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

The girl's bright eyes shone like stars, and Qiao Nansheng's heart was uncontrollably captivated.

But now is not the time to be distracted. If he cannot find an outlet for his frustrations, they will only continue to accumulate in his heart and never be resolved.

Song Lingge was his poison, and also his antidote.

"Chen Dengming seems to be..."

Song Lingge could sense the inner turmoil in Qiao Nansheng's heart. He was organizing his thoughts, worried that what he said would hurt each other, yet also worried that it was just a misunderstanding on his part.

He was so cautious, and his heart was in great turmoil.

"Editor-in-Chief Chen took great care of me and was a very good mentor. I was very lucky to receive his guidance. I have to thank you. If it weren't for you asking Grandpa Qiao for help, I might still be wandering around like a headless fly."

Song Lingge was trying to enlighten Qiao Nansheng. If we're really talking about who introduced Chen Dengming, then it was actually him who introduced him. How could he get jealous so easily?

However, Song Lingge understood this kind of thinking from young people very well.

If someone of the opposite sex appears near the person they like, they will feel like they are facing a major threat.

Qiao Nansheng remained silent. Song Lingge had always been rather oblivious when it came to matters of the heart. He was a man; he understood men's psychology.

Chen Dengming's relationship with Song Lingge was far more than just that of colleagues.

He was too attached to her.

But he couldn't express this feeling; any love that wasn't spoken aloud could easily dissipate.

Unless Chen Dengming brings it up himself, he cannot overstep his bounds and do it on his behalf.

Qiao Nansheng's silence made Song Lingge think he was embarrassed.

"Nansheng, do you think I should get my hair done?" Song Lingge asked.

Abruptly, Qiao Nansheng was bewildered by the seemingly random question and didn't know how to respond, only managing a curt "Hmm?"

Song Lingge simply sat up halfway, picked up a small tuft of hair and tossed it in front of Qiao Nansheng: "As someone who spends all day at home writing, I feel like I've been looking really sloppy lately. Shouldn't I get my hair done? Otherwise, with our Nansheng being so handsome and charming, I'm feeling the pressure."

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow. Although she sounded like she was praising him, Qiao Nansheng only felt embarrassed. Was she treating him like a child?

What kind of pressure are you under?

Qiao Nansheng was very careful in handling relationships with men and women, fearing that he might cause unnecessary misunderstandings if he didn't handle things properly.

Xia Jiaojiao had such a profound impact on him that he could never allow a similar situation to happen again.

“Last time in your cafeteria, I noticed that Nan Sheng is very popular. So of course I can’t let you down! I absolutely can’t let people think things like, ‘How could Qiao Nan Sheng fall for her?’ or ‘How could she be like this?’”

Qiao Nansheng was even more puzzled.

Song Lingge explained excitedly, since it was all to appease him, so she naturally praised him as much as she could.

"I'm too sloppy, that would be embarrassing for you! So I have to dress myself up nicely so that I can be worthy of our classmate Qiao! It would be best if there were more competitors, so that classmate Qiao would feel some pressure."

Qiao Nansheng tapped her forehead, this time with a little too much force!

"What? That hurts!" Song Lingge exclaimed.

"You have no memory of pain! You're getting more and more absurd. A competitor, my foot!"

"The competitors are joking! Besides, looking like this now, who else but you would like me?"

The people who like you are just unaware of it themselves, and you have no idea how afraid I am of someone trying to take you away. These words remained unspoken in Qiao Nansheng's heart.

But he held Song Lingge tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his life.

She already exists in his life.

The gentle river breeze dispelled the worries in his heart.

The two snuggled together, gazing at the starry sky.

After thinking for a moment, Song Lingge said, "Did Editor-in-Chief Chen make you feel uncomfortable today? Then I will be more careful in the future."

Hearing her say that, Qiao Nansheng felt a little guilty.

Whether Chen Dengming had feelings for Song Lingge was just his personal feeling.

"It's okay, I believe you. Maybe I was overthinking it, I'm sorry..."

Song Lingge covered Qiao Nansheng's mouth; she didn't need his apology.

Qiao Nansheng reached out and pulled Song Lingge's hand away; there were other things that could cover his hand.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the car was escalating when the phone rang.

Both of them stiffened. Song Lingge said, "Yes, it's yours."

Qiao Nansheng was annoyed. If it were some random call, he would definitely block the caller.

"Well, it's mine."

Song Lingge was the first to stand up, get out of the car, and prepare to return to the driver's seat. The perfect river breeze dispelled the blush on her face.

Since she had to wait for Qiao Nansheng to answer the phone anyway, she simply stood by the car and enjoyed the breeze.

She really enjoys being with Qiao Nansheng right now.

She doesn't like to guess what the other person is thinking. Whether it's good or bad, she values ​​it most when the two people can express themselves directly.

Qiao Nansheng is still somewhat lacking in this area, but with her guidance, he can improve significantly.

At this moment, Qiao Nansheng had finished his call. He hugged Song Lingge from behind and rested his chin on her head.

"Whose call was it?" Song Lingge asked.

Mentioning this phone call made Qiao Nansheng furious.

It was a call from Jingchu. Why did he have to call at such a crucial moment? Fine, he could have called, but it turned out to be just idle chatter.

Qiao Nansheng had no time for idle chatter and hung up the phone immediately.

After a few more intense exchanges, Qiao Nansheng simply turned off his phone.

“Harassing calls,” Qiao Nansheng replied.

I learned this term from Song Lingge. All useless phone calls are simply called harassing calls.

"This novel is finished, and I'm still brainstorming for the next one. During this time, I've been thinking..."

"Do whatever you want! Just discuss it with me beforehand, and don't act on your own." This was the biggest compromise Qiao Nansheng made.

Song Lingge turned around, stood on tiptoe, cupped Qiao Nansheng's face, and planted a heavy kiss on his cheek.

She said happily, "Yes, I promise that everything will be discussed and there will be feedback at all times."

How could a fleeting, superficial kiss possibly satisfy Qiao Nansheng?

He embraced her and kissed her.

The river breeze was gentle, the moonlight was beautiful, and they were deeply in love!

Suddenly, Song Lingge pushed Qiao Nansheng away forcefully and pointed to the car: "Oh... it seems my phone is ringing."

Qiao Nansheng reluctantly let go of her.

Song Lingge ran over to answer the phone. As soon as the call connected, Jing Chu's loud voice came through: "What is Qiao Nansheng doing? He actually hung up on me and turned off his phone! Can't he even take a few minutes to talk to me about something important?"

The voice was as loud as a bell, and even though Qiao Nansheng was a bit far away, he could hear it clearly.

"You'd better have something important to say, or I'll kill you next time I see you," Qiao Nansheng said angrily, grabbing the phone and threatening the person on the other end.