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

Over the next few days, Song Lingge experienced the treatment of a national treasure.

Needless to say, Qiao Nansheng was practically living in the hospital. Song Jianmei and Lin Xiuzhi were constantly preparing nourishing soups for her.

Besides them, there were also members of the Qin and Qiao families; one left, and another arrived. Of course, the two little ones were an exception.

People are especially vulnerable when they are sick, and even the most annoying little brats become more missed during this time. However, even though Song Lingge missed those two little devils terribly, no one dared to bring them along.

Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen would come over every day after get off work and not leave until after visiting hours. But it was good, because they could also get free meals from the hospital staff, saving them the trouble of cooking at home.

Jing Chu was at the hospital watching over Zhang Binbin, and he would occasionally come to her ward. But Song Lingge knew very well that Jing Chu's visits weren't for her, but entirely for him!

Fortunately, she had a private room, otherwise she would have been complained about by other patients.

That day, Jing Chu came again and kept pestering Qiao Nansheng to play games.

Even a simple game like Tetris can be played in countless creative ways.

Song Lingge really wanted to tell him to play games in a few years, when games would be everywhere.

"Why don't you go and keep watch over Zhang Binbin? It's not good for you to always stay here with me," Song Lingge said bluntly.

“There’s nothing to guard. It’s been so many days, and nothing’s happened. Nansheng is here, so it’s fine for me to be here too.” Jing Chu’s eyes were fixed on the phone screen, not giving Song Lingge a single glance.

Qiao Nansheng suppressed a laugh.

Every time he saw Song Lingge jealous of Jing Chu, he couldn't help but laugh and cry. Was he really that unattractive that his girlfriend could only be jealous of his brother?

"Just because nothing happened for a day doesn't mean nothing will happen forever. The fact that Zhang Binbin has been lying there shows how hard the murderer hit him; they definitely wanted to kill him."

After Li Meimei returned home, there was no news of her, and Song Lingge had almost given up on Fang Guanghua's suspicions.

But as she said, the murderer used such a vicious method back then, and now Zhang Binbin is still in a coma, are we really going to let him go?

Would such a ruthless person really leave behind an unpredictable weakness?

“Lingge is right, listen to her. You’ve come and eaten, and played for so long, you should go back now,” Qiao Nansheng advised.

Jing Chu rolled his eyes in frustration.

Brothers can't date. If Qiao Nansheng starts dating, he'll have to listen to Song Lingge too.

Song Lingge wasn't going to suffer any loss, so she rolled her eyes back and casually said, "If Shaofen were here, that would be great. Yesterday, Shaofen said she might as well not go for the internship since it's already been stamped."

Jing Chu grinned at Song Lingge and said, "Alright, alright, I'll go up now, okay?"

I grabbed an orange before leaving.

Qiao Nansheng also picked up an orange, peeling it as he said, "This orange is very fresh, would you like one?"

"And you, I'm fine now, you don't need to stay here watching over me every day, I don't want to interfere with your work."

Qiao Nansheng handed her the peeled orange: "Okay, whatever you say."

Song Lingge was so angry that she refused to accept the oranges. This had been the case for the past few days. No matter what she said, Qiao Nansheng would agree, but he still did things his own way.

At first, his wounds were severe, and he outwardly complied but inwardly defied her, so Song Lingge didn't hold it against him.

But several days have passed, and her wound is almost healed, yet Qiao Nansheng still reacts the same way, which is quite frustrating.

Qiao Nansheng offered a segment of orange to Song Lingge's lips, but she turned her head away and refused to eat it.

"Heh heh, so affectionate, huh?"

Song Lingge turned around. The old saying, "Don't talk about people behind their backs," is very true.

Li Meimei leaned against the door frame, having been there for an unknown amount of time, and teased them with a smile.

"Meimei, what brings you here?" Song Lingge was truly surprised to see her.

Li Meimei came in, handed the flowers to Qiao Nansheng, and sat down by Song Lingge's bedside, saying, "I called you several times but no one answered, so I called Yu Shaofen. She told me you were in the hospital, so I came to check on you. What happened?"

It seemed Yu Shaofen hadn't given Li Meimei any specifics, so Song Lingge casually replied, "It's a minor issue; she'll be discharged soon. By the way, what did you want to see me about?"

Li Meimei glanced at Qiao Nansheng hesitantly.

Qiao Nansheng immediately said, "Xiao Guo just called me, I'll go out and call him back."

Song Lingge nodded with a smile.

Witnessing this scene, Li Meimei felt a pang of sadness and said, "You two have such a good relationship! I never realized Qiao Nansheng was such a considerate person."

Song Lingge did not answer.

If it were someone else, she might have exchanged a few polite words.

She couldn't even utter a polite word to Li Meimei.

After all, she spent her entire life trying to understand Li Meimei's man, Fang Guanghua. She was the most qualified to speak about what kind of person that man was.

"You still haven't told me what you want to see me about!" Song Lingge changed the subject.

Li Meimei snapped out of her daze and said with a smile, "What could I possibly want from you? I just wanted to go shopping with you or something."

Song Lingge smiled and said, "Soon, I should be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

"By the way, how is Zhang Binbin?" Li Meimei suddenly asked.

“I’m not quite sure either. Although we’re in the same hospital, my condition is…” Song Lingge thought for a moment and then changed her words, “But Nan Sheng went to check on me a couple of days ago and said that Zhang Binbin is showing some signs of improvement. His mother also said that he sometimes talks in his sleep and cries out in pain, so he’ll probably wake up soon!”

"Oh, that's good. He's been unconscious for quite a while now."

"Yes, it has been quite a long time."

Li Meimei looked at Song Lingge and said, "I didn't tell Fang Guanghua about Zhang Binbin. To put it bluntly, it's better if the two of them have no more contact."

Zhang Binbin is still lying down. Li Meimei probably felt that it was not fair of her to say such things now, so she added a few more words.

“Lingge, I can only tell you what's on my mind. You know Zhang Binbin, Fang Guanghua talks about doing business with him, but they're just fair-weather friends. Although I feel sorry for him now that he's in this state, I also have to consider my own life, don't I?”

"That's natural."

Zhang Binbin and the other two were, at best, just ordinary classmates.

Considering what Zhang Binbin did to Song Lingge, she was already being kind by not kicking him when he was down.

From Li Meimei's perspective, it's understandable that she has concerns.

But what's strange is that they didn't have much contact with Zhang Binbin normally, yet they already knew about his accident.

Fang Guanghua was Zhang Binbin's good friend and had business dealings with him, yet he never visited Zhang Binbin even once during Zhang's long hospital stay. Something just didn't seem right.

Did Fang Guanghua really not know that Zhang Binbin was in trouble?