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

Jiang Yunhai's words made Song Lingge realize that those past events had not actually been forgotten.

The perpetrator of the nude photo scandal is almost certainly Zhou Songmei, but even if you know that, it's useless. It's like knowing who the murderer is, but having no evidence, you can only watch helplessly as she acts out in front of you.

I originally thought that Zhou Songmei's repeated setbacks would teach her a lesson, but this person is like a heartless person. It seems that she only has Song Lingge in her eyes and her self-righteous hatred.

Ma Xiaodong's incident made Song Lingge realize that she could not become like Zhou Songmei.

This life may bring many new regrets, but it also allows her to make up for many regrets from her previous life.

Perhaps no matter what choice you make, new regrets will arise, but given the current situation, this is already the best outcome.

I don't know how I was reborn, but this opportunity must have been hard-won. I can't let this life be wasted on revenge.

She has a lover, family, and friends she cherishes. Zhou Songmei, Fang Guanghua, and Song Jianping are not worthy of her taking up her life.

But she can choose another direction.

If there is no evidence, then investigate it; if you can't find any evidence, then fabricate it. But everything must be based on legality. She believes the truth will eventually come out.

She has plenty of time to deal with them.

"Song Lingge, can we take a picture together?"

Song Lingge was engrossed in her thoughts when she was startled by the sudden sound. Her senior was also startled by her movement and accidentally bumped into her arm. As a result, the plate in her hand tilted, and the cream cakes on it landed gracefully on Song Lingge's sparkly dress.

The dress was studded with rhinestones, which came into close contact with the cream, leaving a lot of cream residue.

"Oh...yes...I'm sorry." The two senior students were a little flustered. They just wanted to take a photo with her and get her autograph. They didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Song Lingge lifted her skirt, intending to go to the restroom to take care of herself.

But seeing the senior's unease, she first comforted them about their unintentional mistake: "It's okay, senior, I was just lost in thought. I'll go and take care of it."

A senior student handed her a glass of juice: "I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean it. If you really forgive me, please drink this orange juice!"

If you really forgive me, then drink this glass!

Song Lingge never expected that this sentence could be used here. In order not to make things difficult for her senior, what difference would it make if the orange juice was replaced with wine?

Song Lingge is not lying.

"I really don't blame you, you don't need to take it to heart." Song Lingge took the orange juice and drank it all in one gulp.

At this moment, Qiao Nansheng arrived and, without saying a word, took a tissue and half-squatted down to wipe Song Lingge's skirt.

"It seems like wiping with paper towels won't work. I'll go to the bathroom and try wiping with a handkerchief dampened with water," Song Lingge said.

"I'll go with you." Qiao Nansheng stood up and was about to follow him to the restroom.

Song Lingge stopped him, saying, "No, I can go by myself."

It's a bit strange that I need him to accompany me to the bathroom or something.

Qiao Nansheng took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her: "Okay, be careful."

Song Lingge nodded, then lifted her skirt and walked towards the bathroom alone.

The restrooms in the small auditorium are located a little to the right and behind the main hall, which is a considerable distance away.

Once outside the lobby, Song Lingge regretted it; she should have asked Qiao Nansheng to accompany her.

Alone at night, Song Lingge felt a little panicked and scared.

The dress was very sparkly, and since Qiao Nansheng had already wiped it once, the cream stains weren't very noticeable, but the feeling was still awful.

Song Lingge decided to wipe it again with a handkerchief.

Fortunately, the school was very thoughtful in preparing for the event and turned on the streetlights along the way.

Song Lingge walked quickly toward the restroom.

I dampened a handkerchief and wiped the skirt, and it worked much better; the cream on the skirt was quickly wiped clean.

The area wiped with the handkerchief was a little damp, but the dress was studded with rhinestones, so even if it were a little wet, it wouldn't be noticeable to the naked eye.

After straightening her skirt, Song Lingge turned around, wanting to return to the lobby as soon as possible.

As soon as she turned around, she found that the bathroom door was blocked, and Xia Jiaojiao walked in with two senior students.

Song Lingge recognized one of them as the senior who had just spilled the small cake on her, while the other one kept her head down and couldn't be seen clearly.

She breathed a sigh of relief; this must have been premeditated.

It seems her intuition was right; she had always felt that Xia Jiaojiao couldn't possibly be so patient, and it turns out she was waiting for her here.

But, should I ambush her in the bathroom? Or beat her up or something?

When did Xia Jiaojiao learn to act like a delinquent?

"Xia Jiaojiao, what are you doing?" Song Lingge asked her, her hands tucked into her pockets.

Xia Jiaojiao really didn't know where she learned this from; she was a complete little delinquent. She winked at her senior, who then quickly closed the bathroom door.

Song Lingge raised an eyebrow. Xia Mingyuan was so vigilant, but it seems that Xia Jiaojiao ignored him.

"What do you think I should do?" Xia Jiaojiao retorted angrily.

"How could I possibly know what you're planning to do? We're not even acquainted."

"Don't you know your place? If you hadn't interfered, Jiaojiao would have been with Qiao Nansheng long ago. You're a homewrecker, a slut." The senior student spoke up for Xia Jiaojiao.

Song Lingge pursed her lips, finding it somewhat amusing.

She's a mistress, but how do you even begin to argue about that?

Song Lingge asked jokingly, "Xia Jiaojiao has never been with Qiao Nansheng, so where did you get the idea that I'm a homewrecker? Or do you like Qiao Nansheng and think he's your boyfriend just because you have a crush on him?"

Although Xia Jiaojiao acts like a delinquent, she is actually quite thin-skinned. She was embarrassed by Song Lingge's retort and blushed instantly.

"I'm not going to argue with you. I'm telling you right now, you're not getting away with this."

Song Lingge was quick-witted, and Xia Jiaojiao realized that arguing with her would only make her suffer.

Qiao Nansheng was her idol. She had liked him for so long, and just when their hearts were getting closer in the UK, Song Lingge beat her to it as soon as they returned to China.

Xia Jiaojiao was unwilling to accept it.

Xia Mingyuan had told her countless times in private that if Qiao Nansheng liked her, Song Lingge would have been out of the picture long ago.

But no matter what they said, Xia Jiaojiao couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart.

"Oh? So how are you going to make things difficult for me?" Song Lingge put her hands behind her back and stared at Xia Jiaojiao like she was watching a monkey show, really curious to see what kind of tricks she would pull at school.

"Song Lingge, you don't actually think I'm going to beat you up here, do you?" Xia Jiaojiao retorted defiantly.

Song Lingge's heart skipped a beat; Xia Jiaojiao's words reminded her of something.