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

Song Lingge sat in the chair in front of the desk, leaning back, while Qiao Nansheng stood behind her, drying her hair.

The freshly washed hair, carrying the clean scent of shampoo, filled Qiao Nansheng's nostrils.

His hands ran through her hair, the warm air from the hairdryer scattering the strands, her long hair dancing in the air, stirring his heartstrings.

Qiao Nansheng wished this moment could last forever.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Song Lingge asked with her eyes closed.

Qiao Nansheng's hand gently ran through each strand of her hair, and she enjoyed this moment of comfort.

"What did you say?" The hair dryer was too loud, so Qiao Nansheng turned it off before asking.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

Qiao Nansheng turned the hairdryer to the lowest setting, which reduced the noise, and continued drying Song Lingge's hair.

"I didn't think about anything, I just hope there can be more times like this."

Song Lingge opened her eyes, turned around and looked at him, asking, "Have you encountered any trouble at work lately?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qiao Nansheng turned off the hairdryer after his hair was almost dry and sat down on the stool next to him to ask.

“You seem really tired lately,” Song Lingge replied earnestly. “It’s not your appearance, it’s your energy and spirit that make you seem exhausted.”

Qiao Nansheng flicked the tip of her nose and said with a smile, "What? You've learned to read faces now?"

Song Lingge stood up, went around behind Qiao Nansheng, and massaged his shoulders.

“I think I haven’t cared for you enough before. You’re always the one running around taking care of me, and I’ve always taken your efforts for granted. After you went abroad, I was often alone, and that’s when I realized how much I depended on you. So when you’re not around, I feel really helpless and miss you a lot.”

"It was during that time that I reflected and realized that you had been helping me all along, and it seems that I had never considered you. But I will improve in the future."

Song Lingge poured out her heart in one breath.

Even without turning around, Qiao Nansheng could sense her emotional fluctuations.

He himself was also very excited.

It turns out that she felt the same way when he missed her.

Before returning to China, Song Lingge gave him the cold shoulder, and he was depressed for a long time. He even prepared for the worst in his heart. No one knows how he got through that period.

But at this moment, the girl's confession could dispel all the cold winter.

What were all those previous worries and gloom? He was nowhere near as brave as Song Lingge.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Even though he already knew what the girl was thinking, he still wanted to be even more certain.

Song Lingge remained calm and said, "So many misunderstandings in the world are caused by your refusal to ask or tell me. I don't want things to become like this between us. Perhaps I have some other secrets, but I have never hidden anything from you when it comes to loving you."

Qiao Nansheng turned around and pulled Song Lingge to sit on his lap.

Looking her in the eye, he said, word by word, "You know, so do I."

Song Lingge raised an eyebrow, tilted her head and said, "How come I don't know? Don't give me that, you've never said you like me."

When the two first got together, it was she who thought it through and was willing to be with him. If you really look into it, although she always took the lead, Qiao Nansheng never seriously confessed his feelings to her.

Song Lingge suddenly felt that she was getting a bad deal.

Qiao Nansheng was speechless; on this point, he couldn't refute Song Lingge.

His love is often shown through actions, not just words.

But he knew from a book that women are auditory creatures. However, he had truly said far too few sweet words.

On the contrary, Song Lingge, whether in her emotional expressions when she was disheartened or in her usual conduct, all proved her love.

……

Qiao Nansheng, who had initially felt wronged, suddenly felt no longer wronged and even felt guilty.

Song Lingge was able to quickly realize her problems and correct them, while I was only pretentious.

However, it seems a little difficult for him to openly express his liking or love.

"I..." Qiao Nansheng stammered, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing his expression, Song Lingge stopped teasing him and said with a smile, "Stop it now. I didn't mean to force you to say those things. Because I know I can feel your love, so it doesn't matter whether you say it or not."

Song Lingge's words were half true and half false.

Sweet words are pleasing to the ear; no one can resist hearing them.

She was giving Qiao Nansheng a way out. Having lived so long in his past life, what didn't he understand? Some people are just like that by nature; they may not say the most beautiful words, but everything they do is out of love for you.

A boyfriend who only talks is more desirable than one who only acts.

"I...I'll change too."

After saying this, Qiao Nansheng hurriedly walked out of the house: "It's too...too late. I'm going to pick up Grandpa Zhao and the others. You...you should get some rest."

A melodious, silvery laugh came from behind him.

***

Jingchu's speed was impressive; they found Meng Zhongkui's information in just a few days.

Qiao Nansheng looked at the few lines of messy writing on an A4 sheet of paper and protested, "Is this the result you found out?"

Jing Chu snatched the paper away, saying defiantly, "Don't underestimate this piece of paper; these are all the important points I've noted down."

Qiao Nansheng shook his head helplessly. He really didn't know how Jing Chu got into Nanjing Foreign Language School. If the two of them weren't so close that they knew each other inside and out, he would have seriously suspected that Jing Chu had a powerful backer.

“As for the details, I’ve definitely written them all down here.” Jing Chu pointed to his head. “I’ll tell you in detail when your beautiful Song arrives.”

Song Lingge doesn't need to go to work, so she usually has the most flexible schedule and can arrive early. However, the five-person team hasn't gotten together in a long time, so they took this opportunity to get together today.

She took the initiative to pick up Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen's tasks. Since it was inconvenient for men to hear the girls' conversations, the sisters decided to talk about what they needed to say while they were in the car.

After receiving Jing Chu, Qiao Nansheng first booked a restaurant near the Nanwai Snack Street.

During the internship, although we had more options, we still preferred to go back to our old haunts for meals, and afterwards go to karaoke at Ailedi.

Song Lingge had said last time that she wanted to come over, and Qiao Nansheng would naturally fulfill all her wishes.

They had almost finished a pot of Jingchu tea, but Song Lingge and the others still hadn't arrived.

He picked up the kettle and swirled it; it was empty again. "Maybe I should call them. This is taking too long."

Qiao Nansheng was already worried because Song Lingge was late in arriving, but he also thought that she was driving and it would be inconvenient for her to answer the phone.

But after so much time, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I called.

It took a long time before Song Lingge answered the phone.

"Nansheng, we're trapped."