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

"I had my reasons for saying that." Song Lingge knew that with Qiao Nansheng's keen senses, he would definitely find out that her words had a hidden meaning, but she never intended to hide it from Qiao Nansheng from the beginning.

"He's approached you with ulterior motives time and time again, and now he's even come here. Not long ago, he confessed his feelings to you while drunk... I don't believe you're unaware of his hidden agenda. Since you know he has ulterior motives, why did you..."

"What else do you want?" Song Lingge's voice turned somewhat cold.

She knew that Qiao Nansheng would definitely not want her to have too much contact with Fang Guanghua, but she did not expect Qiao Nansheng to be so sensitive about this matter.

Would anyone suspect that there was something between her and Fang Guanghua? That would be a tremendous insult to her.

Qiao Nansheng knew he couldn't speak recklessly.

Throughout their relationship, he was always in a weaker position. He did his best to cooperate with Song Lingge, and it could be said that whenever Song Lingge's affairs conflicted with his own, he always chose to sacrifice himself without hesitation.

Of course, he did all of this willingly, but after giving so much, he always hoped to receive the same treatment in return.

Qiao Nansheng was no exception; he needed Song Lingge's love, even if it was less than his own, it had to be more than everyone else's.

He had heard many stories about Fang Guanghua and Song Lingge's past, and he didn't want to believe them, but sometimes he wondered if they also had a past that they couldn't talk about.

Jing Chu once told him about Fang Guanghua's confession to Song Lingge. He seemed to have never confessed to Song Lingge like that before. Would she feel disappointed?

Even someone as wise as Qiao Nansheng can feel anxious and insecure in love.

"Why give him illusions? Can't we just be complete strangers to them?" Qiao Nansheng's voice trembled slightly.

As proud as he is, he has humbled himself to the dust.

"I don't want to argue with you right now. I'll talk to you about some things later." Song Lingge frowned slightly.

She had tried to tell Qiao Nansheng about her past life before, but it was too difficult. Even she herself often wondered if past lives really existed. How could she expect others to believe something she herself couldn't confirm, based solely on words?

Over time, Song Lingge gave up explaining the matter to Qiao Nansheng. There was no need to say too much now; she believed that time would prove everything.

Qiao Nansheng smiled, but the smile was bitter, like that of a withered old man.

Loving someone is so painful.

"If you're still undecided, I'll give you time to think it over." Qiao Nansheng conceded, since he was the one who loved more.

Song Lingge laughed in exasperation: "What do I need to confirm? What do you mean by giving me time to consider?"

Qiao Nansheng stared intently into her eyes.

Those eyes were big and captivating, always sparkling as if veiled in mist, making it hard to see clearly, yet drawing you in unconsciously.

Qiao Nansheng was lost time and time again in those eyes.

This time, he realized his mistake and was unwilling to continue like this.

"Between me and Fang Guanghua, who do you really like? I'll give you time to think about it."

“I like you, Qiao Nansheng. No, I love you, Qiao Nansheng.” Song Lingge didn’t hesitate for a moment.

The girl's gaze remained as firm as ever.

It seems that, apart from carrying countless secrets, Song Lingge has always been sincere towards him and his family; her heart has never been faked.

However, Qiao Nansheng always felt that Song Lingge had too many secrets regarding Fang Guanghua's matter.

He didn't know if it was resentment born from unrequited love.

Song Lingge thought for a moment and added, "Nansheng, I don't know what to say about Fang Guanghua, but you must believe me. I have absolutely no feelings for him what you think. I only like you, I only love you."

According to Song Lingge, Fang Guanghua is not even worth a finger of Qiao Nansheng.

However, Qiao Nansheng himself wouldn't believe it. He was the weaker party in the relationship, so naturally he would deny himself and feel inferior.

Song Lingge took his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

She knew that Qiao Nansheng's inferiority complex stemmed from her, and that she was both the antidote and the answer to the mystery. Only her love could unravel all of this.

In the future, Song Lingge will express her feelings for him more often.

As for Fang Guanghua, time will allow Qiao Nansheng to see Song Lingge's attitude towards him.

If all goes well, we might see the results soon.

"Can we go home now? I still have so much to prepare!" Song Lingge said coquettishly.

"I'll help you." Qiao Nansheng was so easy to coax.

"Okay, there are a lot of things I need your help with."

……

Time flew by and it was noon the next day.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi went to the Qin family early in the morning, while Qiao Nansheng came to the Zhao family to help Song Lingge make pastries.

Yesterday's misunderstanding seemed to have had no effect on the two of them at all.

Song Lingge's decisive confession further deepened their relationship.

"Is this matcha Swiss roll made for me?" Qiao Nansheng asked, pointing to the refreshing pastry.

"They all made it for you; they're just benefiting from your fame," Song Lingge replied sweetly.

Qiao Nansheng dipped a little cream in his hand and dabbed it on the tip of her nose.

The way this woman is expressing her love now makes his petty complaints from yesterday seem incredibly trivial, yet the way she acts makes it impossible for him to truly hold a grudge against her.

"You rascal, you ruined my makeup. You clean up the rest here, I'm going upstairs to wash my face and put on makeup." After giving her instructions, Song Lingge quickly went upstairs.

There's a big event tonight, and she has to dress up for it.

Qiao Nansheng smiled indulgently as he watched her retreating figure, willingly staying behind to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

Having known Song Lingge for so long, he finally discovered that this woman had a flaw.

Although she is a very good cook, she doesn't like to clean the kitchen.

Often, after she cooked, the place would be a mess, and either Lin Xiuzhi would have to clean up the mess, or he would.

After Qiao Nansheng finished cleaning up the kitchen, Song Lingge finished tidying herself up and came downstairs.

It was just a regular dinner, so she was dressed casually. Song Lingge didn't look like she was wearing makeup, but she looked elegant and beautiful, and was stunningly beautiful.

"Didn't you say you were going to put on makeup? What happened..."

"He's such a straight man, does he think makeup is all about bright red lipstick?" Song Lingge thought to herself.

This is the "no-makeup" makeup look that became very popular in later generations, also known as the "subtle girl" makeup. The makeup is light and sheer, giving the impression of being unmasked, yet it is still very delicate and beautiful.

"So you think I'm not pretty? Should I redo my makeup?" Song Lingge pouted and asked, feigning grievance.

"No...that's not what I meant. You're beautiful even without makeup," Qiao Nansheng explained awkwardly.

Seeing that he was a total goofy handsome guy, Song Lingge finally understood why men like goofy beauties. Actually, women like goofy handsome guys just the same way.

Whether someone is stupid or not is secondary; being handsome or beautiful is the key.