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

"Yes, you fell asleep in the car, and he carried you back, and then went home." Lin Xiuzhi was unaware of what had happened between Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng in the car.

"So they went back so early!"

Song Lingge thought about how Qiao Nansheng had stayed by her side day and night in the hospital, but this time he just left her behind. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable.

Lin Xiuzhi noticed her disappointment and jokingly said with a smile, "What? You're so reluctant to part with her? Can't you even be apart for a little while? Old Hu told me to marry you off as soon as possible, but it seems like daughters grow up and can't stay at home!"

"Grandma!" Song Lingge was mortified.

Lin Xiuzhi continued, "Old man, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and call Nansheng and tell him that your granddaughter has woken up and is making a fuss about finding him!"

How is this any different from a child waking up and crying for their mother?

Song Lingge was completely humiliated.

"Grandma, I can't stand you like this. I'm hungry."

"Oh dear! I just asked if you were hungry. I'll go make you something to eat now."

As they were talking, Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo went downstairs.

As soon as they left, Song Lingge's face fell.

Actually, she was unhappy ever since she heard that Qiao Nansheng had gone home early. But in order not to worry Lin Xiuzhi and the others, she brushed it off.

Now that they're gone, she feels utterly lost.

Qiao Nansheng was really angry!

He never ignored her before, no matter how angry he was, but this time, he just left.

Song Lingge opened her phone but didn't see any messages.

She slept for so long, and he didn't even send a message to ask if she had woken up or if she was still in pain.

Song Lingge typed "I'm awake," then deleted it, and threw her phone aside in a huff.

Since he doesn't care about her, there's no need for her to rush to find him.

But why do I feel so sad?

Song Lingge remembered what Fang Guanghua had said.

Having been given a second chance at life, her mind was indeed filled with making money and seeking revenge.

When she was seeking revenge, she really didn't consider whether Qiao Nansheng and his family would accept her or her family.

A criminal record can affect three generations.

She was so focused on seeking justice and revenge that she didn't consider how Song Jianping's imprisonment would affect her at all.

However, even if she had to do it all over again, she would still choose to do it this way.

Her rebirth was thanks to Zhao Jueyu's pleading. In her previous life, Zhao Jueyu lived a peaceful life until old age, but in this life, he died at such a young age because of her. Every time Song Lingge thought about it, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

The future offers many choices, but the past cannot be revisited.

Song Lingge has no regrets.

Only when she learned that Song Jianping had turned himself in did she feel that Zhao Jueyu's feelings had truly been reciprocated. If Zhao Jueyu were alive, he would surely be very gratified.

This is the true meaning of rebirth.

If Qiao Nansheng disagrees, it means they are not on the same path.

After clearing her mind, Song Lingge patted her face and regrouped. Love had never been the main theme of her life, so there was no need to be so anxious about it.

After going downstairs, I saw Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi busy in the kitchen.

Zhao Zhangguo washes vegetables, Lin Xiuzhi is the head chef.

Lin Xiuzhi would occasionally ask Zhao Zhangguo to pass her something, and she would also occasionally put some delicious food on his plate so that he could taste it.

This is the comforting warmth of everyday life, and it's the life Song Lingge longs for most.

She stood at the last step of the stairs and watched them for a long time.

Finally, Song Lingge turned around, went upstairs, took out her phone, sent a message, and then skipped downstairs.

"Grandma, Grandpa, are you done yet? I'm starving!" Song Lingge's urging voice could be heard even before she reached the kitchen.

Zhao Zhangguo brought out the chicken soup: "Drink the soup first, your grandma simmered it for hours!"

Song Lingge took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "It smells so good!"

Lin Xiuzhi peeked out from the kitchen and said with a smile, "Little glutton, but don't drink too much, there's plenty more delicious food to come!"

"Okay, I'll keep my belly."

The soup was still very hot, so Song Lingge ladled out three bowls and placed them on the table to cool.

"What, aren't you going to scoop me a bowl?"

Song Lingge turned around abruptly, and sure enough, Qiao Nansheng was standing in the entrance hall, smiling at her.

“You…” Song Lingge was about to ask him why he came over, but then she immediately remembered the text message she had sent.

She said she was awake, and Qiao Nansheng would definitely react when he saw her.

She just didn't expect that Qiao Nansheng would come over immediately after receiving the text message.

"Nansheng's here? Come and eat!" Lin Xiuzhi came out carrying dishes.

"Grandma Lin, Grandpa Zhao, and my maternal grandmother also made soup, which I brought over."

"I told her not to bother, but why did she still stay up?" Lin Xiuzhi said with a hint of disdain as she reached out to take it.

Hu Lixia is making pig's feet and kidney bean soup. The soup is milky white and looks very appetizing.

Zhao Zhangguo said with a smile, "Look how thoughtful your Grandma Hu is. She knew your hand was injured, so she made you pig's feet soup. It's a way to heal the body by eating pig's feet. You should drink more of it."

Song Lingge: "Grandpa!"

Everyone laughed, and the room was filled with the warmth of the soup, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Song Lingge ladled a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Qiao Nansheng, who then ladled a bowl of pig's feet soup for her. The two of them, holding their bowls, looked rather comical, like they were sworn brothers.

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if all the unpleasantness from before had vanished in that instant.

Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo were quite pleased to see this.

Zhao Jueyu ruined his life because he loved the wrong person.

Now, Song Lingge is the only child left in their family, and her marriage is their only worry.

However, with the appearance of Qiao Nansheng, this worry is no longer necessary.

The happiness that Zhao Jueyu could not obtain was finally realized in Song Lingge.

"Nansheng, don't just drink the soup, eat some vegetables too."

“Okay, Grandma Lin.”

Qiao Nansheng obediently agreed, but the first bite of food he picked up always ended up in Song Lingge's bowl.

Song Lingge glanced at the bowl, picked up a piece of chicken, and put it back into Qiao Nansheng's bowl.

"You eat this. The meat is too dry. I don't want it."

"Grandma Lin's cooking isn't dry, you should try it." Qiao Nansheng said, but instead of putting the chicken back, he put chicken wings on Song Lingge's plate.

“I won’t eat it even if it’s not tender. You know I don’t like chicken breast,” Song Lingge said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, if you don't like it, then don't eat it. How about I have a chicken wing instead?"

The two chatted as if no one else was around, their conversation appearing so natural and casual.

Lin Xiuzhi was deeply moved. She took Zhao Zhangguo's hand under the table, and Zhao Zhangguo immediately placed his other hand on top of it.

After dinner, Qiao Nansheng offered to help clean up, but Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo kicked him out.

The two then went to the neighborhood to digest their food, as was their usual routine.

“I thought you were angry,” Song Lingge said.