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

The two chatted about work while eating, and thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

"Why are you here?" Song Lingge looked up and saw Qiao Nansheng. "Have you eaten? I'll ask my aunt to cook a few more dishes."

Qiao Nansheng walked over and sat down next to her on her left: "I saw your text message and came over as soon as I finished my work. I've already eaten; I had a dinner with my colleagues today."

After replying to Song Lingge, Qiao Nansheng turned to Chen Dengming and said, "Brother Dengming."

Upon seeing Qiao Nansheng, Chen Dengming's expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "We haven't seen each other in a long time, how about we have another couple of drinks?"

Qiao Nansheng nodded with a smile, so Song Lingge arranged two more snacks to go with the drinks.

"I sent the new manuscript over today, and there were a lot of things to discuss. We got so caught up in our conversation that we lost track of time. I thought it best to treat Editor-in-Chief Chen to dinner." Song Lingge thought for a moment and decided it was necessary to explain the whole story of the dinner invitation to avoid that jealous man from Nanzhou getting upset again.

In love, trust is fundamental and very important, but it is also important to give your partner enough security.

Sure enough, Qiao Nansheng found Song Lingge's explanation very helpful.

Qiao Nansheng affectionately ruffled her long hair: "It's not that I don't want you to go out, it's that I'm worried you'll be followed again. You should at least bring someone with you, or call me first."

Song Lingge frowned and winked at Chen Dengming, "I know! Let's not talk about this anymore."

Their intimate behavior left a very bad taste in Chen Dengming's mouth.

Chen Dengming took the initiative to start the conversation: "To be honest, this is all my fault. If I hadn't organized the TV interview, this wouldn't have happened."

"Editor-in-Chief Chen, please don't take this on yourself. It really has nothing to do with you." Song Lingge glared at Qiao Nansheng.

Men can be strange sometimes; even after you've said you don't care, they keep bringing it up.

"Dengming, you meant well, so how can I blame you? I was just too worried about Lingge, since we still don't know who started this. It's my fault for not explaining clearly, so I'll punish myself with three drinks." Qiao Nansheng drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Dengming tried to stop him, but he couldn't.

"It would be no fun if you drank this wine all by yourself. I've been craving it for ages."

Qiao Nansheng knew Chen Dengming meant well, so he poured him a glass: "It's good wine, but don't overindulge."

Chen Dengming pointed at Qiao Nansheng and said to Song Lingge with a smile, "Look at him, he drank to his heart's content under the guise of self-punishment, but when it was my turn, he said not to drink too much. What a double standard."

The atmosphere at the dinner table became relaxed, and hearty laughter rang out from time to time.

After a satisfying meal and lively conversation, Song Lingge originally planned to drive Chen Dengming home, but Chen Dengming refused and they ended up taking a taxi.

Qiao Nansheng drank quite a bit; his face flushed from the alcohol.

After he was seated in the passenger seat, Song Lingge said to Song Jianmei, who had helped her to get Qiao Nansheng, "Aunt, I'm going back now. I'll come back another day when I have time. Call me if you need anything."

Song Jianmei glanced at Qiao Nansheng, realizing it wasn't the right time to speak, and hesitated before swallowing her words.

Drive carefully and be safe.

Song Jianmei didn't return to Song Shi Ji until Song Lingge's car was out of sight.

She looked worried, as if she was hiding some trouble.

Logically speaking, Song Shi Ji's business was doing very well, and Song Jianmei even saved up a sum of money and, with the help of Song Lingge, bought her first house that truly belonged to her.

Chen Bingfeng has turned over a new leaf and is now doing much better in the army, so she doesn't need to worry about him at all.

Compared to her previous life, things have changed dramatically now, so she should have no worries.

However, when people stay in favorable circumstances for too long, all sorts of filthy and disgusting things will emerge from every nook and cranny.

Song Jianmei is very troubled lately.

The root of her troubles was Song Jianping.

Originally, she followed Song Lingge's advice and temporarily cut off contact with Song Jianping.

Later, after Song Jianping learned of Song Shi Ji's existence, although he would occasionally come back to eat a free meal, Song Jianmei was magnanimous and didn't take such petty squabbles seriously.

Besides, Song Jianping was wary of Song Lingge, so he wouldn't do anything out of line at Song Shi Ji.

Song Jianmei is rich and successful, so she naturally puts Song Jianping's past mistakes behind her and begins to take care of him like an older sister.

Deep in her heart, she had not forgotten those difficult years when Song Jianping had helped her a lot.

When people are on an upward trajectory, they inevitably look back at the past.

Now that she has the ability, she can hold her head high in front of those who witnessed her past, which is a source of pride and honor for her.

But recently, Song Jianping has become increasingly demanding, asking her for money more and more frequently.

She said it was a loan, but just like before, she never paid it back.

Song Jianmei was puzzled. He was a school principal, after all, and Song Lingge never spent his money. The house was paid for in full. Song Jianmei couldn't understand why a widowed man would be so short of money.

At first, Song Jianmei thought that Song Jianping was jealous of her because she was making a lot of money now and wanted to get back everything she had done in the past.

So she didn't mind and accepted almost all of Song Jianping's requests.

But gradually, she realized something was wrong. Song Jianping was now taking far more from her than she had taken before.

Most importantly, this situation has continued, and it seems that Song Jianping has no intention of giving up.

Song Jianmei never told Song Lingge about this, partly because Song Jianping would threaten her with subtle threats every time.

On the other hand, she also had her own reasons. After all, Song Lingge had told her from the beginning not to trust Song Jianping. It was her own arrogance that made her think of their childhood friendship.

You can't blame anyone else now.

Song Jianmei lowered her head, her face full of worries, hesitating whether or not to tell Song Lingge about it.

"You've been gone for so long, what are you planning to say to Lingge?" Song Jianping sat on the sofa at the entrance of the lobby.

Song Jianmei was startled, not expecting that he hadn't left yet.

She approached before speaking: "Lingge has a lot on her plate, how could I possibly tell her these things and upset her? Besides, she has to drive right now."

If she upsets Song Lingge and causes an accident while driving, then she will be in grave danger.

"It's good that you didn't say anything! You remember what I told you."

Song Jianmei nodded impatiently and then walked towards the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, Song Jianping grabbed her and said in a low voice, "Jianmei, could you get me some more money? I need it urgently."

Song Jianmei immediately became anxious upon hearing this: "Why do you need it so urgently again? It's only been a few days since you last came to get it?"

Song Jianping wanted to cover her mouth, but after looking around, he felt that making a commotion would only make things worse, so he forcefully pulled Song Jianmei to the private room.

"Don't ask, I really need it urgently."

"Then tell me first, what's the urgent matter? Do you need money every few days?"