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

Qiao Nansheng's room remained the same. Although there were many books, Song Lingge could only use a handful of them.

Moreover, Song Lingge herself has written many books.

Of course, she didn't come to his room for the book.

Qiao Nansheng, however, refused to give up and tried to salvage the situation: "What kind of book do you need? I'm happy to help."

Song Lingge casually tossed the book he handed her aside and stared intently at the man, making Qiao Nansheng feel a chill run down his spine.

Now he suddenly realized: if he obeys Song Lingge, Qiao Nansheng will live; if he goes against Song Lingge, Qiao Nansheng will die.

Qiao Nansheng immediately made a gesture of surrender with his hands: "It was wrong of me not to go along with what you said just now, I apologize. But, I said that to make your intentions clear and to let them know how much effort you put in, my intentions were good, so please don't be angry!"

Song Lingge walked to the desk and sat down, casually picking up a book without even glancing at Qiao Nansheng.

Just as Qiao Nansheng was about to launch a new attack, she spoke up: "Being kind to them comes from my heart. Your explanation makes it seem like I have ulterior motives."

"I swear to God, I never thought that. And I guarantee they didn't think that either." Qiao Nansheng immediately raised his finger to swear.

Song Lingge, both amused and annoyed, pried his fingers off: "Anyway, you're not allowed to say that next time."

"Okay~" Qiao Nansheng obediently agreed.

"Come with me to Hele Manor tomorrow!"

"it is good!"

Song Lingge spoke in a very ordinary tone, but Qiao Nansheng knew that she always had Song Jianping on her mind.

Whatever his motives, he was still her biological father.

The next morning, Song Lingge accompanied Qiao Nansheng to take Qin Rong and Qiao Guangzhi to the airport.

This separation could last a year or two, or even longer.

Song Lingge didn't know what Qiao Nansheng felt when he saw his parents off as a child, but she knew that he was definitely not as happy as he seemed on the surface.

She gently took Qiao Nansheng's hand, showing him through her actions that she was by his side.

Qiao Nansheng didn't turn his head to look at her, but held her hand tightly.

As the plane takes off, the worry begins.

"Let's go to Hele Manor. But did you call him last night?" Qiao Nansheng's spirits lifted.

Song Lingge shook her head. She had made the call, but no one answered.

"It's alright, we'll go and see what's going on!"

Perhaps this is the meaning of companionship: to offer companionship when another person needs it.

They rise and fall, complementing each other.

"Are you going to buy Grandpa Sun a pack of cigarettes or something?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

“It’s Chinese New Year, and I bought other things, they’re in the trunk!” Song Lingge replied.

I thought I wouldn't need Grandpa Sun anymore, but I never expected that I would still have to trouble him.

Qiao Nansheng immediately spotted the same bag as last night, which further confirmed his belief that even though Song Lingge spoke fiercely, she had a soft heart.

Song Lingge noticed his gaze and explained, "Buy one for him too, it's a convenient thing, and it'll be easier to find him that way."

Qiao Nansheng nodded. After the previous times, he had learned his lesson and would not touch yellow in this situation.

They soon arrived at Hele Manor.

Grandpa Sun was overjoyed to see Song Lingge, as if she were a family member.

After exchanging pleasantries, he deliberately put on a sour face: "You're always so formal, sending so many things. I've told you so many times, I just wanted to help you, it's just a small favor."

Song Lingge replied with a smile, "I just did it on a whim. Besides, it's the New Year, and this is my heartfelt gift, so please don't refuse."

With the trivial matters settled, it's time to get down to business.

Song Lingge hadn't received a call from Grandpa Sun recently, and assumed nothing had happened.

“I saw that woman again yesterday. I called your home several times, but no one answered.”

Speaking of which, after Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei broke up, things quieted down for a while, so Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi didn't stay home every day like before.

Furthermore, they stayed at the Qin family's house very late last night, which may have caused them to miss Grandpa Sun's call.

Song Lingge took out paper and pen, rewrote her phone number, and handed it to Grandpa Sun.

"Uncle Sun, this is my mobile number. If you need to call this number in the future, you won't miss a call."

Grandpa Sun carefully took the note: "Okay!"

"Are they home now?" Song Lingge asked.

"I didn't notice that. They went out together yesterday." Grandpa Sun said somewhat embarrassedly, "Now that we've hired someone else, sometimes I'm not on duty, so I didn't see when she arrived. When I saw her last night, they were just going out together."

So that's how it is; Song Lingge has extracted useful information.

Zhou Songmei and Song Jianping were indeed still in contact, and she even canceled her appointment with the Qiao family because of it.

"Thank you, Grandpa Sun, you've helped me a lot. I'll go upstairs now," Song Lingge said.

When she arrived at the door, Song Lingge knocked as usual.

No one answered the door for a long time, and Song Jianping was indeed not home.

They went out last night, where could the two of them have gone? Song Lingge really had no idea.

After a while, she took out the key and inserted it into the lock cylinder.

Then, it stopped.

It wasn't that she was being pretentious; it was just a very strange sensation.

She didn't feel at home here; opening the door with the key felt like opening someone else's house, and she wasn't used to it.

Seeing her embarrassment, Qiao Nansheng found it somewhat amusing.

He had worried that she might turn bad because of revenge, but now it seems that Song Lingge is just an ordinary good person.

She was so kind that even though she had evil thoughts in her mind, she could never put them into action.

This seems to be a kind of confinement imposed on ordinary people by God.

Even if things go bad, they won't get too bad.

Qiao Nansheng took her hand, turned the key, and the door opened.

“If you don’t move from here, I’m afraid the neighbors will call the police and say you’ve trespassed.” After saying that, Qiao Nansheng went straight into the house.

Song Lingge immediately followed.

Song Jianping was indeed not at home.

However, the room had returned to its messy state. Song Lingge glanced at the second bedroom; the blankets were haphazardly spread on the bed, and there were unwashed baby bottles left overnight on the bedside table... Clearly, someone had lived there.

Zhou Songmei is back.

There were no of her clothes in the closet, so she probably didn't bring them back, but the marks were enough to prove that she and her child had stayed here for the past few days.

Song Lingge's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Noticing her low spirits, Qiao Nansheng came over and put his arm around her shoulder.

How can there be such shameless people in this world?

Song Lingge couldn't understand how Song Jianping could possibly accept Zhou Songmei moving back.

Besides the word "weird," she couldn't think of any other word to describe how she felt about these two people.

The sound of the door lock turning came again, and Song Lingge raised her eyes.