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

When Qiao Nansheng, Yu Shaofen, and Li Meimei arrived at Xinghua Cement Plant, it was already packed with people.

Qiao Nansheng was pale; he didn't know how he had rushed inside.

He just felt as if many people were blocking his way.

Then, I was enveloped in a warm embrace.

A gentle voice sounded in his ear: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Before Qiao Nansheng could react, Wen Nuan had already left.

A choked voice came from beside her: "You brat, do you know you almost scared me to death? Couldn't you have asked someone to come with you?"

Then, that familiar voice rang out again: "It's just that I didn't have time! I'm sorry, I was wrong, I promise I won't do it again next time..."

Before Song Lingge could finish speaking, she was pulled into Qiao Nansheng's arms.

Only then did Qiao Nansheng truly come to his senses and feel the real warmth in his arms.

Song Lingge obediently sat in his arms, not moving at all.

She felt a chill run down her spine when she thought about what happened today.

"Ah! Lingge, why are you covered in blood? Are you injured?" Yu Shaofen exclaimed.

Qiao Nansheng then released Song Lingge and carefully examined her.

Fortunately, there was only one wound on his hand, and the bloodstains on his clothes were probably from his hand as well.

"It's okay, it's okay, I did it myself."

If Yu Shaofen hadn't called out to her, Song Lingge would have almost forgotten about the wound.

But people are always a bit sentimental, especially when it comes to people who truly love them.

When Song Lingge cut her palm with glass, she didn't even blink.

But now, she suddenly feels a lot of pain.

"What exactly happened?" Yu Shaofen asked with concern.

"Let's go to the hospital first, we'll talk on the way." Qiao Nansheng simply picked up Song Lingge and walked towards the car.

He wasn't sure if Song Lingge had any other unseen injuries, so he simply stopped her from moving and decided to take her to the hospital for a checkup first.

Just as I was about to board the bus, I heard Li Meimei's deafening cries coming from not far away.

Yu Shaofen asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Song Lingge replied calmly, "Fang Guanghua can't escape this time."

Qiao Nansheng gave her a deep look and carefully placed her in the back seat.

"Shaofen, you take care of her."

"OK, Got it."

No matter what happens, go to the hospital first.

On the way to the hospital, Song Lingge gave a general account of what had happened at Xinghua Cement Plant.

"How could Fang Guanghua be so disgusting? He actually drugged you!" Yu Shaofen said angrily.

Song Lingge noticed that although Qiao Nansheng didn't say anything, he looked very nervous. He was someone who had never driven with one hand before, but now he was gripping the steering wheel with both hands. Song Lingge was worried that he would break the steering wheel.

"He's always been disgusting, but he's fine now," Song Lingge said, trying to sound casual.

Yu Shaofen didn't understand what she meant and kept asking, "Then what happened to your hand? Why did you say you did it yourself?"

“I don’t know what drug he gave me, but I was very dizzy at the time. In order to stay awake, I picked up a piece of broken glass and cut myself.”

Song Lingge spoke cautiously, keeping a close eye on Qiao Nansheng's reaction through the rearview mirror.

She suddenly realized that dealing with Fang Guanghua had never made her feel so terrified.

She was afraid that Qiao Nansheng would get angry, even though Qiao Nansheng never seemed to be really angry with her.

Yu Shaofen gave Song Lingge a thumbs up: "It has to be you, Lingge. You really had the heart to do that, causing so much blood to flow. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't dare."

Song Lingge kept giving Yu Shaofen meaningful glances, signaling her to stop talking, but Yu Shaofen's attention was entirely on her hands, and she didn't receive the signals from Song Lingge at all.

Song Lingge was speechless. Yu Shaofen was such a terrible teammate, always bringing up the most inappropriate topics.

"It's really nothing. I was careful and just made a shallow cut."

"You call this nothing? You've lost so much blood, and the cuts look pretty deep..."

Yu Shaofen spoke softer and softer, finally noticing the look Song Lingge was giving her.

"But since there are many blood vessels in the hands, it might just look scary, haha..."

Yu Shaofen's attempt to find a replacement is worse than not finding one at all.

Song Lingge sighed.

Qiao Nansheng caught her subtle sound. He looked at her in the rearview mirror, and just then, she was also secretly looking at him.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met.

But in just a second, Qiao Nansheng turned back.

Song Lingge's heart sank. Was Qiao Nansheng angry?

He's probably blaming her again for acting on her own initiative, and for making herself look so pathetic this time.

Most importantly, Qiao Nansheng is prone to blaming himself, and this time he will definitely take the blame upon himself again.

"We're here, Lingge." Yu Shaofen nudged Song Lingge, who was lost in thought.

But the next second, Qiao Nansheng opened the car door and came over to hug her.

Song Lingge struggled slightly and whispered, "I can walk by myself."

As a result, after being glanced at by Qiao Nansheng, he swallowed his words back.

Song Lingge's wounds were not as minor as she claimed. In that situation, she had taken a desperate gamble with the courage to burn her bridges.

Therefore, I didn't know my limits and was only thinking about staying awake. The wound was very deep, which is why I bled so much.

Qiao Nansheng's heart broke when he heard the doctor's instructions.

Judging from the extent of the wound described by the doctor alone, it's clear how much danger Song Lingge was facing at the time.

However, this time, he was not by her side again.

Each time, she resolved all the troubles herself.

Song Lingge's independence left Qiao Nansheng with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

Song Lingge remained quiet while the doctor applied the medicine.

However, she actually felt a lot of pain, but she was worried that Qiao Nansheng would worry, so she kept enduring it.

"Alright, when you get home, be careful not to get the wound wet," the doctor instructed.

Qiao Nansheng went over to ask about some precautions, and then came over to carry Song Lingge back to the car.

However, the hospital was crowded with people, and besides, the doctor had already examined the patient and confirmed that there was indeed only one wound on the hand.

Letting Qiao Nansheng hold her again seems too pretentious.

Song Lingge reluctantly refused: "Nansheng, I really can walk by myself."

But Qiao Nansheng still picked her up without saying a word.

Song Lingge lowered her head helplessly, trying her best not to let others see her face.

Who would let someone carry them all the time just because their hand is injured? She still has a sense of shame.

"Haha, Miss Song, why are you being so dramatic? Making such a big fuss over such a small injury?"

Upon hearing this voice, Song Lingge rolled her eyes repeatedly.

Yu Shaofen, that useless teammate, said that she couldn't find her when she arrived at the hospital. It turned out that she had gone to find Jing Chu.

"Shut up!" Qiao Nansheng said.