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

After finishing the manuscript with the last period, Song Lingge leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Indeed, people need a trigger to push themselves.

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng have had many arguments recently about going out. In addition, she prefers to stay at home, so she has hardly gone out unless necessary.

I spent almost all my spare time writing, and finally my second book was published.

The next step is to hand the manuscript over to Chen Dengming.

Before Chen Dengming gave her an answer, she could catch her breath and finally resolve her doubts.

Indeed, whether Zhou Songmei was pregnant or not had been weighing on her mind.

She seems to be focused on writing at home every day, but only she knows how curious she is about this matter.

After finishing lunch, Song Lingge drove away from home.

She had already called Chen Dengming before, and when she arrived at the publishing house, she saw Chen Dengming waiting for her at the door from a distance.

Ever since she was followed that time, Chen Dengming would always wait for her at the place where she got off the car whenever she came to the publishing house.

This kindness deeply moved Song Lingge.

She parked her car, walked quickly to Chen Dengming, and said apologetically, "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just thought the weather was nice today, so I came down to get some fresh air."

His kindness was polite and thoughtful, and Song Lingge didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"Shall we walk around some more?" Song Lingge asked tentatively.

"Is that okay?" Chen Dengming answered tentatively.

“Of course! I sit and write all day at home, so I don’t get enough exercise,” Song Lingge said with a smile, while stretching her muscles as she spoke.

Both of them are very considerate of others.

“That’s perfect, let’s talk as we stroll around.”

Chen Dengming was naturally very happy to have a beautiful companion.

The publishing house has a backyard with nice landscaping; the flowers and plants are very lush and healthy.

"I heard you were surrounded last time. Do you know who did it?" Chen Dengming asked.

Song Lingge shook her head. She hadn't gone out recently and hadn't looked into these matters; it seemed like they had just passed by.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let you appear on TV." Chen Dengming was the one who arranged the interview, and he felt guilty ever since he learned what had happened to Song Lingge.

"Why do you say that? I should be thanking you. As a small writer who has only written one book, I owe all my exposure to you."

Although Chen Dengming didn't say it, he had been taking good care of Song Lingge in private.

Song Lingge continued, "I know you're doing this because of Grandpa Qiao, but I'm a beneficiary. You better not have those kinds of thoughts again, or I'll really be ashamed."

"Maybe not?"

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

"It's nothing!" Chen Dengming lowered his eyes, not wanting to continue this topic.

Following his gaze, Song Lingge immediately spotted the white hyacinths in the grass, delicate flowers blooming quietly in the corner.

"These flowers are so beautiful, what kind of flowers are they?" Song Lingge squatted down to admire their serene beauty.

Chen Dengming also squatted down: "Hyacinths, and there are many other colors too."

What colors are there?

"They have red, yellow, blue, pink, and purple."

"Are there any other colors here?" Song Lingge asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

"I didn't notice either, you can look around."

So the two of them took a purposeful stroll in the garden.

However, after searching for a while, all I could find were white hyacinths.

"Forget it, I'm not looking anymore." Song Lingge was not used to exercise, and after a short while, a little sweat had appeared on the tip of her nose.

“Okay, maybe they only planted white hyacinths. I’ll come back and look again next time I have time, and I’ll let you know if I see any other colors,” Chen Dengming said understandingly.

"Pay special attention to the yellow ones, I like yellow."

Chen Dengming readily agreed.

The two returned to the office. The official business they came for today was to discuss the new novel, but they ended up doing nothing all day.

Before I knew it, I had stayed at Chen Dengming's place until it was time to leave work.

Chen Dengming glanced at his watch: "How about we grab a bite to eat together?"

"It's settled then, it's on me. Speaking of which, I have a small restaurant that I haven't invited you to try yet!"

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

"I'll wait for you outside and call home while I'm at it."

As Song Lingge left the office, Chen Dengming's gaze instantly dimmed.

He admired Song Lingge, and not just because of Qiao Yuejiang. Their working relationship, and the girl with the delicate touch of her pen, made her worthy of his sincere affection.

Song Lingge first called home, and then sent a text message to Qiao Nansheng.

At this moment, Chen Dengming came out.

"Did you drive?" Song Lingge asked.

"I won't drive, you can sit here!" Chen Dengming replied.

Leaving the car at the publishing house and taking the car to work tomorrow is the same, but the opportunity to spend time with Song Lingge is not much.

Soon we arrived at Song Shi Ji.

"This is the little restaurant you were talking about?" Standing at the brightly lit entrance, Chen Dengming couldn't help but tease Song Lingge.

He had heard that Song Lingge had a side business in addition to writing. But he never expected this young woman in her early twenties to be so capable.

Song Lingge smiled and gestured for them to proceed.

She led Chen Dengming to a new private room, a quiet and peaceful place perfect for chatting.

After Song Shi Ji made money, Song Lingge bought the adjacent shops and expanded the second floor, converting it all into private rooms.

"You have excellent taste!" Chen Dengming praised sincerely.

"Thank you!" Song Lingge was not modest. She would be more modest in other matters, but Song Shi Ji was the result of her and Song Jianmei's hard work, and she had to have the confidence she deserved.

"Take a look and see what you'd like to eat." Song Lingge handed the menu to Chen Dengming.

Chen Dengming pushed forward: "The boss is here, so of course the boss should order the dishes and try the restaurant's signature dishes."

"If I were to talk about my specialty dishes, I'm not bragging, but every single one of them is," Song Lingge said playfully.

Chen Dengming laughed heartily: "In that case, I'll have to come here to eat often in the future and try all their signature dishes."

"That's wonderful!" Amidst laughter and conversation, Song Lingge had already ordered the dishes.

When I handed the menu to the waiter, I casually said, "No scallions or ginger on any of the dishes, and please hurry up."

Chen Dengming was taken aback; Song Lingge actually remembered that he didn't eat scallions or ginger.

It was shortly after they met, shortly after they started working together, that they went to a noodle shop near the publishing house. That one time, Song Lingge actually remembered his habits.

Noticing Chen Dengming's gaze, Song Lingge smiled and said, "Aren't you especially touched? I even remember such a small detail."

Her joking tone made the atmosphere less awkward and ambiguous; that was her magic.