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

Originally, Song Lingge would have driven herself to pick up Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen without having to get out of the car, and there wouldn't have been any problem.

She's just a small-time writer, and it's been a long time since she participated in a television interview.

In addition, televisions in that era were not high-definition, and there was a difference between the person in real life and the person on camera, so it did not have much impact on her daily life.

However, this time they encountered a large-scale blockade.

Song Lingge sat in the car without saying a word; only her tightly furrowed brows revealed that she was not in a good mood.

Although she had long been prepared for fame, the current situation, which has affected her daily life, still startled her.

"Lingge, you're amazing! You're really famous now, no matter what." Zhang Xiuxiu was more excited than Song Lingge.

This was the first time she had ever seen so many living, breathing fans in the real world.

Yu Shaofen noticed that Song Lingge was acting strangely, so she nudged Zhang Xiuxiu with her elbow, signaling her to stop talking.

"Lingge, what's wrong? Is something wrong?" Yu Shaofen asked.

Song Lingge had witnessed the scenes of idol worship in later generations, especially since she had a little idol fan in her family.

The feeling is completely different now. She doesn't believe that just appearing on local television will make her a sensation, especially since the book hasn't sold its TV rights as expected, so it's still some time before she becomes a true star.

So, who are these people who are currently being surrounded?

She had a bad feeling.

"I can't explain it. Apart from that interview, I've never appeared in public before. How would these people know me?"

“Some people have a strong ability to recognize faces; they might remember someone after seeing them only once,” Zhang Xiuxiu said.

"How did they know I was coming to pick you up? If I had come from home today, I would have picked up Shaofen first, based on the distance. But because I went to the publishing house, I picked up Xiuxiu first. How did these people manage to be waiting for me outside Shaofen's company so precisely on time?"

Song Lingge is not the type to be high-profile. After appearing on television, she almost always stays at home and is very cautious even when meeting with them. So this time, such a big commotion surprised everyone.

Upon closer examination, there are indeed many concerns.

Especially since Song Lingge had recently been targeted by a series of assassinations.

"Xia Jiaojiao has already... Could it be Director Xia? But there's no reason for him to do this!" Zhang Xiuxiu speculated.

Yu Shaofen glared at her: "Stop making wild guesses and messing up Lingge's train of thought."

“Now we’re all completely confused, so having more options is always a good thing,” Zhang Xiuxiu retorted, unconvinced.

Although Xia Jiaojiao is dead, Xia Mingyuan is no pushover either, and it's hard to guarantee that he won't blame Song Lingge for his daughter's death.

This may sound far-fetched, but it does represent a direction.

Song Lingge indeed did not think of Xia Mingyuan.

Moreover, gathering so many people doesn't seem like Zhou Songmei's style, considering how stingy she is.

If it were Xia Mingyuan, then it would make sense.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I have no clue what to do. Oh, and I'm sorry about today. I was going to have dinner with you guys, but it turned out like this," Song Lingge said apologetically.

Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen attacked her from both sides simultaneously, each punching her, and said in unison, "What are you saying?"

Song Lingge immediately surrendered: "I was wrong, I take it back, okay?"

Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen then let her go.

How fortunate I am to have two such good friends in this life.

No, there are three, including Jingchu, which is a bit of a stretch.

A short while later, Qiao Nansheng and Jing Chu also arrived.

"Are you alright?" Qiao Nansheng looked Song Lingge up and down as soon as he saw her.

“We’re fine. As soon as I realized something was wrong, I immediately drove the car into this paid underground parking garage.”

In the afternoon, Song Lingge first picked up Zhang Xiuxiu, and then picked up Yu Shaofen on the way.

As soon as I came out of Yu Shaofen's company, I found a large crowd gathered at the exit.

Fortunately, it was rush hour, and Song Lingge's car was stuck in traffic behind her. Yu Shaofen got out of her car to ask and found out that everyone was looking for Nan Ling.

So the three of them made a quick decision and immediately avoided the crowd through the back door.

However, sharp-eyed people still noticed that Song Lingge had managed to think quickly, made a few turns, and then turned around and entered the underground parking garage.

It seems that this decision was correct; at least those people didn't follow us in.

"Do you know who he is?"

Yu Shaofen replied, "I asked at the gatehouse, and they only said that I was looking for Nanling."

"Oh! Looks like you're a fan of the beautiful Song. What a relief," Jing Chu joked with a smile.

Song Lingge suddenly regretted listing him as a good friend; Jing Chu should never be relegated to the list of bad friends.

“They weren’t exactly serious book fans; those people came looking for trouble,” Yu Shaofen explained hesitantly.

"What's going on?" Jing Chu's joking expression vanished.

“I asked the guardhouse, and they said they came to criticize Nan Ling. There’s a plot in Ling Ge’s novel about a little boy who was abandoned by his family, right? Those people said that it didn’t make sense, and that the boy wasn’t abandoned.”

"What the hell? This can be criticized? Are these people just bored and have nothing better to do?" Jing Chu was speechless. What kind of nonsense was this?

"However, this also indirectly shows that many people are reading Lingge's books." Zhang Xiuxiu still maintained a positive attitude.

“You still say that? I don’t know what you’re so happy about. I’ve seen news reports before about writers who wrote plots that didn’t satisfy readers, and some even got beaten up!” Yu Shaofen said.

"But most readers give Lingge's books positive reviews. And why didn't you mention that earlier?"

Yu Shaofen glanced at Jing Chu and Qiao Nansheng before explaining to Song Lingge, "The situation was unclear just now, and I was worried you'd be scared, so I didn't say anything. Now they're here..."

Song Lingge returned her a smile: "I understand."

Even if Yu Shaofen spoke up, it would only cause more trouble for the three girls.

"Since everyone's alright, let's go outside and talk first," Qiao Nansheng whispered a few words to everyone.

A woman's intuition is sometimes so accurate that it can only be explained by metaphysics.

Song Lingge's intuition saved her once again.

Those who suddenly appeared as onlookers claimed to be fans of Nanling's books; ordinary people would have left.

But what Song Lingge thought at the time was that she had only published one book and given one interview, and she hadn't even seen many real book fans, yet she already had haters.

Are these haters a large, organized, and disciplined group?

Incredible.

Moreover, in Song Lingge's memory, the novel was very successful, and the TV series it was adapted into was so popular that it drew huge audiences. At that time, the internet was not well-developed, so she didn't hear so many dissenting voices.

What went wrong?