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

Her seemingly random and incoherent statement left Qiao Nansheng stunned for several seconds.

But soon he smiled, revealing his white teeth.

At the same time, he made up his mind.

Just then, someone pushed open the door, and Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng both looked towards the entrance.

It's Song Jianmei.

Song Lingge quickly got up and ran over.

"Why haven't you gone back yet?" Song Jianmei asked.

"I'll wait for you. I'm worried if you don't come back."

"Silly child, isn't it the same to make a phone call? Besides, I'm going to the police station, not some other place."

Song Lingge pouted: "Auntie, people are worried about you, is that wrong?"

Song Jianmei patted her shoulder and said with a smile, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm worried about you too. Your in-laws must be worried about you not going home so late."

"It's alright, Nansheng is here too! By the way, when you went to the police station, is it all settled now?"

Song Jianmei suddenly returned, and no one had contacted her during this time. She still couldn't believe it. Had Fang Guanghua just let it go like that?

He was clearly after her, so why would he give up so easily?

"That's settled then! It was their fight anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

Song Jianmei spoke so casually that Song Lingge didn't think much of it.

“Then let’s go back, Auntie. I’m driving. I’ll take you home first, and then I’ll go to my early shift today.”

"I live so close by, you don't need to see me off. You should go back now, I'll tidy up the shop a bit more."

Song Lingge persisted, taking her hand and pleading, "I told everyone to tidy up before leaving get off work, what's there to tidy up now? Come on, let's go back together. Even if it's close, it'll still take a while to walk."

Song Jianmei couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she had no choice but to go back with them.

"Nansheng, thank you so much for your help today," Song Jianmei said.

"Aunt Song, this is what I should do."

Ever since Song Jianmei learned that Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng were together, she has not been very kind to Qiao Nansheng. Deep down, she still has her own thoughts.

She always felt that Qiao Nansheng came from a very wealthy family and was a pretty boy who was even more delicate-looking than a girl, so she secretly thought that Qiao Nansheng was a spoiled brat.

If he was just playing around with Song Lingge, then Song Lingge and Chen Bingfeng would still have a chance. That's why she had been waiting for an opportunity. But after today, she gave up on the idea of ​​trying to match Song Lingge and Chen Bingfeng together.

It would be a lie to say I have no regrets, but having a daughter and son-in-law is also a different kind of experience.

As long as Song Lingge feels happy, that's enough.

After seeing Song Jianmei off, Song Lingge moved from the back seat to the front passenger seat.

"My aunt has changed a lot since then."

"Yes!" Qiao Nansheng nodded heavily.

"Hmm what? Is there nothing else to say?" Song Lingge was clearly not satisfied with this reply.

She has a strong urge to confide in others right now.

“I’ve already said it before! Someone has a kind of power that can help relatives whose lives are in a mess regain their confidence. If it weren’t for your influence, Aunt Song might still be in Songjiawu, coming to your house to freeload from time to time.”

Qiao Nansheng's words deeply resonated with Song Lingge.

If that were the case, then what she was whispering in Qiao Nansheng's ear would have been gossip about Song Jianmei.

It turns out that living a good life can really inspire others.

Song Lingge suddenly felt that perhaps this was the meaning of her rebirth.

Everyone has their own life path, and it's impossible to say which is better. But Song Lingge is happy with her current situation.

"I want to go to Hele Manor tomorrow."

The warm atmosphere between the two was shattered by Song Lingge's words.

Qiao Nansheng didn't want Song Lingge to go there, even though it was her father's home.

“I thought he would behave himself for a few days after I warned him last time, but who knew he would go and bother my aunt again.”

"I'm quite busy these days and might not be able to find the time. Why don't you go a few days later and wait for news from Li Meimei?"

Qiao Nansheng thought for a moment and then said, "Anyway, we've already made arrangements with Aunt Song, so even if Song... even if he comes again, we can handle it."

Song Lingge can go to Hele Manor, but he must accompany her.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Song Lingge readily agreed. In truth, if she had a choice, she would rather never have set foot there.

Even if we make less profit on that house in Hele Manor, we should sell it as soon as possible.

The birth charts are incompatible.

Song Lingge is usually someone who acts immediately when she says she will, but this time she was unusually quiet and even very compliant, which surprised Qiao Nansheng.

"If you're in a hurry, I'll have Jing Chu accompany you?" Qiao Nansheng relented.

Song Lingge shook her head: "Let's go together when you have time! Judging from Fang Guanghua's appearance today, he probably hasn't gone home yet. Even if Li Meimei wanted to tell him, she probably wouldn't have had a chance. I want to see if he still has time to cause me trouble after he finds out about that matter."

A chill flashed in Qiao Nansheng's eyes.

Song Lingge immediately sensed it. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I used to think these people were really annoying, and sometimes I even had some really bad thoughts. But later I came to terms with it."

"You're not a flower, what do you mean by wanting to bloom or not?"

Song Lingge glared at him, annoyed. She was trying to figure out how to soothe his emotions, but he was still in the mood to joke with her.

“That time I plotted against them, it seemed to be very satisfying, but in fact I was in great pain during that period. I thought about it and realized that I am just an ordinary person. If I had to pre-plan to harm others, the punishment would not be for those evil people, but for myself.”

"How do you say this?"

"They have no heart, but I do. I worry about committing a crime and losing my current life. In the end, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't bear to give up these things. Since they want to fight, I'll meet them head-on. Anyway, they're always the ones who suffer. They're not afraid of failure, so why should I bother?"

Qiao Nansheng was very clever; he immediately realized that Song Lingge was worried that he would do something foolish.

A warm feeling rose in his heart, but he didn't explain it. He also wanted to take this opportunity to understand Song Lingge's true thoughts.

"Won't you feel resentful?"

"Of course, you can be furious and seethe with hatred. But if you think about it differently, and you go to great lengths to make them suffer the consequences they deserve, like going to jail, would that really make you feel better?"

"So how do you think you can vent your anger?"

"I think, since they want to fight, I'll accept it without hesitation. It's satisfying to slap them in the face all the time, and it's even more satisfying to keep slapping them in the face. I'm going to use my intelligence to slap them in the face every time, otherwise where's the fun in life? It can also give me some inspiration for my novel. You don't know, I was locked up at home for a while, and I was almost going crazy!"