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

Song Lingge flexed her biceps and said, "Of course, don't you believe in my abilities?"

Qiao Nansheng affectionately patted her head and gently stroked her slightly flushed forehead.

"Ouch—it hurts!" Song Lingge pushed Qiao Nansheng's hand away. "Although I'm very strong, I'm also afraid of pain."

Qiao Nansheng withdrew his hand and pursed his lips apologetically: "Okay, I won't touch you anymore."

"Why did you come here?" Song Lingge asked, but after seeing a group of people gathered in the bathroom, she said, "Never mind, let's go outside first."

She then took Qiao Nansheng's hand and left.

Qiao Nansheng gently pressed her hand down: "Wait a moment."

Song Lingge was puzzled, but she and Qiao Nansheng shared a common virtue: even if they didn't understand each other's actions at the time, they would respect everything the other did.

Qiao Nansheng looked at Xia Jiaojiao in the corner, his expression changing from gentle to extremely cold.

His lips, which were already beautiful even without makeup, seemed to grow even colder as he spoke.

"Xia Jiaojiao, I used to treat you with great courtesy in the UK because we were classmates. I even told you about my relationship with Ling Ge a long time ago. But you still came to hurt her. We will definitely investigate everything you did today."

It turns out that he's not only good at sweet talk, but you can also tell from Xia Jiaojiao's flustered face that he's also good at saying harsh things.

After Qiao Nansheng finished speaking, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, turned around and casually draped it over Song Lingge's shoulders before putting his arm around her and leaving the place.

Watching their departing figures, and thinking about how Qiao Nansheng had treated Song Lingge so gently, yet had shown all his ruthlessness towards her, Xia Jiaojiao felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

She completely ignored Qiao Nansheng's threat and was only thinking about replacing Song Lingge.

Why wasn't Qiao Nansheng's pained look directed at her just now?

Why isn't the person Qiao Nansheng is wearing a suit with her in it?

Why wasn't she the one Qiao Nansheng loved?

……

Song Lingge was wrapped up tightly by Qiao Nansheng, and with him holding her in his arms, she didn't feel any chill when she walked out of the bathroom.

She remembered that it was quite cold when she left the lobby after coming to the restroom.

"Why did you come here?" Song Lingge asked again.

"We'll talk about it when we get back to the car."

Song Lingge was walking too slowly in her high heels, so Qiao Nansheng simply picked her up and carried her horizontally.

The sudden feeling of being lifted into the air startled Song Lingge, and she instinctively hugged Qiao Nansheng tightly.

"What are you doing? Aren't we going back to the small auditorium? Are we going back already?" Song Lingge was full of questions.

Qiao Nansheng frowned slightly, then smiled and lowered his head slightly: "You're walking too slowly. I'll talk to you in the car."

Fine, the person being carried in a princess carry has no right to walk and also loses the right to speak.

Back in the car, Qiao Nansheng carefully placed Song Lingge in the passenger seat.

Song Lingge was finally able to ask the question that had been on her mind. She was about to ask when Qiao Nansheng's phone rang.

Qiao Nansheng picked up his phone and waved it. Song Lingge nodded obediently and remained silent.

"Yes, yes, I've picked her up. Nothing else, Director Yu, we'll head back now. Okay, okay, goodbye!"

It was Yu Dezhi calling! What happened to her in the bathroom?

After Qiao Nansheng hung up the phone, Song Lingge was still lost in thought.

Qiao Nansheng extended his index finger and flicked her nose: "You were asking a million questions on the way here, why aren't you saying anything now?"

"What just happened?" Song Lingge asked.

Qiao Nansheng started the car and briefly recounted what had happened in the small auditorium after Song Lingge went to the restroom.

It turns out that while Song Lingge and Xia Jiaojiao were arguing in the restroom, something else happened in the small auditorium that wasn't a big deal, but it wasn't a small deal either.

Qiao Nansheng was chatting with some senior students when he suddenly heard a commotion.

A female student suddenly collapsed to the ground, her consciousness becoming confused, and she made some indecent sounds.

No one knew how this happened, and the school officials were also unsure why it had suddenly turned out this way, so they had no choice but to call 120.

Qiao Nansheng was worried about Song Lingge, so he immediately went out to find her.

"That's roughly what happened. Director Yu just called to say the party ended early. He's also very concerned about you and asked me immediately if I could find you."

Song Lingge's eyes flickered slightly: "He really needs to care about me, maybe something has happened to me."

"What's going on?" Although Qiao Nansheng didn't know what was happening with Song Lingge, the presence of Xia Jiaojiao and a strangely dressed man in the women's restroom couldn't be a good thing.

Song Lingge then gave a brief account of what had happened on her end.

"I don't know what went wrong, but I feel that my senior must have accidentally drunk juice that was laced with drugs. And that juice was originally prepared for me by Xia Jiaojiao."

It must have been Xia Jiaojiao who drugged Song Lingge and arranged for a senior student to come and take a photo with her, while also finding an excuse to get Song Lingge to drink juice. However, something happened in the middle, and the drugged juice ended up being drunk by someone else by accident.

Qiao Nansheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he recalled the sight of that senior student seeking pleasure elsewhere.

Xia Jiaojiao is truly ruthless. If Song Lingge hadn't accidentally drunk that glass of juice, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

A cross-dressing man, a drugged woman, and a malicious instigator.

Her purpose is obvious.

"I'm sorry, I should have gone with you." Qiao Nansheng felt a deep sense of guilt at this moment.

Song Lingge chuckled: "Accompany me with what? To the bathroom? Do you want to be my male best friend? Besides, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Although Song Lingge appeared quite composed, Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but take it to heart.

Song Lingge wasn't truly indifferent. To be honest, she was lucky not to get any juice, but what if she had actually gotten some?

So at this moment, was she violated by that thug?

Even if she wasn't harassed by the thugs, judging from that senior's reaction, the drug was very effective.

The thought of potentially appearing like that in public made Song Lingge feel a lingering fear.

But this has nothing to do with Qiao Nansheng, so she can't blame him for being innocent.

As for Xia Jiaojiao, even if they don't pursue the matter, I'm afraid the senior who was drugged won't let it go easily.

It's a disgrace to the entire Nanjing Foreign Language School that such a thing happened to outstanding students invited by the school at a school-organized gala.

Xia Jiaojiao really doesn't care about the consequences of her actions at all; she's both stupid and wicked!