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

Song Jianping did not take Song Jianmei back to Hele Manor.

It was confirmed by Grandpa Sun that not long after Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng left last time, Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei also left.

"Where are they living now?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

This question stumped Song Lingge. She knew they had rented a place outside, but she really didn't know where it was.

"I didn't ask, but judging from the time he came last time, he shouldn't be far from here. Oh well, let's go back to the shop first!"

Even though Song Jianping's current residence is not far from Hele Manor, with so many residential areas around, checking each household would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, they do not have the right to conduct door-to-door investigations.

When Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng returned to Song Shi Ji, it was already evening, the busiest time of the day for the restaurant.

However, even when Song Jianmei and she were not there, the store still operated smoothly.

Song Lingge has always been a hands-off manager; she knows that all of this is thanks to Song Jianmei.

It must have taken countless efforts for a rural woman who has been unemployed for many years to achieve this.

Song Lingge was deeply moved.

Everyone said that she and Zhao Jueyu were Song Jianmei's benefactors, rescuing her from dire straits. Even Song Jianping felt that helping her open a shop was a great help to her.

Perhaps even Song Jianmei herself felt that she should be grateful to them and her family.

However, Song Lingge did not think so.

Although it was she and Zhao Jueyu who initially lent a helping hand and brought Song Jianmei out of that terrible family.

But later, even without Song Jianmei, Song Lingge would have found other ways to make money when she opened her shop. Song Jianmei was a gift from heaven, her best business partner.

No one is more suitable than her, and no one is more considerate than her.

With Song Jianmei sitting in the shop, Song Lingge had more time and energy to be herself.

Not everyone can be themselves.

Song Lingge made up her mind that if Song Jianmei hadn't returned by tomorrow, she would call the police.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Qiao Nansheng yawning wearily.

He's been very busy with work lately, and he's even developed dark circles under his eyes. But whenever it involves Song Lingge, he's always there for her, attending to every little detail.

It would be a lie to say it's not heartwarming.

"I want to wait here a little longer. Why don't you go home first? I'll call you when I get back."

Qiao Nansheng didn't speak, but his head shook his head, which said everything.

Song Lingge knew that this man looked gentle and kind, but he was extremely stubborn. Once he made up his mind, very few people could change it.

"Then go to the second floor, to the private room we usually go to. I put a blanket in the closet, close the door and get some sleep."

"Okay, then I'll go upstairs and take a nap."

Qiao Nansheng was really exhausted.

Song Lingge looked around the entire hall; this was the empire she had built.

Today, she will be here, like a real boss, taking Song Jianmei's place in running the shop.

After meddling around for a while, Song Lingge realized that she really could only be a hands-off manager.

The employees worked together efficiently and methodically, dividing tasks among themselves. Song Lingge's attempt to help only made things worse.

Finally, Song Lingge sighed and went into the kitchen.

Even though the kitchen is busier and more hectic, surely she can squat in a corner and peel garlic?

She searched around like a headless fly, not knowing where to begin.

"Old Zhang, where's the garlic?" Song Lingge asked.

"Garlic? What do you need garlic for, young boss?" Old Zhang asked back.

Song Lingge gave an awkward laugh: "I can't help with anything else, so I'll just peel some garlic for you, since you need a lot of that anyway."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang chuckled and gestured towards a machine in the corner: "Now we all use that peeler, unlike before, which wasted manpower. This one is faster and saves time."

Fine! Song Lingge can't even be counted on to peel garlic anymore.

There was nothing she could do in the kitchen.

Song Lingge walked around for a while, but the smell of cooking oil was too strong. She decided to go to the front hall to see if there was anything she could help with.

She completely forgot that she went to the kitchen because she couldn't help in the front of the house.

Song Lingge returned to the lobby, only to find that in such a large store, there was nowhere for her to stay.

If Qiao Nansheng hadn't needed to sleep, she would have preferred to go upstairs to keep him company.

"Lingge——"

Following the sound, Song Lingge's face turned frosty.

"Why are you ignoring me? I'm here to spend money, after all," Fang Guanghua said with a grin.

Song Lingge said with a forced smile, "Welcome."

After saying that, she was about to leave. Fang Guanghua tried to stop her, but her fierce gaze deterred him.

Fang Guanghua raised his hands slightly in a gesture of surrender: "You're supposed to be a boss, I'm just here to eat, don't be so rude!"

Song Lingge looked behind Fang Guanghua and saw several unfamiliar faces with bloated, fat heads.

She composed herself and said with a charming smile, "How could I not give you face?"

Fang Guanghua sensed a hint of evil in her eyes. Reason told him he had to escape, but he was already bewitched by her smile.

Song Lingge beckoned a waiter and instructed with a smile, "Xiao Zhou, take these bosses to the best private room on the second floor. The dishes and drinks must be the best. Boss Fang is the most generous."

All the private rooms on the second floor are decorated the same way, so there's no such thing as the best one. If we're talking about the best one, it has to be the one that the small business owners use privately.

But seeing the young boss wink at her, Xiao Zhou understood immediately.

With a look that seemed to say, "I understand, leave it to me, don't worry," she smiled and said to everyone, "This way, gentlemen."

Fang Guanghua knew he was a lamb to the slaughter today, but he had already prepared himself mentally before coming. No matter how Song Lingge teased him, he would accept it.

However, Song Lingge didn't take the bait and directly sent him to a private room. How could he say more words to her?

"President Wu, President Du, President Lin, you go up first, I'll be right behind you." Fang Guanghua was clearly still unwilling to give up.

"Mr. Fang, you'd better hurry up! Or you can have the boss's wife come up too! Hahahaha..." The fattest man grinned wickedly.

Song Lingge ignored her and walked straight to the cashier.

Fang Guanghua smiled apologetically from behind: "Mr. Wu, you're joking. We're just old classmates, nothing to joke about!"

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Song Lingge was right to leave. What good people could Fang Guanghua possibly know?

A bunch of trash whose minds are filled with nothing but lewdness and debauchery!

"Lingge, it's just business, I just made up a few things, don't be angry!" Fang Guanghua chased after her.

Song Lingge glanced at him: "Fang Guanghua, do I know you that well?"

Whether we're close or not is up to you to decide, but you know how I feel about it!

This statement is too ambiguous and vague.

Song Lingge ignored him: "Please don't stand here. Or does President Fang want to leave some deposit at the front desk in advance? I think it would be better for President Fang to leave some."