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

"You XX," Song Lingge couldn't help but curse in her heart.

How dare this person say such a thing?

A bad ex is really like a criminal record. Song Lingge truly understood this statement at this moment.

How could she have spent her entire life with such a person in her past life?

Fang Guanghua, however, felt a strong urge to confide in her. He had finally found an opportunity to be alone with Song Lingge, and even though this was a cemetery, it felt almost like a romantic French restaurant to him.

The key lies in people, not in the environment.

"Really, Lingge, don't you feel this way? It's like you two would bump into each other anywhere, and you would think of that person no matter when or where. The underlying feelings in our hearts are the same, and I've only recently come to realize this myself..."

Fang Guanghua had a strong desire to confide in others, but Song Lingge had no desire to listen.

Song Lingge couldn't hear anything he said after that.

But there is indeed someone in her heart whom she might bump into anywhere, and whom she will think of no matter when or where.

The way Fang Guanghua raised his eyebrows just now reminded her of him.

Qiao Nansheng also likes to raise his eyebrows.

The difference is that when Qiao Nansheng raises his eyebrows, it's an unintentional display of unruliness and handsomeness.

As for Fang Guanghua... I'm too lazy to comment.

Song Lingge walked quickly toward the parking space, too lazy to waste any more words with Fang Guanghua.

You can't reason with people whose values ​​are different from your own.

Fang Guanghua, however, clearly did not have this understanding; he kept following Song Lingge and talking.

"Lingge, do you understand what I'm saying? You don't even need to ask; you definitely understand my heart. Because we are the perfect match. You know what? When I heard about Xia Jiaojiao's death, I felt you would come to her funeral, and you really did..."

Song Lingge could no longer bear it; she couldn't understand how someone could be so weak-hearted.

Even if Xia Jiaojiao was just a stranger, she witnessed her funeral and knew what she had experienced before her death. Why was she still talking nonsense at the grave?

"Fang Guanghua, are you ever going to stop?"

Fang Guanghua was stunned by Song Lingge's shout. He didn't understand why Song Lingge could be so calm. Wasn't she excited to find someone on the same wavelength?

No, it must be because she's restraining herself.

Fang Guanghua's restrained and stoic love only fueled his growing obsession.

"I'm sorry, Lingge, I was too outgoing. I didn't consider your feelings. I'm sure you're happy too, but we're both in public with boyfriends and girlfriends, so you have some concerns, right?"

……

Song Lingge was utterly disgusted. Upon seeing the car, she jogged a few steps, wanting to leave immediately.

Just as she opened the car door, Fang Guanghua came over and grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" Song Lingge roared.

Fang Guanghua ignored her attitude, but he didn't give up. He pleaded, "It's so hard to see you. Could we arrange a time to meet next time? Or, could we set aside one day a week for a regular meeting?"

"Are you sick in the head?" Song Lingge couldn't help but blurt out.

She suddenly realized that she shouldn't have paid any attention to someone like Fang Guanghua in the first place, and shouldn't have said a single word to him.

Song Lingge tugged at his hand again, but Fang Guanghua was too strong, and she couldn't pull it back.

"Fang Guanghua, I'm telling you to let go!"

“If you agree on a time for our next meeting, I’ll let you leave immediately,” Fang Guanghua said, resorting to his shameless tactics.

I don't know what's wrong with his thinking, but he's convinced that Song Lingge is the same kind of person as him, and that Song Lingge's current actions are nothing more than playing hard to get.

"I'll say it one last time, let go!" Song Lingge secretly gathered her strength, already planning to make her move against this person.

"Do not……"

Fang Guanghua had barely uttered a sound when he was punched and sent flying.

Song Lingge stood there, stunned, before she could even make a move.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her tone softening as she looked at the person who had come.

Qiao Nansheng opened the car door and helped her sit down: "Wait for me, it'll be ready soon!"

After saying that, he closed the door.

He didn't want Song Lingge to see such a violent side of him.

His punch was very powerful, and Fang Guanghua was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.

Fang Guanghua struggled to his feet and yelled at Qiao Nansheng, "What are you trying to do?"

"I remember telling you that Song Lingge is my girlfriend. You keep bothering her, and now you come to ask me what I want? I'd like to ask you what you want?"

Fang Guanghua knew he was in the wrong, and Qiao Nansheng's fierce appearance also intimidated him.

If possible, he would rather not run into Qiao Nansheng head-on.

"I can't be bothered to talk to you, you're being unreasonable." Fang Guanghua initially retreated while speaking, but after putting some distance between himself and Qiao Nansheng, he took off running.

Watching that fleeing figure, Song Lingge felt ashamed of herself once again.

I must have been blind to have fallen for that person.

She didn't even realize that she had let out a soft sigh.

Qiao Nansheng overheard this as he got into the car and asked unhappily, "What? Should I go and call him back?"

"What?" Song Lingge didn't react for a moment.

Qiao Nansheng glanced in the direction Fang Guanghua had left.

"Ah—" Song Lingge belatedly realized, "What do you mean by that? If you had arrived a moment later, you would have seen how I kicked him away."

"Then why are you sighing?"

“Uh…” Song Lingge didn’t expect that even expressing loyalty couldn’t avoid this issue, and she really couldn’t think of any excuse.

When you don't know how to answer "Why are you here?", changing the subject and diverting attention is the most effective way.

Sure enough, Qiao Nansheng was also stunned.

He also attended Xia Jiaojiao's funeral without telling Song Lingge.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; some resentment will always disappear with death.

Just as they arrived and before they even got out of the car, they saw Song Lingge and Fang Guanghua coming to the parking lot together from the cemetery.

Qiao Nansheng originally did not intend to go over and disturb her. Firstly, he should not interfere with Song Lingge's normal social distance. Secondly, he felt guilty and worried that Song Lingge would feel uncomfortable if he went to see Xia Jiaojiao off.

But Fang Guanghua suddenly grabbed Song Lingge's arm. This was intolerable, so he immediately got out of the car, rushed over, and punched him.

"I... Xia Jiaojiao is gone. I thought I should come and see her off," Qiao Nansheng confessed.

He lowered his head, waiting for Song Lingge to lash out.

What he received was a warm hand covering his: "I've come to see her off too. I should have asked you to come with me. But you should go to her grave alone. She probably wouldn't want to see us both there. I'll wait for you here."

Her hands were fair and slender, appearing small when covered by his. Qiao Nansheng then grasped her hand in return.

“We are one, your going means I've been there too.”