

Song Lingge is now able to earn money and has her own savings. The Zhao family elders have already sacrificed too much for her, and she doesn't want them to bleed any more money.

Lin Xiuzhi tapped her forehead and said with a smile, "Don't think about that. If we're really talking about it, your parents should be the ones preparing the return gift. But... we're not counting on that person. Your grandparents have to step up."

Song Lingge leaned her head on Lin Xiuzhi's shoulder and said sweetly, "Grandma, Grandpa, it's so good to have you!"

Although the Qiao family's gifts were very valuable, Song Lingge did not feel that she could not accept them.

In this life, she is outstanding enough and can do her best to contribute to the Qiao and Qin families.

However, Qiao Nansheng's feelings...

Song Lingge felt that the hardest thing to repay, or rather, the hardest thing to be repaid, was Qiao Nansheng's affection.

Memories played in my mind frame by frame, like a slideshow.

Qiao Nansheng who passed her notes, Qiao Nansheng who danced with her, Qiao Nansheng who accompanied her to the competition, Qiao Nansheng who shielded her from a knife attack...

Thinking about all this, Song Lingge could no longer hold back.

"Grandma, Grandpa, I'm going to find Nansheng." With that, she dashed out.

Because of her own affectation, Song Lingge could sense that Qiao Nansheng had become more cautious in his interactions with her after returning to China.

At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it; after all, it's normal for girls to receive some preferential treatment.

But now Song Lingge feels that their relationship is unhealthy.

Qiao Nansheng shifted all his focus to her, paying less and less attention to himself.

Even something as significant as his joining the municipal government was something she learned about at the same time as others.

Before this, Song Lingge was completely unaware of the pressure and confusion he was facing.

This is unequal.

She couldn't let Qiao Nansheng lose himself because he loved her.

Song Lingge ran faster and faster, the wind whistling in her ears.

She strives forward towards her love.

"Boom boom boom——"

Qin Rong opened the door.

Song Lingge ran so fast that she was panting heavily with a dry mouth.

Qin Rong asked with concern, "Ling Ge? Why are you running in such a hurry? Come in quickly."

Song Lingge was still catching her breath when Qin Rong pulled her into the living room.

Hu Lixia poured her a glass of water, which Song Lingge quickly drank down in one gulp: "Grandma Hu, Aunt Qin, where's Nansheng?"

“Nansheng just went out, right after you. Didn’t you two run into each other?” Qin Rong replied.

Song Lingge shook her head: "I'm going to find him. Goodbye, Grandma Hu and Aunt Qin!"

"You could have just waited at home!" Qin Rong called out from behind.

"No, I've found him, I'll come back with him."

Song Lingge didn't look back, stubbornly chasing after Qiao Nansheng.

There are two directions after leaving the Qin family. Since we haven't encountered Qiao Nansheng, we can just chase in the other direction.

Song Lingge was eager to see Qiao Nansheng as soon as possible.

Not long after, Song Lingge saw Qiao Nansheng's back.

She rushed over and hugged Qiao Nansheng from behind, holding him tightly with both hands.

Qiao Nansheng couldn't see her face, but he could feel her panting and trembling behind him, as well as her unique fragrance.

The hand wrapped around his waist was also one he knew all too well.

Her fingers were long and slender, and her knuckles were white from exerting too much force.

Qiao Nansheng was a little confused at this moment, but he was mostly happy. No, even "happy" was not enough to express the surging emotions in his heart.

There's nothing more exciting than having your beloved girl come running to you with such passion.

Qiao Nansheng grasped the hand wrapped around his waist, his voice trembling slightly: "Lingge, what's wrong?"

Song Lingge hugged him even tighter, and kept making muffled sounds from behind: "Nansheng, I'm sorry."

Qiao Nansheng wanted to turn her around to face him, but he was worried that he would hurt her if he used too much force, so he just stood there without moving.

He quite enjoyed this rare show of attentiveness.

"Why do you say sorry?"