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

Chapter 433 The Night is Beautiful

The night was beautiful, gentle as water.

Qiao Nansheng held Song Lingge's hand and walked aimlessly forward. Unlike usual, Song Lingge did not walk side by side with him and automatically lagged behind by half a body length.

As she walked, she felt increasingly frustrated.

She didn't intentionally lie to Qiao Nansheng. Under those circumstances, it wasn't convenient to tell him and make him worry, and besides, she had originally planned to tell him the truth after she returned.

However, plans can change, and who knew that Qiao Nansheng would change his mind.

Although she had promised Qiao Nansheng several times that she wouldn't lie to him, there were reasons for it. Besides, she didn't want him to worry too much. She meant well, so why should she be the one upset now?

The more Song Lingge thought about it, the angrier she became. She unconsciously sulked and stood there, refusing to move.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng felt the resistance and turned around to ask.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Song Lingge asked angrily.

“You didn’t say anything either!” Qiao Nansheng retorted.

"You're the one who dragged me out, so you go first."

“I spoke first. I asked you what was wrong.”

Every word Song Lingge uttered was perfectly shut down, leaving her even more frustrated.

Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but laugh at her angry expression and tried to comfort her gently: "Could you tell me why you're angry right now? Otherwise, I think someone is being a bit unreasonable."

Song Lingge knew she was in the wrong, but knowing it was one thing and doing it was another.

"I'm unreasonable? You're the one who's been being sarcastic and sarcastic all along, aren't you?"

"Me, being sarcastic?" Qiao Nansheng was instantly dumbfounded.

"Isn't that right? I came back to greet you, and you just left me and went to the kitchen. When I put food on your plate, you said it was to whet your appetite, and after you finished eating, you said something about making someone with no appetite eat their fill so that they could achieve their goal."

"Heaven and earth bear witness, you can't be so wrong to accuse someone like that! You came back so late, what's wrong with me suggesting we eat first? Didn't you say you didn't have an appetite this afternoon, so I thought I'd order some appetizers for you? And in the end, that's even more unfair. I was really happy to see you eat your fill! It's a boyfriend's responsibility to make sure his girlfriend is well-fed."

"you……"

It seems the enemy came prepared, perfectly retorting with every word.

Song Lingge was furious and made a move to leave.

Qiao Nansheng grabbed her arm: "Don't be angry, okay? At least tell me why you're so angry so I can correct myself, right?"

Song Lingge felt even more depressed.

What is she supposed to say? That she lied first and then tried to justify herself?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qiao Nansheng continued, "When I got home from get off work last night, I found that you weren't there and your phone was off. Do you know how worried I was? But in order not to worry Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin, I pretended to be calm. Later, when I saw you come back, looking so tired, I stopped thinking about anything else. I just wanted to eat well, drink well, and rest well. Everything else could wait."

At this moment, Song Lingge felt guilty, ashamed, and moved, and couldn't help but sob.

Qiao Nansheng panicked, wiped away her tears, and pulled her into his arms: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Song Lingge mumbled, "No, it's my fault! But let me cry for a while first. Waaah..."

Song Lingge nestled against Qiao Nansheng's chest and sobbed softly.

She had her grievances, but compared to Qiao Nansheng's, they were nothing.

"Honey~ Did something happen today?" Qiao Nansheng put one arm around her and stroked her long hair with the other.

Song Lingge nodded and then shook her head, feeling that she was being very pretentious.

Perhaps it was only because the person in front of her was Qiao Nansheng that she could let go of all her past experiences and act like a young woman experiencing first love, completely unguarded in front of him.

Song Lingge wiped away her tears, broke free from Qiao Nansheng's embrace, and felt embarrassed after venting her emotions.

“I lied to you today, I don’t believe you didn’t notice, so why aren’t you angry with me?” Song Lingge asked.

Her eyes, slightly red from crying, stared intently at Qiao Nansheng, trying to see into his heart.

Qiao Nansheng rubbed her cheek and said with a smile, "So that's how it is. So you've been fighting amongst yourself all this time?"

Song Lingge did not answer.

Qiao Nansheng continued, "You've lied to me many times before, but I've noticed that every time I ask you, you always tell me the truth. The reason I ask you to report everything is because I'm worried about you, but in other words, when you lie to me, aren't you also afraid I'll worry? It's all about intentions, not actions."

Qiao Nansheng pulled Song Lingge into his arms again: "I'm sorry, did I put pressure on you? Is that why you were so hesitant to speak today?"

Song Lingge burst into tears; it turned out he knew everything.

"Do you know how afraid I am that you'll hold me accountable? I know you mean well, but I still feel pressured. I was planning to tell you about today's events after you got back tonight, but I didn't expect you to be back so soon."

Qiao Nansheng hugged her even tighter: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Qiao Nansheng truly felt sorry, and Song Lingge truly couldn't accept it.

Are you suggesting she resent someone who always puts her first and considers her best interests at heart?

"Don't say sorry, we haven't wronged anyone."

Qiao Nansheng smiled: "Okay, neither of us has wronged the other."

Song Lingge looked up: "I went to the prison today to pick up Zhang Binbin."

Qiao Nansheng let go of her, and the two of them went to the leisure area in the courtyard of the community and found a bench to sit down.

"Is it because of Xia Jiaojiao?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"Yes! I want to know the truth."

"Did you get any clues from that?"

Song Lingge shook her head; investigating a case is never an easy task.

"Fang Guanghua was just using Zhang Binbin from beginning to end; he wouldn't tell him anything."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best." Qiao Nansheng put his arm around Song Lingge's shoulder.

Song Lingge turned to look at him: "I will go see him again in a few days, and if necessary, I will also go see Li Meimei. I promise I will take good care of myself."

Qiao Nansheng understood that Song Lingge was telling him what she was going to do next in her own way.

She no longer hid anything from him.

“I won’t stop you, but if you can, could you let me know before you go? If I have time, I’ll go with you,” Qiao Nansheng said sincerely.

Song Lingge lowered her head and organized her thoughts: "I don't want you to let my affairs interfere with your work. Don't forget our shared ideals; I'd rather see us thrive in our respective careers."

These were Song Lingge's honest thoughts, and even with someone as close as her and Qiao Nansheng, it took them so long to muster the courage to say them.

"I can handle my own affairs, can you trust me?"

When Song Lingge said these words, her bright eyes remained unwavering, revealing a radiant and unyielding conviction.

Qiao Nansheng was touched and said helplessly, "At least I have time on weekends. Can't I spend time with my girlfriend?"

"That's still possible!"

The night was beautiful, and they were deeply in love.