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

It's a real shame that Qiao Nansheng didn't become an interrogator.

Song Lingge had hoped to get away with it, but Qiao Nansheng was just that shrewd; trying to fool him was harder than climbing to heaven.

Since the soft approach wasn't working, Song Lingge decided to take a hard approach.

She took a deep breath and thought of what to say: "Can you please stop controlling me like this? I'm an adult. I know what I should and shouldn't do. I don't need my boyfriend to act like an elder and control everything I do."

I feel much better now that I've said it all in one go.

Qiao Nan slammed on the brakes.

Song Lingge was caught off guard and almost lunged forward, but Qiao Nansheng had already reached out and blocked her way.

She patted her chest, calmed herself down, and prepared to confront Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng's habit of suddenly stopping is really bad!

Unexpectedly, her mount suddenly fell backward. Before Song Lingge could even utter a sound, Qiao Nansheng's handsome face appeared directly above her.

The two were in a very ambiguous position, and Song Lingge's face flushed red.

"What...what are you trying to do?"

Qiao Nansheng smiled slightly: "It's because someone pretended to be angry in an attempt to change the subject. I had no choice but to stop the car and tell her that I'm not a boyfriend who acts like an elder."

Song Lingge's face turned even redder, and she retorted weakly, "How did you know I was faking my temper?"

"I won't tell you. But I can give you a heads-up: don't try anything funny in front of me. I can tell right away."

"Tch—" Song Lingge pouted disdainfully.

"What, you don't believe it?"

"You just said you're not a boyfriend who acts like an elder?" Song Lingge didn't believe it, but she knew this wasn't the time to be stubborn.

"Yes! Would elders do that?"

As he spoke, Qiao Nansheng leaned down and gave him a deep kiss.

This was an unexpected kiss.

Song Lingge passively accepted it, but was quickly ignited by Qiao Nansheng and responded to him enthusiastically.

The moon is beautiful tonight.

The moon must love watching lovers together, so it drapes every couple in a hazy white veil, adding the most romantic embellishment to their love.

After a long while, Qiao Nansheng reluctantly left.

“If you don’t want to talk about it in the future, you can just tell me that you want to keep a little secret. But you can’t do this again. If you do this again, then I will punish you like this.”

"Is this a punishment?" Song Lingge asked jokingly.

Qiao Nansheng's face instantly turned bright red; this woman was flirting with him again.

How can she be so versatile, sometimes innocent, sometimes alluring, sometimes mature...?

"Hahaha, Nansheng, why are you blushing?"

"Nonsense, I didn't."

"Hahaha……"

~~~

It was three days later that Song Lingge learned from Li Meimei who had picked up Zizai.

Just as she expected, it was the same person.

The relationship between Zhou Songmei and Meng Zhongkui was indeed extraordinary.

She asked this question because she knew her father.

In the past, Zhou Songmei was by his side as his daughter, so he was willing to help her raise her child.

But times have changed. If Song Jianping wants to be with Zhou Songmei, he would never agree to raise someone else's child.

On this point, Song Jianping has his own obsession with saving face.

Zhou Songmei must have understood this as well, which is why she always sent Meng Zhongkui to pick up the children from the Fang family.

And Meng Zhongkui actually went to pick him up.

So, is it possible...?

Song Lingge made a bold guess in her mind.

But that's a story for another time; she doesn't have time to investigate other people's parentage right now.

Ever since Xia Mingyuan told her his thoughts, Song Lingge's focus has remained on the truth behind Xia Jiaojiao's death.

She even went back to Deyunlou and retraced the path Xia Jiaojiao had taken, but still couldn't find a clue.

She couldn't explain why she did it.

Perhaps it's just because of her similar experiences to Xia Mingyuan.

Losing one's only child in middle age—just four simple words, but the blood and tears contained within them can never be erased.

Song Lingge even had a faint hope that if this matter was related to Fang Guanghua, perhaps the unfinished punishment in her previous life could be resolved in this life.

There will never be another Fang Xingxing in this life, but the blood and tears shed by Song Lingge and her daughter are real.

Fang Guanghua will have to pay a price.

This time, she must be extremely careful, otherwise, just like Chen Sangde did, Nie Ergou was convicted, but Fang Guanghua easily escaped legal punishment.

Her palm was pressed against her heart, where a strong, powerful heartbeat could be heard.

In her past life, life had worn down her edges and expectations. She wasn't exactly heartbroken, but she had a kind of peaceful sense of death about her.

But in this life, every time she hears her own heartbeat, it doesn't feel like herself; it feels more like another person she knows best—Fang Xingxing.

So passionate, so fervent.

She has been struggling with this for far too long, and she has been letting her guard down for far too long.

Faced with another opportunity, Song Lingge wanted to confront her truest feelings.

Having firmly decided on her own thoughts, Song Lingge set off alone, embarking on her destiny's path.

She's going to see someone.

Song Lingge drove alone on the deserted road. The surroundings were desolate, and there were very few pedestrians or even vehicles.

She felt a little uneasy and kept checking the map.

Yes, it was a map, a paper map. This outdated method made her extremely nostalgic for the navigation she used in her previous life.

After driving for nearly three hours, we finally arrived at our destination.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a tall wall, with layers of barbed wire wrapped around the top.

Although you can't see inside, just standing here, you can feel the endless strictness and coldness, and the air seems to be filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

At that moment, the iron gate opened.

Zhang Binbin, with a scruffy beard, walked out of the iron gate carrying a travel bag.

His gaze was empty and lost, as if he didn't know where he should go.

Song Lingge honked the horn, and Zhang Binbin looked over.

He never expected that after being imprisoned for two whole months, the person who came to pick him up would be Song Lingge.

"Why is it you?" Zhang Binbin's voice was very hoarse.

He stood outside the car window and questioned Song Lingge warily. Although he had been imprisoned for so long, he hadn't lost his basic sense of reason; he had suffered too much at Song Lingge's hands.

Song Lingge handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Let's talk about it in the car!"

"No...no need." Zhang Binbin refused.

"Are you sure you don't want to? Aren't you curious how I know your release date? It can't be that I can predict it perfectly, right?"