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

The night was so beautiful that Song Lingge felt it was almost unreal.

Perhaps what also felt unreal tonight was Qiao Nansheng. The anticipated argument had passed by so peacefully.

However, perhaps it is not over yet.

After Song Lingge said those words, she never received a response from Qiao Nansheng.

She turned to look at Qiao Nansheng, only to see that he looked normal. So Song Lingge shook the hand she was holding with him again.

Qiao Nansheng turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

I just asked you a question!

"Oh!"

Qiao Nansheng responded with an "oh" and then said nothing more.

Song Lingge's temper flared up instantly. What did "Oh" mean?

She let go of Qiao Nansheng's hand and stood there stubbornly.

Qiao Nansheng finally turned to face her and said helplessly, "I heard your question just now, and I'm thinking about how I should answer it."

Song Lingge was puzzled: "Just answer with the facts!"

Qiao Nansheng reached out his hand to him, and Song Lingge hesitated for a moment before taking it. The two continued walking forward.

"You said you thought I was angry, which means I'm not angry right now. But after thinking about it, I'm actually still a little angry. Maybe that's not true."

"What's wrong?"

"The quantifier 'a little angry' is incorrect; it's more than 'a little.' But I don't know exactly how much more."

Song Lingge tilted her head and looked at him: "How could you not know that yourself?"

Qiao Nansheng smiled at her and continued, "I'm angry that you acted on your own initiative, but I feel more guilty. When we were in the UK, I was too far away to help, and even after returning home, I still couldn't be there for you when you needed me."

Song Lingge suddenly stopped, and Qiao Nansheng turned around, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

A little while later, a sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils—the delicate scent of Song Lingge's beautiful hair.

Song Lingge hugged Qiao Nansheng, and Qiao Nansheng immediately responded warmly, holding her in his arms.

Song Lingge buried her head in his chest, indulging in his warm embrace.

At this moment, she realized that all her previous thoughts were wrong. For her, how could life be the same whether or not Qiao Nansheng was there?

"You're never late; you arrive just in time."

Qiao Nansheng may never know what his appearance meant to Song Lingge.

It was her resolute choice after making a mistake her whole life.

It was her unwavering acceptance of love and a new beginning.

If that person hadn't been Qiao Nansheng, she wouldn't have been allowed to get involved in love again.

He arrived at the perfect time, and she loved him at the perfect time.

Everything is just right.

"But why didn't you spend time with me today?" Song Lingge suddenly raised her face and brought up old grievances.

Qiao Nansheng paused for a second or two, then realized that Song Lingge was referring to the time she left after dropping her off at home that afternoon.

“I went to the police station. Fang Guanghua’s matter is now over. I don’t want you to worry about him anymore, so I went to take care of it.”

Song Lingge let go of him, and the two continued their walk.

"Oh, I see. But no matter how you handle it, you shouldn't be busy until the evening! I had to send you a text message before you came over."

Qiao Nansheng frowned, suddenly realizing that the woman was bringing up old grievances... no, what happened today was a new grievance.

Whether it's a new debt or an old one, they all put him in a difficult position.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was stuck in a rut back then. I was immersed in my own emotions and couldn't get out of it, so I didn't go to be with you."

"I'll forgive you because you're so sincere. But this is a one-time exception."

Qiao Nansheng pulled her back into his arms and said with a smile, "Okay, I promise I'll never do it again."

"Remember this from now on: tell me what you're thinking. Don't keep things bottled up inside. Keeping too many things to yourself can affect your mental health."

"it is good!"

"You know what? We each have a really bad habit."

"Oh?"

"You prefer to keep your emotions inside and process them alone. I'm a little better than you, more honest, because when you asked me, I actually confessed everything, it just took a little longer."

Qiao Nansheng frowned, not expecting her to be able to make up such a ridiculous story.

“If you ask me, I will confess.”

Song Lingge stretched out her index finger and waved it in front of Qiao Nansheng: "NONONO, you confessed too late. I still need to persuade you gently."

Whose wife is this who loves to pat herself on the back so much?

It's not even mine yet.

What can I do about my own?

Qiao Nansheng smiled helplessly: "Then I'll have to ask our great writer Song to continue to be so patient and persuasive in the future."

"No problem, no problem," Song Lingge readily agreed.

After Fang Guanghua's matter was resolved, a huge weight was lifted from her heart, and she felt much more relaxed.

From then on, she was able to enjoy her reborn life without any reservations.

Can one truly enjoy it without any reservations?

Song Lingge suddenly remembered what Fang Guanghua had said.

With a father-in-law in jail, does Qiao Nansheng really not care? Even if Qiao Nansheng doesn't care, can the Qiao and Qin families really not care?

Song Jianping is like a stain, standing between several families.

Qiao Nansheng, who had been paying attention to her emotions, immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Do you know what Fang Guanghua said to me today?

Qiao Nansheng frowned again. For some reason, every time he heard Song Lingge mention Fang Guanghua, whether it was good or bad, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Just as Song Lingge was about to speak, Qiao Nansheng placed his finger on her lips.

"Whatever Fang Guanghua said is unimportant. I don't care what a person like him says, and I hope you never will either."

As if afraid that Song Lingge wouldn't understand his feelings, Qiao Nansheng put his hands on Song Lingge's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said, word by word, "Get that person out of your head."

Song Lingge stared at him intently, then nodded as if bewitched.

She will banish Fang Guanghua from her mind.

From then on, this nightmare would be completely removed from her life.

Did you hear me?

Song Lingge stared blankly, and Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but ask again.

"Listen, I heard you clearly."

Qiao Nansheng found her bewildered state quite adorable.

He had no idea that Song Lingge was captivated by him at that moment, a little secret that Song Lingge would never tell him.

"I was originally planning to switch shifts with Jingchu to watch over Zhang Binbin for the next few days, but now it's not necessary. I'll spend all my time with you. Is there anything you want to do, or would you like to go on a trip?"

Song Lingge then remembered that Qiao Nansheng had taken leave.

She can't go on the trip because her internship certificate hasn't been stamped yet.

"There's something I've been wanting to do, but I've been putting it off for the past few days."

"What is it?"

"whee--"