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

Even though Song Jianmei was rich, she couldn't resist Song Jianping coming over every few days to ask for money.

She's not a bank.

"Have you forgotten how many questions I asked you when you came to me for money before? Now that it's my turn to ask you, you keep asking endless questions?" Song Jianping was furious and complained repeatedly.

Song Jianmei has only now come to realize one thing: between the two siblings, whoever is weaker is right.

Song Jianping had a loud voice and a self-righteous manner, making it seem to anyone who didn't know better think that Song Jianmei had taken a lot of money from him in the past.

Their sibling roles are now completely reversed.

Song Jianmei suddenly realized that she used to be so repulsive.

If it weren't for Song Lingge, who knows what kind of miserable life they would still be living.

Thinking of Song Lingge, Song Jianmei went to the cashier, withdrew some money, and handed it to Song Jianping: "Brother, you've really taken a lot lately. I still have such a large expense to pay, so you should be careful with your spending."

Song Jianping reached out and almost snatched the money from Song Jianmei, gave her a disdainful look, stuffed the money into his bag, and left.

His brash manner was no different from that of a thug.

If no one told you, who would know that he was the principal of a prestigious key middle school?

If it were the old Song Jianmei, she would definitely have immediately told Song Lingge and asked her to help analyze the situation and come up with a solution.

But now, after Song Jianmei stood up for her, she felt a little timid and could no longer go to find Song Lingge without caring about anything as before.

Having such a father makes things harder for Song Lingge than for anyone else.

Even if they were siblings, she could still choose; at worst, she could simply cut off contact. But Song Lingge couldn't. Song Jianping's blood flowed in her veins, and that was her lifelong nightmare.

Telling Song Lingge about this would only shift the focus of your troubles, not reduce them.

Song Jianmei wanted to help Song Lingge share the burden.

~~~

Song Lingge lowered the passenger seat a bit to make Qiao Nansheng more comfortable.

When I fastened his seatbelt and got up, I realized that Qiao Nansheng hadn't fallen asleep. He was leaning back lazily in the seat, but his eyes were as bright as ever.

Song Lingge smiled and said, "I thought you were drunk and asleep. But it's still a while before we get home, so you can sleep a little longer. I'll wake you up when we get there."

As she got up to leave after speaking, Qiao Nansheng grabbed her and pulled her down onto him.

Song Lingge tried to get up, but Qiao Nansheng wouldn't let her.

To avoid hurting him, Song Lingge did not insist on getting up, and found a position that was comfortable for both of them.

"what's wrong?"

Qiao Nansheng didn't speak, but pulled her into his arms with a little more force, inhaling the jasmine scent of her hair.

"Ah—" someone cried out in surprise upon seeing their actions.

Although it's nighttime, people still pass by the open-air parking lot from time to time.

Even if they did nothing, their actions would still attract attention.

Song Lingge patted Qiao Nansheng's chest: "Although I also like lying like this, this place isn't very comfortable. How about we change?"

Qiao Nansheng still didn't answer, but Song Lingge noticed that the hand around her loosened slightly.

This time, she stood up effortlessly and returned to the driver's seat.

Qiao Nansheng remained silent. Song Lingge couldn't tell whether he was feeling unwell from drinking or if there was some other reason, so instead of going straight home, she drove to the riverside they had visited before.

The river breeze felt wonderful.

Song Lingge lowered the driver's seat and lay down to look at the starry sky.

"The starry sky is so beautiful tonight!" Song Lingge said to Qiao Nansheng, only to realize that Qiao Nansheng had been staring at her the whole time. She asked hesitantly, "What's wrong? You haven't said a word since you got in the car. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Didn't you just say you really liked lying like that? Why aren't you coming over?" Qiao Nansheng's voice was a little hoarse.

At first, Song Lingge didn't understand what Qiao Nansheng meant until he patted himself on the shoulder, and then she suddenly realized.

Qiao Nansheng's voice sounded muffled, most likely due to emotional issues.

It was only after Song Lingge got together with him that she realized Qiao Nansheng was actually a very sensitive person.

Perhaps it is related to his childhood experiences. Although his family loved him very much, Qiao Nansheng did not grow up with his parents. This lack of family affection made him sensitive.

Song Lingge understood him because she felt the same way herself.

However, the decades of experience in her previous life had made her somewhat numb to emotional needs.

More importantly, although the years since her rebirth have been short, she has received all the emotional support she needed, whether it was family, friendship, or love.

She became strong enough that she could face loss with composure.

But Qiao Nansheng is different; he is still just a young man in his early twenties.

All he needs is love.

Love can heal all sensitivities.

Song Lingge walked to the passenger seat and leaned against him as she had done before, the two of them squeezing into one seat.

The sky, as blue as velvet, the twinkling stars, the gentle river breeze, and the lovers in love—it's a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

But Song Lingge only had one thought in her mind: with two people squeezed into one seat, how sturdy was the chair? Would it collapse?

She knew her thoughts were incredibly jarring, but they were thoughts that were completely out of her control, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Qiao Nansheng somehow sensed her absent-mindedness and tightened his arms around her waist.

"No...don't move, or your waist will break!" Song Lingge exclaimed.

"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Nansheng asked, but he didn't pull his hand back.

"I wasn't thinking about anything!" Song Lingge replied casually.

Could it be that during such a romantic moment, she was daydreaming about what to do if the chair broke?

Clearly, Qiao Nansheng was very dissatisfied with her answer; he frowned slightly and tightened his grip on her arm.

"No, no, no... I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?" Song Lingge was truly defeated by him. "But let's make it clear first, you definitely can't be angry when I tell you."

Qiao Nansheng frowned even more. At that moment, a voice in his heart was shouting, and he almost blurted out that he wanted to tell Song Lingge to stop talking.

He was worried that he would lose control because of what she said.

"Can we each lie down on a chair? I'm really worried that the two of us will crush it!" Song Lingge looked at Qiao Nansheng with a troubled expression.

……

Qiao Nansheng didn't know how he managed to squeeze out those words: "You were just thinking about this?"

"Yeah, what else? What do you think I'm thinking?"

……

"There's no need to think about this. If the two of us really broke it, then it should be sent back to the factory for repairs!"

"So what kind of questions do we need to think about?"