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

Back in the car, Song Lingge was in a bad mood, so Qiao Nansheng took the driver's seat.

Without asking any questions, Qiao Nansheng started the car.

Song Lingge asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"

"Didn't I say I had a colleague gathering tonight? It's getting late, I have to rush over." Qiao Nansheng joked with her in a serious tone.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him, then laughed and said, "Does it have to be like this? I was trying to help you out, after all. Do you want to drink and chat with him? What should have been a lunch that took ten minutes or so has turned into at least an hour or two with all that drinking."

"I didn't say you did anything wrong. Didn't I support you with my actions and cooperate with you immediately?"

Song Lingge rubbed her temples; she always felt exhausted every time she came to Song Jianping's place.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Qiao Nansheng noticed her subtle movements and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's probably related to my mood. I always feel uncomfortable when I come here."

"Then try to come here less often in the future."

Song Lingge nodded. She planned to sell the house in Hele Manor once property prices rose. Not a single memory of that place was pleasant.

"Where are we going?" Song Lingge looked out the window at the unfamiliar road.

"I noticed you didn't eat much, so I'll take you to a pretty good Western restaurant."

Song Lingge thought the suggestion was excellent.

Leaving the Song family made me feel much lighter, and I even regained my appetite.

Qiao Nansheng brought Song Lingge to a very romantic Western restaurant, and Song Lingge felt at first glance that it was a perfect place to propose.

She glanced at Qiao Nansheng thoughtfully, and let out a half-smile with a "hmm".

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"I didn't expect you to know about such a charming restaurant, Qiao. Who did you come with?" Song Lingge asked playfully, tilting her head.

"Nansheng—"

The affected, strained sound.

Song Lingge felt that the voice was very familiar.

Xia Jiaojiao was wearing a bright red dress, and her hair was specially permed into curls, making her look like a very fashionable calendar girl.

"Xia Jiaojiao, you're back in China too?" Qiao Nansheng asked politely.

Song Lingge felt that Qiao Nansheng and Xia Jiaojiao were no longer as indifferent as they had been back in China.

Upon hearing Qiao Nansheng's inquiry, Xia Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed red, and she said in an even softer voice, "Yes, I just got back not long ago. I'm not as good as you, and I finished all my coursework so quickly."

Qiao Nansheng smiled faintly, his attitude polite yet distant, but he no longer ignored her as before.

Clearly, Xia Jiaojiao was already very used to this situation. She didn't care at all about Qiao Nansheng's attitude towards her, nor did she care who was standing next to him.

Even married couples can get divorced, let alone someone who's just a girlfriend.

Qiao Nansheng showed no intention of continuing the conversation, but Xia Jiaojiao remained unperturbed, saying to herself, "You still remember this restaurant? I told you it was really good. How about we go together?"

"No need, I'll go with Lingge."

Xia Jiaojiao then turned her gaze to Song Lingge: "Song Lingge, do you want to come along? I was so excited when I saw Nansheng that I didn't notice you. Sorry!"

Song Lingge gave a perfunctory smile without replying.

Xia Jiaojiao's weak attempt fell to the ground, failing to achieve its intended purpose and leaving her feeling utterly frustrated.

It's been almost a year since I last saw her, and this woman is still just as annoying!

"Nansheng, it's rare that I've run into you so soon after returning to the country. Let's have a meal together?" Xia Jiaojiao looked at Qiao Nansheng innocently with her big eyes.

Qiao Nansheng hesitated. He knew that Song Lingge didn't like Xia Jiaojiao, but Xia Jiaojiao had helped him many times when they were abroad. Although he didn't need her help, he would naturally feel less distant from Xia Jiaojiao in a foreign country.

Besides, they're just having a meal together, not just the two of them in private.

Qiao Nansheng looked at Song Lingge questioningly.

Qiao Nansheng's hesitation just now made Song Lingge very unhappy.

She knew he was jealous.

She knew that Xia Jiaojiao and Qiao Nansheng had no romantic relationship. However, something must have happened between them while they were abroad, which led to a connection between them that was at least more than just ordinary classmates; it was a step beyond that.

After all, Song Lingge had seen how Qiao Nansheng initially treated Xia Jiaojiao.

All of this happened when she wasn't by Qiao Nansheng's side.

Even when they talked on the phone before, Qiao Nansheng never informed her, which made her very unhappy.

However, Qiao Nansheng was also greatly wronged. The reason he did not report it was simply because he felt that there was no need to report Xia Jiaojiao's matter.

Would you really report a nobody as a passerby?

"I'm a wild boar, I can't eat fine food, and Western food isn't for me. I still prefer street food." After saying that, he ignored Qiao Nansheng and walked straight out.

Qiao Nansheng, of course, immediately followed.

Xia Jiaojiao watched Song Lingge's departing figure with gritted teeth. Why would Qiao Nansheng like a woman like that? What did she lack compared to her?

Song Lingge walked very fast, and Qiao Nansheng took big strides to catch up.

He grabbed Song Lingge's arm and couldn't help but chuckle.

Song Lingge is usually very calm and composed. Only when she meets Xia Jiaojiao does she act like a young girl of her age, engaging in a fierce and head-to-head battle with Xia Jiaojiao.

This side of Song Lingge struck him as refreshing and full of energy.

Only at this moment did he feel that Song Lingge cared about him. Every move she made showed that she cared about other women appearing around him, and that she was jealous.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Lingge asked unhappily.

Qiao Nansheng bent down slightly, looked her in the eye, and said with a doting smile, "I'm laughing at you!"

The two faces were less than twenty centimeters apart, close enough for her to hear Qiao Nansheng's soft breathing and his strong heartbeat.

That heartbeat seemed to possess a bewitching magic, drawing Song Lingge closer.

Song Lingge remembered that she was still sulking, but she didn't reject his approach at all. She was a little annoyed at herself for having no bottom line.

Being love-struck is absolutely a bad thing!

She pushed Qiao Nansheng back: "What's so funny? I don't want to talk to you."

Qiao Nansheng was caught off guard by the push and took a small step back, but quickly regained his balance.

Looking at Song Lingge's embarrassed face, he found it even more amusing.

"Why don't you want to talk to me? Let me guess. You were happy to come here to eat with me, but suddenly you got angry, it seems like it's because you met someone you dislike. Why do you dislike that person?" Qiao Nansheng looked at Song Lingge teasingly, and didn't say anything more.

Song Lingge's cheeks flushed, as if someone had seen through her thoughts.