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

Qiao Nansheng went from being shocked to frowning, and finally nodded helplessly.

Seeing Song Lingge's smug smile, Qiao Nansheng asked indulgently, "Are you using the 'luring the enemy into a trap' tactic on me too?"

"How could that be? I'm completely sincere towards you, I've never used any schemes, it's all based on my true feelings." Song Lingge raised three fingers on her right hand, as if she were about to swear an oath.

Qiao Nansheng pried her fingers off, ruthlessly exposing her: "I know you are a staunch materialist."

Whether it was a scheme or not, Qiao Nansheng willingly fell into Song Lingge's trap.

"I am a staunch idealist about you."

This sentence sounds a bit crude, but Qiao Nansheng could see that Song Lingge's eyes were incredibly devout at that moment.

"Boom-"

The sudden noise startled Song Lingge; the door to the room made a deep, muffled thud for some unknown reason.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken when Qiao Nansheng opened the door, revealing Qin Yu.

"What?" Qiao Nansheng's tone was very unfriendly.

Qin Yu glanced inside, especially at the bed. Then, his gaze met Song Lingge's, and he gave an awkward smile: "Dinner's almost ready, Mom sent me to call you."

Song Lingge returned a smile. It was only a little past three in the afternoon. How could she not know that the Qin family had changed their dinner time?

The people hiding in the shadows frowned in unison. How could Qin Yu be so bad at lying?

"What time is it? Time for dinner?" Unlike Song Lingge, Qiao Nansheng didn't mince words and asked directly.

Qin Yu scratched his head, but even after scratching himself until he was almost scratching himself raw, he still couldn't come up with an excuse.

The family members could have just come and peek if they wanted, but they insisted on sending him, and he ended up getting caught red-handed.

"I came to ask what you're having for dinner so she can go buy it."

"Grandma usually buys groceries in the morning." Qiao Nansheng became even more impatient.

"But you said that's the usual situation. Now that Lingge is here, we have to add a few more dishes!" Qin Yu retorted with an awkward laugh.

"Uncle Qin, I'm sorry, I told Grandma Hu when I came that I wouldn't be having dinner here tonight," Song Lingge interjected apologetically.

Qiao Nansheng stood with his hands on his hips, leaning against the door frame, watching Qin Yu like he was watching a monkey show, wondering what other tricks he would come up with.

Qin Yu's words became increasingly erroneous. Originally, Hu Lixia and Tang Shuxin planned to come out and save him, but now they felt powerless to change the situation, and both of them wanted to quietly slip away.

However, being a son and a husband, the two women couldn't bring themselves to let Qin Zihan go and save his father.

As for other things, the two of them were afraid of being implicated, so they naturally couldn't care less about that.

"Daddy—" Qin Zihan's childish voice rang out.

For Qin Yu, this moment was like heavenly music.

"Zihan, why are you calling for Dad?" Qin Yu asked with affection.

Qin Zihan completely ignored his father's pleading look and instead reached out to Song Lingge: "Sister-in-law, give me a hug."

Song Lingge walked over from the room with a smile and took him from Qin Yu's arms.

"Xiao Zihan, what brings you here?" Song Lingge asked casually.

"Grandma and Mom told me to come and call Dad, but they told me not to tell you and my brother. But I just want to tell my sister-in-law that I love her the most."

Don't let his small stature fool you; he's incredibly eloquent, speaking like a tongue twister.

Hu Lixia and Tang Shuxin exchanged a disheartened glance, regretting their decision. If they had known this would happen, they would have been better off sending Qin Zichen over; at least he wouldn't have confessed so readily in this sycophantic manner.

In short, men are unreliable, whether they are old or young.

"Haha, why are you all gathered at the door? Shuxin bought a cake, it's called a Swiss roll, come downstairs and eat with us!"

Sure enough, people always use laughter to cover up their embarrassment.

To avoid the two figures, one large and one small, revealing something, Hu Lixia simply stepped out herself, but it gave off a rather suspicious feeling, like she was trying to cover something up.

Qiao Nansheng was very helpless; his family members were all gossip lovers.

"grandmother--"

"Grandma Hu, I like to eat it. What flavor is it?" Song Lingge quickly interrupted, afraid that Qiao Nansheng would worry that she would feel uncomfortable and say something that would hurt her family.

"Oh dear, I didn't notice that. I've been trying to remember this name for a while," Hu Lixia said.

"It's alright, let's go downstairs to eat!" Song Lingge said as she came over and took Hu Lixia's hand, while holding Qin Zihan's hand with her other hand.

Qiao Nansheng and Qin Yu naturally followed behind.

There were two boxes of Swiss rolls on the coffee table in the living room. Hu Lixia picked up one of them and said, "Lingge, take this box back with you when you go back later so Lao Lin and the others can try it."

Seeing that there were only two boxes and not many pieces in total, Song Lingge politely declined, saying, "Grandma Hu, no need. Keep them for Zihan and Zichen. I can make Swiss rolls, so I'll make more of different flavors another day and bring them over for you to try."

"Sister-in-law, can you make Swiss rolls?" Qin Zichen, with cream still on his lips, ran over and asked in a childish voice.

Song Lingge squatted down and used a tissue to wipe the cream off him, replying as she did so, "Of course I can. Your sister-in-law can make many different flavors!"

In her past life, Fang Xingxing was a huge dessert lover. For the sake of her health, Song Lingge learned to make desserts herself, and Swiss rolls were a piece of cake for her.

"What flavors are there? What flavor is the one Mom bought?" Qin Zichen couldn't stop asking questions when it came to food.

"Let me see, this is the original flavor. The original flavor is the most basic flavor, and also the most classic flavor."

"Sister-in-law, what flavor can you make?" Qin Zichen became more and more interested, shaking Song Lingge's arm and asking.

"For example, if you add strawberry jam, it becomes a jam Swiss roll; Zihan likes chestnuts, so you can add them in to make a chestnut-flavored Swiss roll; and your brother likes green, so you can add matcha powder to make the Swiss roll green."

"Wow...so many kinds! Sister-in-law, can you make them all for us?" Qin Zichen and Qin Zihan's eyes lit up.

Song Lingge pinched their little cheeks and said with a smile, "Okay!"

I feel like I'm raising them like sons.

"I never knew there were so many kinds of Swiss rolls! I've really learned something new," Tang Shuxin said. "These were sent over by patients as a token of their gratitude after they recovered. I thought they were pretty good, so I brought them back. If I had known Lingge could make them, I would have asked you."

"I'll take over all your desserts when I have time in the future. Besides Swiss rolls, I can actually make a lot of other things, like cakes and bread. Professor Qin doesn't like sweets, so I can also make pretzels."

Now, everyone couldn't help but starry-eyed.

Tang Shuxin took her hand and exclaimed sincerely, "My goodness, is there anything you can't do?"

"You know so much, why didn't you open a cake shop back then?" Qin Yu asked.