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

"What do you think of what Jiang Yunhai said?" Qiao Nansheng was really easy to coax; as long as Song Lingge had him in her heart, that was enough.

"Did you think what I just said was just to appease him? I really don't plan to pursue this matter now. Anyway, we already know that Zhou Songmei was the mastermind, and even if there is evidence, the punishment won't be much severe. I still want to start with my mother's death. If there is evidence that they are really related to her death, then we'll settle all the old and new scores together," Song Lingge said indignantly.

Sometimes she felt really wronged. She hadn't done anything wrong, yet she had inexplicably made so many enemies.

To be honest, she was quite unwilling to accept it.

"Then you don't need to worry about this person. I'll investigate. I'll let you know when I have any news."

Judging from Meng Zhongkui's appearance, he didn't seem friendly. Given Song Lingge's current state, Qiao Nansheng was somewhat worried that she should try to avoid appearing in public as much as possible.

Song Lingge is usually very calm and composed, but she can't help but have moments when she loses her mind.

"You can't afford to make mistakes when you work in the government, so I'll figure it out myself!"

More than herself, Song Lingge was worried about Qiao Nansheng, fearing that her messy affairs would affect him.

"Then... I'll ask Jing Chu to help me find it?" Qiao Nansheng asked with a smile.

He sensed that Song Lingge was paying much more attention to him now. Of course, he didn't want to let her kindness go to waste.

“That’s a good idea,” Song Lingge replied with a smile.

Jingchu, who was completely bewildered, shuddered.

"Are you really planning to take photos at Jiang Yunhai's place?" Qiao Nansheng hesitated for a moment before speaking, this was what he was truly worried about.

Song Lingge unconsciously stuck out her tongue; it seemed she still couldn't avoid this situation.

She found one situation in romantic relationships between men and women to be the funniest, yet also quite interesting.

That's when the other person mistakenly thinks you're their love rival and gets jealous.

From her perspective, it would be better for Qiao Nansheng to suspect Jing Chu than Jiang Yunhai.

Jiang Yunhai is purely an alumnus and senior to Song Lingge. They may have work-related contact in the future, but that will only be a transaction between them.

However, Qiao Nansheng would treat such a person as a hypothetical love rival, and seeing his conflicted expression was quite interesting.

Song Lingge remembered that in her previous life, a few years after she married Fang Guanghua, she met Du Guohua and Jiang Chunmei.

Du Guohua's feelings for Song Lingge were as obvious as Sima Zhao's, but Fang Guanghua didn't care at all.

He once joked, "That's because Du Guohua didn't see what you looked like at home. If he really saw you, how could he bring himself to kiss you?"

Fang Guanghua spoke with a smile on his face, as if he were stating an indisputable fact.

His expression at that moment stung Song Lingge.

Since then, even at home, Song Lingge has developed the habit of putting on makeup and getting ready to go out at any time.

God knows that's her home; all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa in her pajamas and watch TV.

But it was all her own doing. In her past life, even though Fang Guanghua said such hurtful things, she didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, she thought he was spurring her on.

"Let's go if needed, see if Editor-in-Chief Chen has any requirements. He mentioned it to me last time, maybe his next novel will need a photo."

Even if Chen Dengming hadn't mentioned it, Song Lingge herself had this plan, after all, her goal was to become a great writer like Yao or Yong.

Headshots must be taken seriously.

"We'll talk about that later." Qiao Nansheng's tone became cheerful.

Song Lingge made it very clear that she would only go if there was a need, and that there was no need for it in the short term.

"After making these two trips, I'm really a bit tired," Song Lingge yawned.

“Let’s go home now and not go anywhere else. Grandma just called me and said we’ll have dinner when we get back. Grandpa Zhao and the others have also come over.”

Song Lingge had originally planned to go straight home, but upon hearing Qiao Nansheng's words, she immediately perked up: "Is something the matter?"

Although the two families are in frequent contact now, once they get together, it's like a large family gathering, and Song Lingge can't face it in a relaxed state.

Qiao Nansheng found her serious demeanor amusing: "Don't be so nervous, it's just a casual meal. Grandma said there are only three people in your family, so cooking would be too much trouble."

"No way! We're not going to eat at your house from now on, are we?" Song Lingge sighed.

Why didn't Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi discuss it with her?

“If you’re willing, we would be more than happy to oblige. But Grandma Lin declined on your behalf. She said you’re always rushing to finish your manuscript and sometimes don’t eat on time, so it’s more convenient for you to stay at home.”

Song Lingge felt a warmth in her heart.

"After I finish eating today, I need to hurry home, take a shower, and then go straight to sleep."

"Good~"

Qiao Nansheng knew Song Lingge's personality; she could get along well with his family, but she preferred to be alone.

He kept his word and took Song Lingge home after dinner. Zhao Zhangguo wanted to play chess with Qin Sihai, and Lin Xiuzhi wanted to chat with Hu Lixia, so they decided to go home later.

The two returned to the Song family home. Song Lingge went to take a shower, leaving Qiao Nansheng alone in the room reading the novel she was writing.

Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Qiao Nansheng felt a warm sense of home.

Traveling with Song Lingge was the most fulfilling period of his life.

He didn't have such a strong sense of awareness before; it all started after he went to the United States.

In a foreign land, all alone, his longing for Song Lingge reached an unprecedented level. It was during that long and helpless loneliness that he realized that his life could no longer be without Song Lingge.

So aside from contacting his family and Song Lingge, he gave up all useless social interactions and devoted all his time to studying, so that he could complete his studies twice as fast as others.

He did all this for one purpose: to come back and see Song Lingge. He missed her and never wanted to be separated from her again.

Compared to before he went abroad, he now has a strong sense of control over Song Lingge and is also very anxious about losing her.

In the past, Qiao Nansheng would never have paid any attention to people like Jiang Yunhai, but now, he fears anyone whose intentions towards Song Lingge are unclear.

When Song Lingge came out of the bathroom, she saw Qiao Nansheng looking so dejected.

No one knew Qiao Nansheng's changes better than her, which is why she paid even more attention to his emotions than before.

She tiptoed in front of Qiao Nansheng and took the book from his hand.

"You're done washing? Why haven't you dried your hair yet?" Qiao Nansheng said as he took a dry towel and wrapped it around Song Lingge's wet hair.

"I don't want you to wait outside alone! How about you blow-dry my hair for me?" Song Lingge asked playfully, trying to ease Qiao Nansheng's worries.