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

Jing Chu, unfazed, asked even more defiantly, "What? Did I interrupt your good time?"

Qiao Nansheng didn't want to argue with him and was about to hang up the phone.

As if anticipating his move, Jing Chu hurriedly called out, "Wait a minute, don't hang up, don't hang up, I still have important things to say!"

Qiao Nansheng then picked up his phone again: "Get to the point."

Jing Chu pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Our Nan Sheng has really changed a lot now. She would never have talked to me like this before. I don't know who has corrupted her."

He deliberately raised his voice when he said the last sentence.

Song Lingge couldn't help but roll her eyes. Jing Chu was even more like a mother-in-law than Qin Rong.

Moreover, the fact that Qiao Nansheng didn't answer the phone could be blamed on her.

"Are you ever going to stop? Are you going to talk or not?" Qiao Nansheng issued his final ultimatum.

"Tell me, tell me!" Jing Chu shouted anxiously on the other end of the line, afraid that Qiao Nansheng would hang up. "I'll tell you, okay? But it's been a long time since we last met. How about you treat me to dinner, and we can talk about it over dinner?"

Jingchu hadn't been idle during this time either. He had received instructions from Qiao Nansheng to investigate Xia Mingyuan's affairs. Even if he hadn't made any great contributions, he had still put in the effort. Of course, he would seize any opportunity to seek benefits for himself.

Is a meal enough?

"Okay, it's too late today, tomorrow night."

"Let's do it on Friday! Xiuxiu and Shaofen have to go to work!" Song Lingge suggested from the side.

Qiao Nansheng immediately rescheduled the meeting: "Friday evening."

“Okay, okay, it’s Friday night, I’ll do whatever my wife says…” Jing Chu was still muttering when Qiao Nansheng hung up the phone.

"I thought you would be eager to find out the news." Qiao Nansheng made the appointment for tomorrow because he thought Song Lingge would be anxious, but he didn't expect her to postpone it herself.

Song Lingge brushed her wind-blown hair aside and said with a smile, "I used to be quite anxious. But now I feel that some things are more important than checking those information. Now that they're all working, we can't get together every day like before, so of course we have to seize every opportunity!"

Of the group, Song Lingge is the only one who is a freelancer.

But when she was rushing to meet up with her manuscript, it was even harder for her to get an appointment with those other people.

The price of growing up begins with drifting further and further apart.

The current Song Lingge is no longer obsessed with immediate revenge. Her two lifetimes have taught her a lesson: being born as a human is a series of challenges.

The choices you make in those challenges are the life you choose for yourself.

Some people are obsessed with revenge, while others face forgetting with equanimity.

Song Lingge was unwilling to forget the past grievances, nor was she willing to give up her current wonderful life.

Roads are made by people walking on them; she wants to walk a road that belongs to her.

"By the way, what did you ask Jing Chu to investigate?" Song Lingge asked.

"I always felt that the group of people who were surrounding us came too suspiciously. But they haven't shown up recently, so it's hard to investigate. I don't know if Jingchu has found any useful information."

"We'll know on Friday."

Song Lingge has really changed. If it were before, she would have called back immediately and wanted to know the whole story.

However, Friday arrived quickly.

As usual, Qiao Nansheng went to pick up Jing Chu, Song Lingge went to pick up Yu Shaofen, and Zhang Xiuxiu, who lived closer, went by herself.

The dinner is scheduled for Song Shi Ji.

After the renovation, many private rooms were added to the second floor, offering excellent privacy. It's a great spot for a group of people to hang out.

When Song Lingge and Yu Shaofen arrived, the others were already there.

However, only Qiao Nansheng and Jing Chu were in the private room.

"Where's Xiuxiu? She should be here the fastest!" Song Lingge asked.

"She was chatting with Aunt Song downstairs, didn't you run into her?"

"They're probably in the kitchen. We came straight up here; we haven't gone there yet!"

"Never mind her, let's give her more time to build a relationship with Aunt Song," Yu Shaofen said with a mischievous smile.

Everyone understood.

Ever since Song Lingge and Yu Shaofen entered, Jing Chu's ill-intentioned gaze has been sweeping between Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge.

"Tell me, you two, were you up to something bad that day?"

Qiao Nansheng glared at him fiercely, but Song Lingge ignored him.

Only Yu Shaofen looked completely bewildered and asked in confusion, "Which day?"

"Ignore him, he's just talking nonsense." Song Lingge poured Yu Shaofen a cup of flower tea.

"Hey hey hey! Who's talking nonsense? That day..." Jing Chu shouted, but Qiao Nansheng immediately stuffed a strawberry into his mouth to shut him up.

"Can you get down to business? Stop with the nonsense."

Jing Chu would still listen to Qiao Nansheng, since he was his current sugar daddy and he couldn't afford to offend him!

Jing Chu gave Yu Shaofen a wink: "I'll tell you later."

Qiao Nansheng punched him in annoyance, and Jing Chu pleaded for mercy: "Okay, okay, let's get down to business now."

Just as he was about to start a conversation, he turned his attention to Song Lingge: "Writer Song, this matter is closely related to you, but you seem indifferent!"

Even Jing Chu noticed that Song Lingge's current state was very different from before.

"What more could I possibly want? Tell me what you found out!"

Jing Chu scratched his head. Despite his prickly demeanor today, constantly nagging and provoking others, he was merely masking his insecurity.

Qiao Nansheng had instructed him to handle this matter a long time ago, but strangely enough, he couldn't find any clues.

"I've been keeping an eye on Director Xia's family recently, and I can only say that the blockade should have nothing to do with him."

"Why do you say that?" Yu Shaofen asked.

Song Lingge believed that even if Jing Chu was cynical and irreverent, he would still do everything Qiao Nansheng asked him to do. Qiao Nansheng, needless to say, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Jing Chu to do it.

Jing Chu was somewhat surprised that neither Qiao Nansheng nor Song Lingge raised any objections, which warmed his heart.

This is their recognition of him.

However, since Yu Shaofen had questions, he explained in detail: "Director Xia's wife must have been traumatized. Director Xia has been taking care of her during this time. The two of them are almost inseparable at home. When they go out, they basically only go to two places: the hospital and the market. I'm sure he doesn't have any other time to do these things."

“Why not just make a phone call?” Yu Shaofen retorted.

“Making a phone call is fine, but for something this important, it’s a bit unreasonable to keep not meeting up. Besides, if making a phone call works, why has there been no news for so long?”

The group of people fell into thought.

If it wasn't Xia Mingyuan, then who could it be?

When Zhang Xiuxiu pushed the door open, she saw several people with furrowed brows, deep in thought.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiuxiu stood at the door, hesitant to go in, wondering if she had entered the wrong private room.

Wasn't this supposed to be a get-together? Why does it feel like a meeting?