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

The father and daughter had indeed come to Zhao Jueyu's grave.

Qiao Nansheng saw Song Lingge.

Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he remembered very well the warm white, forest-style dress she was wearing today.

The startling red spots on the hem of her skirt caused Qiao Nansheng's mind to go blank for a moment.

What exactly happened to Song Lingge?

He frantically climbed the steps, running towards Song Lingge.

The steps were so long, and Qiao Nansheng was running too fast and not paying attention to his footing, so he almost fell several times.

But Song Lingge was waiting for him, and he couldn't stay.

Finally reaching her, he saw Song Lingge being held by a strange man. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a knife stuck in her abdomen, and blood had stained a large area of ​​her dress red.

Qiao Nansheng didn't know if she had any other injuries. He instinctively reached out to hug her, but he was afraid that he might unintentionally worsen her condition.

"Lingge..."

Qiao Nansheng wanted to ask about Song Lingge's situation, but he couldn't make a sound, only managing to utter the word "she".

The stranger said, "I am Chen Bingfeng, Lingge's brother. She was stabbed in the abdomen and lost too much blood, causing her to fall into a coma. Please carry her downstairs first. I have already called an ambulance, it should be here soon."

Qiao Nansheng mechanically took Song Lingge from him. Her eyes were closed, and her face was deathly pale. The lively girl from just a few hours ago had suddenly become like this.

Even though she was now unconscious due to excessive blood loss, Qiao Nansheng dared not use too much force, for fear of hurting her.

He held her in his arms, no longer running as fast as before, but each step was steady.

What he held in his arms was his whole world.

But at that moment, he felt like his whole world was about to collapse.

Song Lingge had lost an unknown amount of blood; Qiao Nansheng could even feel the stickiness of the blood in his hands as he held her.

The thought of the girl who had just been smiling and joking with him, and who had turned out like this in the blink of an eye, made Qiao Nansheng's heart ache.

He shouldn't have pretended to be so magnanimous, shouldn't have listened to her talk about freedom and independence, and shouldn't have left her alone.

Freedom and independence are nothing compared to her life.

Even though they all suspected Song Jianping was a dangerous person, they still let her go to him.

It's all his fault; he shouldn't have always been so submissive to her.

"are you OK?"

The ambulance had arrived. After Song Lingge was picked up and put in the ambulance, the medical staff looked at Qiao Nansheng and asked him with concern.

Song Lingge's condition is very serious, but Qiao Nansheng's condition is not much better.

Qiao Nansheng shook his head blankly, his eyes fixed on Song Lingge.

hospital.

When Song Jianmei and Zhang Xiuxiu arrived, they only saw Qiao Nansheng sitting outside the operating room, looking lost and dejected.

His eyes were vacant, and it was heartbreaking to see.

She walked over and gently patted Qiao Nansheng's shoulder: "Nansheng, the ground is cold, come and wait on the chair!"

Qiao Nansheng did not respond. Song Jianmei wanted to comfort her, but Zhang Xiuxiu pulled her back and shook her head.

Zhang Xiuxiu helped Song Jianmei to sit down on a bench.

Not to mention Qiao Nansheng, Song Jianmei burst into tears the moment she received the call from Chen Bingfeng. No one could feel any better.

A short while later, Chen Bingfeng arrived.

When Qiao Nansheng saw him, he seemed to come alive again.

"What exactly happened? Why was Lingge stabbed? Was it really him... trying to kill her?"

Song Jianmei also came over, and when she saw her son, she burst into tears, hitting him as she said, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? How could this happen?"

Chen Bingfeng hugged Song Jianmei and said, "It was your uncle's knife, but he was planning to commit suicide. When Lingge tried to grab the knife, she was accidentally injured. Just now, when you brought Lingge to the hospital, I took your uncle to the police station."

"What a tragedy! If he doesn't want to live anymore, don't drag our Lingge down with him! And you, didn't I tell you to go with her? How did things turn out like this?"

With tears in his eyes, Chen Bingfeng hugged Song Jianmei tightly.

No one knew better than him what Song Lingge meant to them, mother and son.

If he had a choice, he would rather be the one stabbed.

"I'm sorry, it's not easy to hide in the cemetery, so I was a little far away. By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late to get there."

During this period, Chen Bingfeng was on leave, so Song Jianmei asked him to secretly protect Song Lingge.

She and Song Jianping were siblings, and she knew his cold-heartedness better than anyone else.

But no matter how much you try to prevent it, you can't avoid this kind of thing happening.

The operating lights went out, and everyone immediately gathered around.

"How is she, doctor?"

"The surgery went very smoothly, don't worry!"

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After being taken back to the ward, Song Lingge was still unconscious, and Qiao Nansheng couldn't do anything about it since everyone was gathered around.

"Xiuxiu, could you please go to my house and tell my grandfather about this? Then go with them to Lingge's house and tell Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin as well," Qiao Nansheng said.

Song Jianmei stopped crying: "Why don't we not tell them yet? How can my in-laws stand it?"

“Lingge can’t keep this from them for long. Rather than lying to them and letting them speculate and get angry, it’s better to tell them sooner rather than later.”

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi are not easy to fool. Song Lingge can be fooled if she doesn't come home for a day or two, but judging from her current condition, she will be in the hospital for at least a while, so she definitely can't fool them.

Qiao Nansheng then looked at Chen Bingfeng: "We can only trouble you with the police station; you're more familiar with the whole situation."

"Yes, I know."

"Aunt Song..."

“You don’t need to say anything, I understand. I’m relieved to hear that she’s alright.” Song Jianmei touched Song Lingge’s pale face. “I’ll go back and make some soup. Lingge loves my soup the most.”

Before leaving, Song Jianmei looked at Qiao Nansheng and said, "I'm leaving Lingge in your care."

Qiao Nansheng nodded.

Song Jianmei knew that Qiao Nansheng wanted to keep Song Lingge company.

Since they're not doing anything useful here anyway, they might as well do something they can do and leave the time alone for the two young couple!

After they left, the room fell silent instantly.

Qiao Nansheng moved a stool and sat down in front of Song Lingge's hospital bed, held her hand, and kept looking at her.

He would never leave her again; he would stay by her side forever.

"From now on, don't talk to me about freedom anymore, and don't tell me you can handle everything. I have my own judgment and concerns, and you can't stop me anymore. This is also my right and freedom."

As the familiar pain surged, Song Lingge felt as if her present self overlapped with her past self.

Why must I be stabbed in both my past and present lives?

She was speechless; it really hurt so much.

The key point is that at this time, someone actually talked to her about freedom and rights?

God's freedom and rights.