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

For some reason, although Fang Guanghua's heart softened, he no longer had the same feelings for Zhou Songmei as before.

He remembered that in the past, whenever Zhou Songmei cried, he would feel an indescribable sadness in his heart.

He didn't want to see her cry.

However, now, seeing her cry upsets him.

Why isn't Song Lingge like them, crying at the drop of a hat?

Losing her recitation competition manuscript, nude photo scandal, illegitimate daughter scandal... any one of these incidents, if not handled properly, could ruin her reputation and cause her unbearable pain.

But Song Lingge never shed a single tear.

Even when Fang Guanghua thought it was a dead end, Song Lingge still maintained her aloof demeanor and never showed her most vulnerable side to others.

Such women are all the more pitiful.

Do Zhou Songmei and her colleagues even understand?

However, Fang Guanghua felt this was a good opportunity to back down. Otherwise, if Zhou Songmei continued to cause trouble, he would be really annoyed.

People kept coming to check on him outside the ward, and Fang Guanghua didn't want to embarrass himself again because of these messy things.

He sat on the hospital bed and embraced Zhou Songmei.

This action not only prevented Zhou Songmei from seeing his expression, but also gave her the illusion of deep affection.

“Xiaomei, I know you’ve sacrificed a lot for me. But your aunt is old and has lived in the countryside of Yuning for a long time. She’s never seen much of the world. There are many things I can’t talk to her about, so as not to waste my breath. That’s why I’m asking you for more. But don’t you understand my heart? The Li family is so guarded, but I still insist on giving you and Zizai a home. Don’t you understand my feelings?”

Anyone can say polite words; the difference lies in who says them well.

Fang Guanghua and Zhou Songmei are both experts in this field.

……

Zhou Songmei's visit to the Song family made Song Lingge realize that she still hadn't given up on Song Jianping, her powerful backer.

Whether Zhou Songmei coveted Song Jianping's money or wanted to disgust Song Lingge, Song Lingge could no longer allow the two to collude.

So whenever she had free time, she would contact Song Jianping.

Strangely, Song Jianping didn't object to her making the phone call, but his words seemed to imply that he didn't want Song Lingge to come to his house.

Could it be that Zhou Songmei is still living with him?

Song Lingge contacted Grandpa Sun about this, but the answer she received was that she hadn't seen Zhou Songmei since that day.

It's really unbelievable.

However, Song Lingge is no longer an unknown ordinary person. It's better not to go to Hele Manor. If the paparazzi find out about the Song family's past, she doesn't want to become a subject of gossip magazines.

Song Lingge's life became unusually regular, consisting of writing and picking up Qiao Nansheng from get off work every day.

Even Song Lingge, with her calm and collected nature, found the routine somewhat irritating.

Fortunately, she had read a lot of novels in her previous life; otherwise, with so little experience in this life, she really wouldn't have had a continuous source of inspiration for her writing.

After picking up Qiao Nansheng, Song Lingge had dinner at the Qin family's house before returning home. The two then strolled around the central recreation area of ​​the neighborhood, swinging on swings, watching the moon, and chatting.

"Nansheng, when do you have a vacation? How about we go on a trip?"

"What? Feeling bored? But I'm afraid I won't have time lately."

When dating Song Lingge, she always spoke her mind directly, and apart from matters related to revenge, she wouldn't allow Qiao Nansheng to make unnecessary guesses about anything else.

“All I do every day is write, write, write. Picking you up from get off work is like taking a break for me,” Song Lingge said while rubbing her shoulders and neck.

Qiao Nansheng got up and walked behind her to massage her shoulders and neck.

"Didn't you receive Director Yu's letter?"

"What letter?"

"The school has invited outstanding students who have made significant contributions to the school to return to campus for the gala." Qiao Nansheng received the message at his workplace that afternoon.

Song Lingge pouted and said, "Maybe it's because I haven't made any outstanding contributions! I'm not good enough!"

Qiao Nansheng tapped her head: "Let's go back and check the mailbox. Maybe you just didn't notice it."

After saying that, Qiao Nansheng grabbed her and walked towards the Zhao family's house.

For the first two years of university, Qiao Nansheng kept a low profile.

Only in my junior year did I accompany Song Lingge to participate in a recitation competition, participate in translation work, and then go abroad.

If he is qualified to be invited, it is even less likely that a writer like Song Lingge, who is somewhat famous, would be overlooked by the school.

The only explanation is that the outstanding student was too engrossed in writing and didn't have time to check her mailbox.

Sure enough, the Zhao family's mailbox was full of letters.

I don't know how long it's been since Song Lingge cleaned it.

Qiao Nansheng picked out the school's invitation letter from among them and waved it in front of Song Lingge: "I wonder whose outstanding student this invitation letter is?"

"Will you go?" Song Lingge asked Qiao Nansheng, her eyes sparkling.

She was indeed very bored and needed something new to prove she was still alive.

Qiao Nansheng teased her deliberately, "Will you go?"

“If you go, I’ll go!” Song Lingge replied.

"What a coincidence, that's what I was thinking too. If you go, I'll go."

The school's gala for outstanding students will not be too noisy.

It'll just be eating and drinking all day, so it's a good opportunity to go out and have some fun.

Song Lingge really longed to go out and explore.

When the senior year internship began, because of her famous writing, after Qiao Nansheng got a job, Jing Chu, Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu were all like they were on steroids, working hard to find jobs and doing their jobs well.

This made Song Lingge think that if she were a capitalist, she would definitely hire these three people.

These three people don't need any motivation; each of them can do the work of several people.

It must be said that the power of role models is immense. If it weren't for her and Qiao Nansheng's success, the other three wouldn't have felt a sense of urgency.

Therefore, Song Lingge couldn't get anyone to come out; everyone was pursuing their own path.

Fortunately, no matter what, Qiao Nansheng was always there for him.

However, even someone as handsome as Louis Koo might want to try something different after a while.

After all, without comparison, how can his goodness be shown?

Qiao Nansheng roughly categorized the stack of letters in his hand and handed a small stack to Song Lingge: "Take these back and take a look. You don't need to look at these; they're all advertisements and stuff."

“Okay!” Song Lingge replied sweetly.

"And this one looks a bit strange."

The envelope only had the recipient's name on it, not the sender's, and the handwriting wasn't very good.

Song Lingge took the letter and tore it open.

Her smiling face gradually calmed down, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after reading it.

"What's wrong? Whose letter is this?"

Song Lingge didn't say anything, and handed the letter directly to Qiao Nansheng.

It turned out to be a letter from Ma Xiaodong.

Ma Xiaodong said he told his mother, Li Fangbing, about his conspiracy with Song Lingge.

The past grievances between the Ma family and Song Jianping drove them to leave their hometown for more than ten years. Li Fangbing gave up on revenge; she only hoped that Ma Xiaodong could live a good life.

So they moved away from the South again.