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

Qiao Nansheng carried Song Lingge and left first.

Jing Chu was confused and immediately met with a cold scolding. Feeling extremely wronged, she pouted at Yu Shaofen and said, "How can these two be like this? They acted like brothers when they were using me, but now that they don't need me anymore, they tell me to shut up!"

Yu Shaofen glanced at him with disdain, as if to say: Forget about them, I also want you to shut up!

"Stop fooling around. Lingge's wound is quite deep. Nansheng is just worried about her. Don't say anything out of line when you get in the car later."

Jingchu immediately gave an OK sign.

Back in the car, Qiao Nansheng placed Song Lingge in the passenger seat.

When Yu Shaofen and Jing Chu arrived, Qiao Nansheng said, "You two should take a taxi back; I'll reimburse you. Jing Chu doesn't need to come tomorrow, and Zhang Binbin should be fine now."

Jing Chu pursed his lips. Qiao Nansheng really only uses people when he needs them and discards them when he doesn't!

Just as he was about to speak, Yu Shaofen stepped on his foot and said to Qiao Nansheng, "It's okay, you guys go back first, don't worry about us."

After saying that, he leaned against the car window and looked at Song Lingge with reluctance, saying, "Go back and take good care of your injuries. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Song Lingge nodded. She tried to speak as little as possible at this time, otherwise she would really anger Qiao Nansheng and she would have to coax him herself.

The key point is that she has apologized and made promises many times before, but when it comes down to it, she can't keep her word. So now, Song Lingge feels it's better to remain silent. Even she herself feels very guilty about making any more promises.

After getting into the car, Qiao Nansheng didn't say a word.

Song Lingge consciously kept quiet, but Qiao Nansheng was driving too slowly today, and several cars couldn't help but roll down their windows and curse at him as he passed by.

As a result, Qiao Nansheng remained unmoved.

"Why are you driving so slowly?" Song Lingge couldn't help but ask.

Qiao Nansheng glanced at her and sped up.

During this time of day, there are many cars, and the brakes are applied frequently. As a result, Song Lingge's body will instinctively lean forward and reach out to grab the seat belt.

It wasn't until the excruciating pain shot through her hand that Song Lingge realized Qiao Nansheng's slow driving earlier was entirely out of kindness; he was so considerate.

Song Lingge felt even more guilty, so she stopped talking and looked down at the white gauze wrapped around her hand, which was stained with red spots.

This made Qiao Nansheng feel even more heartbroken and guilty.

I could have just spoken to her properly and explained things, but I insisted on speeding up the demonstration, and now she's bleeding again.

He drove even more carefully for the rest of the journey.

When I got home, I could see Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi waiting outside the door from afar.

"Asleep?" Zhao Zhangguo said very softly, and Qiao Nansheng could almost tell what he meant just from the shape of his lips.

Qiao Nansheng carried Song Lingge out of the car and nodded.

The two of them had been silent the whole way, and Song Lingge had fallen asleep at some point.

Actually, she had been on edge all day, and only now that she had completely relaxed did she collapse from exhaustion.

Qiao Nansheng took her back to her room, changed her dressing again, and then went downstairs.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi didn't want to disturb Song Lingge, so they didn't go upstairs with her. Now that they saw Qiao Nansheng come down, they immediately surrounded her.

"What happened today? How did you get injured again?" Zhao Zhangguo asked.

“I just saw that her hand was bandaged. Besides her hand, is there any other injury that we need to be aware of?” Lin Xiuzhi asked.

Qiao Nansheng reassured him, "I called you as soon as I heard the doctor's orders at the hospital. I only have an injury on my hand; everything else is fine."

"So how exactly did this happen?" Zhao Zhangguo asked, unwilling to give up.

After thinking for a moment, Qiao Nansheng decided that since Fang Guanghua had already been arrested, there should be no more great danger, so he explained the situation to the two elderly people.

"This kid is such a handful, he's so bold just because he can fight." No one knows a grandson better than his grandfather, Zhao Zhangguo couldn't help but complain.

He was heartbroken. Song Lingge had been in trouble one after another during this time, and his heart had been hanging in suspense ever since.

Lin Xiuzhi was more composed: "That's just her personality, I think it's good. She can handle things, unlike her mother who is indecisive."

Now, Lin Xiuzhi has come to terms with it.

Children and grandchildren have their own destinies; she'll take care of them. Ultimately, they have to walk their own paths.

Song Lingge has done a very good job.

Thinking of her once delicate and sweet little girl, who had gone through so many hardships on her own, Lin Xiuzhi felt heartbroken for her.

She's old and can't help her much more, but I can at least avoid being a hindrance to her.

~~~

When Song Lingge woke up, the room was pitch black. She stared wide-eyed in the darkness, still feeling a little dazed.

It took me quite a while to roughly sort out my thoughts.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table, but accidentally knocked it to the floor, making a crisp sound that was particularly noticeable in the darkness.

The door suddenly opened, and then the lights were turned on.

The sudden light was too dazzling, and Song Lingge reached out to shield her eyes.

"Awake? Are you hungry?" Lin Xiuzhi came over and helped her pick up her phone.

Song Lingge tried to sit up, supporting herself on her elbows, but only half of her hand was usable, making it quite difficult.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi helped her sit up.

The next second, Song Lingge burst into laughter.

Lin Xiuzhi sat down beside her bed and asked, puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's really not right of me. I'm so young, and you've already taken care of me."

Zhao Zhangguo gave her a sharp rap on the head: "You know you shouldn't do this, but you still keep doing it. I think you're just deliberately tormenting us two old bones."

Zhao Zhangguo's sharp tap on the forehead was very different from Qiao Nansheng's; his really hurt.

Song Lingge covered her head, pouted, and acted coquettishly towards Lin Xiuzhi.

As expected, Lin Xiuzhi slapped Zhao Zhangguo: "Just say what you want, why hit me? Don't you know how strong you are?"

This was the family's trump card that couldn't be offended, so Zhao Zhangguo had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.

Lin Xiuzhi smoothed Song Lingge's hair: "But Grandpa is right. You're always so careless. Are you trying to make us worry to death?"

Song Lingge leaned against Lin Xiuzhi and said coquettishly, "Even if I'm very, very careful, you'll still worry about me all the time."

Zhao Zhangguo was amused by her words: "Look at this, this is the good granddaughter you've spoiled, and she's even turning around and blaming others."

Lin Xiuzhi glared at him: "What she said is true. Whenever she goes out, you keep asking her questions. I'm so annoyed."

Song Lingge laughed: "Grandma, was Grandpa really like that after I went out?"

"How could it be fake? He's always spoiled you the most since you were little, and you still have the nerve to blame it on me."

It turns out Lin Xiuzhi was trying to excuse herself! Nobody wants to take the blame for spoiling their granddaughter.

Song Lingge glanced around the room, feeling a little empty inside.

"Grandma, has Nansheng gone back?"