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

Song Jianping and the Qiao family's dinner appointment was scheduled for the third day of the Lunar New Year, according to Song's Food Diary.

The time was set by the Qiao family, and the location was naturally left to Song Jianping to decide. I didn't expect him to even try to take advantage of this small thing.

However, the dinner invitation was ultimately cancelled.

The one who broke the promise was not the Qiao family, who were in a hurry, but Song Jianping, who insisted on organizing the gathering.

Song Lingge glanced at the clock on the wall; a quarter of an hour had passed since their agreed-upon time.

Qiao Nansheng took her hand from under the table: "It's still early. Uncle Song is from farther away than us, so he might be stuck in traffic."

What kind of traffic jams occur on the third day of the Lunar New Year?

Qiao Nansheng's excuse for comforting him was really not very convincing.

"To be honest, Song Shi Ji's tea is particularly delicious. I quite like it; it's refreshing," Qiao Guangzhi said with a smile.

Sensing their goodwill, Song Lingge was less nervous: "I'm glad Uncle Qiao likes it."

After saying that, he called the waiter over to refill his tea.

"Lingge, we're leaving tomorrow. Let us know when you finish your new novel," Qin Rong said.

Even if it's not available overseas, we can have Qiao Nansheng buy it and send it to her. We should support our daughter-in-law's book even if it's thousands of miles away.

"Okay, Aunt Qin. I'll go call my dad and ask about the situation. Please wait a moment."

Song Lingge stood up and casually instructed Qiao Nansheng, "You take good care of your uncle and aunt."

Qiao Nansheng pouted. These were his biological parents. What did he need to do with them?

After Song Lingge left, Qin Rong pretended to be displeased and said, "Such a child grows up and leaves home, don't think I didn't see your expression just now. What's wrong? Is it hard for you to stay with the two of us?"

Qiao Nansheng was astonished; his mother had actually noticed such a subtle movement.

Qiao Guangzhi was secretly pleased, but also felt a little disappointed.

After returning to China, Qin Rong focused her attention on Qiao Nansheng and her future daughter-in-law, rarely causing him any trouble, which allowed him to enjoy a carefree life for a long time.

However, these good days are about to end.

Qin Rong glanced at Song Lingge's little tail: "I should have had a daughter back then, just like Lingge, so considerate. Sons just aren't as considerate as daughters."

Despite the complaints, it has to be said that the Qiao family has good genes; they're all love-obsessed.

Qiao Yuejiang and Zhang Lingyu spent their entire lives together and almost never had a serious argument.

Needless to say, Qiao Guangzhi was another story. Qin Rong abandoned countless suitors in China and preferred to follow him all over the world. If this man had even the slightest flaw, he wouldn't be worth all that effort from her.

Judging from how Qiao Nansheng treats Song Lingge, he seems to be surpassing her in every way.

"Mom, I know you've always wanted a daughter. You even dressed me in dresses and made me look like a girl when I was little, but I'm not that bad, am I?" Qiao Nansheng had to speak up for himself.

Qiao Guangzhi nodded in agreement. Receiving his son's pleading look, he naturally had to step forward.

“Exactly. Think about Lawrence’s son. Compared to him, which son would you prefer? You can’t always compare yourself to those above you; you have to look down sometimes…”

"Dad—" Qiao Nansheng shouted.

Is this speaking up for him?

Even comparing him downwards, does that mean he's that bad?

Qiao Guangzhi and Qin Rong's happiness was built on the suffering of their biological son.

Seeing that Qiao Nansheng was getting anxious, the two of them burst into laughter.

Qiao Guangzhi finally stopped laughing, nodded repeatedly, and continued, "You were getting carried away just now. Besides, Nansheng has always been taught by his father-in-law. Aren't you just making fun of his father-in-law by saying that?"

That statement does take a fair and just stance.

Qiao Nansheng grew up in the Qin family. If he is not good, it must be because Qin Sihai did not teach him well.

Qin Rong dared not complain about her father.

It has to be said that when it comes to dealing with Qin Rong, only Qiao Guangzhi knows best how to shut her up.

Qin Rong rolled her eyes at Qiao Guangzhi.

That glance held a profound meaning, and Qiao Guangzhi's heart skipped a beat.

"Son, Dad can't help you anymore, otherwise Dad will have to live a hard life from now on." Qiao Guangzhi gestured to Qiao Nansheng with his eyes.

"I'll go see why Lingge hasn't come back yet." Qiao Nansheng couldn't afford to offend her, so he could only hide.

"You're not allowed to go. You need to give him some personal space."

Qiao Nansheng sat down helplessly. Actually, he didn't really want to go find Song Lingge; he just wanted to get some fresh air.

Otherwise, if Qin Rong continues talking, she'll probably dredge up a bunch of old, trivial matters.

Song Lingge called the Song family at the cashier, but no one answered.

Seeing her outside, Song Jianmei came out from the kitchen: "Still no one to answer? Don't worry, I've already sent Fengwazi to Hele Manor to look for her."

Ever since the three families gathered together last time, Song Jianmei has realized that Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng are a couple that is destined to be together.

She originally wanted to try harder, but Chen Bingfeng himself was indifferent, so she gave up.

Our happy life now is hard-won. Since neither my son nor my niece are interested, there's nothing wrong with maintaining the status quo.

"You let your cousin go? That's too much trouble." Song Lingge was a little surprised.

“He called me yesterday and asked me to reserve the best private room for him. That’s when I found out he was treating Nansheng’s parents to dinner. I even told him to come early, but who knew this guy…” Song Jianmei sighed.

This is so unreliable. Even though they are the girl's parents and can be a bit arrogant, it was still Song Jianping who took the initiative to invite them to dinner, and yet they were so late. They really think too highly of themselves.

Seeing Song Lingge's expression, Song Jianmei said worriedly, "The Qiao family must be unhappy, right? Don't worry, I told Fengwa to call back whether there's news or not. It should be soon."

Song Lingge shook her head: "Nansheng's parents didn't say anything, but I don't think it's a good idea."

Song Jianping patted her on the shoulder, indicating his understanding: "They are all magnanimous people, and they can understand. It's not your fault, so don't worry!"

"Ring ring—" The phone rang.

Song Lingge quickly answered the phone and handed it to the receptionist, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Ordered food."

Song Jianmei told Song Lingge not to worry, but she herself was the most nervous.

Song Lingge thought for a moment and said, "Aunt, could you give me a packet of tea from the shop later? Uncle Qiao really likes it."

Song Jianmei's expression softened a bit, and she said with delight, "Okay, okay, if he likes it, I'll pack you a few more packs."

"No need, one pack is enough. It's not like I'm eating it as a meal," Song Lingge said with a smile.

Song Jianmei is raising her like a daughter now, so there's no need to make Song Jianmei worry.

"That's true. If it sits for too long, it becomes stale tea and the taste isn't as good. We'll send him more after he finishes it."

"Ring ring—" The phone rang again.

The receptionist answered the phone and handed the receiver to Song Lingge.

"cousin?"

"Lingge, I just knocked on the door, but no one answered. Has your uncle gone over?" It was Chen Bingfeng's voice.