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

Qiao Nansheng and Xiao Guo opened the door, only to find the office already empty.

Qiao Nansheng took out his phone and found a message that Song Lingge had sent him two hours ago: Nansheng, my dad is looking for me, I need to go see him.

Qiao Nansheng's expression suddenly changed, and he ran outside.

Xiao Guo called out from behind, "What happened?"

"I'll talk to you another day, I have something urgent to do."

"In ancient times, it took three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage to finally meet him. Qiao Nansheng's girlfriend is even harder to meet than Zhuge Liang!" Xiao Guo couldn't help but complain.

But despite all the complaints, what can he do about his relationship with Qiao Nansheng?

Qiao Nansheng left, but he still had to lock the door for him.

On the way, Qiao Nansheng sent messages to Song Lingge but received no reply, and after a while, he called her but no one answered.

His heart had never been so flustered.

Song Lingge had mentioned several times before that she and Hele Manor seemed to be incompatible, and she even wanted to sell the house there.

At this moment, Qiao Nansheng felt that he should have sold it back then and cut off contact with the other side as soon as possible.

He drove incredibly fast the whole way, almost running red lights.

He lamented that he shouldn't have turned off his phone during the meeting, missing such important information.

If anything really happened to Song Lingge, he would never forgive himself.

After finally arriving at Hele Manor, Qiao Nansheng drove downstairs and sped straight to the Song family's house.

He pounded on the door frantically, but no one came to open it.

Qiao Nansheng slammed his fist into the door, letting out a low growl like a wild beast.

For the first time, he felt powerless and didn't know what to do.

"It really is you! I thought I was seeing things."

Qiao Nansheng looked up and noticed someone standing on the stairs; it turned out to be Grandpa Sun.

"Grandpa Sun, have you seen Lingge coming over?" Qiao Nansheng strode up to Grandpa Sun in a few steps, startling him.

"No, no, I've been here all day, I haven't come here. Did something happen?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Nansheng's last hope was shattered once again. His legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Grandpa Sun helped him up: "What happened?"

Qiao Nansheng grabbed Grandpa Sun's arm: "Grandpa Sun, did you see her father?"

Grandpa Sun realized this matter couldn't be taken lightly, and after thinking carefully for a while, he said, "A couple of days ago, Xiao Song came over and said that her father had moved back. I haven't seen her father these past two days, but he went out today and hasn't come back yet. I really haven't seen Xiao Song come over; I've been guarding the security room all day."

"Uncle Sun, are you sure? Think about it again." Qiao Nansheng's voice was almost choked with emotion.

"I really didn't see her. Xiao Song was so nice to me. Even if she hadn't greeted me, I would definitely have recognized her!"

"Uncle Sun, if you see them coming back, whether it's her father alone or with him, could you please give me a call?"

"it is good--"

Before Grandpa Sun's reply had even faded, Qiao Nansheng had already taken a few steps to the next floor.

Qiao Nansheng knew that now was the time when Song Lingge needed him the most, and he absolutely could not lose his composure.

But where could Song Jianping and Song Lingge have gone if they haven't returned?

Song Lingge messaged him saying that Song Jianping was looking for her and she should go over. Besides home, where else would Song Jianping invite her?

In a flash of inspiration, Qiao Nansheng thought of a place.

~~~

When Song Lingge received Song Jianping's call, she felt that panic again, and her intuition told her not to go.

However, Song Lingge was eager to know what Song Jianping thought after reading Zhao Jueyu's diary, and she was even willing to risk everything she had for it.

Stepping onto this familiar road again feels like stepping into another world.

Although Qiao Nansheng's grandparents lived nearby, Song Lingge would always go straight there and leave from there whenever she came over, never setting foot on this road.

If that person isn't at the end of the road, then even your hometown feels like a distant place.

On this road, Song Lingge's last memory of Zhao Jueyu was seeing Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei busy at the small shop every weekend when she came back.

When she comes back, I'll cook her something delicious here, and she can eat it before going home.

Now their business is growing bigger and bigger, but if she could choose, Song Lingge would rather go back to the time when Zhao Jueyu was around.

She longed to hear Zhao Jueyu call out to her, "Lingge, do you want more chili?"

A gust of wind blew by, and Song Lingge felt a chill on her face. She wiped it with her hand and realized that her face was covered in tears.

Why, even given a second chance, did she still fail to learn to cherish things properly?

We always cherish the warmth of those times only after we've lost them.

Song Lingge wiped her face clean, gathered her thoughts, parked the car, and walked towards Nanzhou Middle School.

Although she hadn't been back for a long time, the gatekeeper recognized her at a glance.

"Xiao Lingge, are you here to see Principal Song?"

"Yes, Uncle Wu, how are you feeling?"

"It's fine! It's fine!"

It's class time now, and the sound of students reading aloud can be heard from the classrooms. There are also several classes having physical education lessons on the playground.

Song Lingge kept walking along the edge, trying not to disturb the students' class.

You can't get to the faculty and staff dormitory by walking through the playground; you have to take a long detour to get there.

The phone rang again; it was Song Jianping calling. Song Lingge quickly hung up.

Perhaps it's because of his age, but Song Lingge noticed that Song Jianping seemed to have little patience these days, getting impatient after waiting for just a short while.

The phone rang again, and Song Lingge immediately turned it off.

However, she quickened her pace.

With social development, the faculty and staff dormitories have become too old, and many people have moved out, leaving most of the houses vacant.

Li Meimei said that Fang Guanghua wanted to obtain the Nanzhou Middle School project through Zhou Songmei, which likely referred to the renovation plan for the faculty and staff dormitory.

This place, too, will return to dust.

From a comfort perspective, Song Lingge doesn't like living here.

But after her rebirth, this place, where she reconnected with Zhao Jueyu after decades, became her warmest memory.

The mother and daughter overheard Song Jianping and Nie Ergou's conversation here, thus learning about Song Jianping's infidelity; they also learned Zhao Jueyu's true feelings towards Zhou Songmei here...

The mother and daughter had spent decades together in their previous life, but they had never been as close as they had been in this year since their rebirth.

However, it was all too short-lived.

This is Song Lingge's biggest regret.

Before she knew it, she had reached the door. The door was ajar, and Song Lingge pushed it open and went inside.

Song Jianping sat in a chair, with Zhao Jueyu's diary on the table in front of him.

The house, which hadn't been lived in for a long time, had a musty, damp smell.

Song Lingge opened the door wide and then opened the window.

"How did you get back here?" Song Lingge asked.

“I miss your mother,” Song Jianping replied.

Song Lingge's hand remained suspended in mid-air for a while before she withdrew it.

"Have you finished reading the diary?"

"Hmm, you wrote the last one, didn't you?" Song Jianping looked up and scrutinized Song Lingge with a critical gaze.

Song Lingge looked at him, her gaze equally scrutinizing.

"When did you begin to suspect that I pushed your mother down?" Song Jianping asked.