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

Song Lingge was telling the truth. Zhou Songmei had done so many bad things, how could she still get away with it?

She was the culprit, yet she was perfectly fine with her husband, children, and a warm bed.

Thinking about it, I really feel unwilling to accept it!

But none of that matters anymore. If Zhou Songmei still wants to fight, she doesn't mind playing along to the end.

This ill-fated relationship with Fang Guanghua must have come to an end by now, Song Lingge touched her lower abdomen.

She had been pregnant with his two children, but neither child grew up properly.

Now that they are watching from heaven, I wonder if they will feel gratified.

"Wake up, Mommy has avenged you." Song Lingge looked at the sky, where Fang Xingxing's adorable smiling face was visible.

From now on, she will no longer be bound by the past and will begin a completely new life.

Song Lingge was finally free, but her last words made Fang Guanghua unwilling to let the matter rest. After Song Lingge, he met Li Meimei again.

But this is all for later.

"Ring ring—" The phone rang.

Song Lingge answered the phone: "Moshi Moshi, who is this?"

"In such a good mood?" Qiao Nansheng's mood brightened when he heard her light and cheerful voice.

"Of course I'm happy to receive your call!"

If it were before, Song Lingge would have felt like throwing up if she had said those words in a high-pitched voice.

But now, she is a completely new woman who has said goodbye to the past, a young woman in her early twenties who is deeply in love with her boyfriend.

She wants to enjoy this wonderful life again.

"Where? I want to see you," Qiao Nansheng said impatiently.

Song Lingge glanced at her seat, thought for a moment, and decided not to spoil the atmosphere. She decided to keep this a secret and not tell Qiao Nansheng.

"I'm craving the barbecue from the school's food street, the one you and Jingchu took us to the first time. How about we meet there?"

Okay, did you drive?

"opened."

"It's not far from here, so I won't drive."

"Okay, you might get here before me. Whoever gets here first can order first."

"Okay." Qiao Nansheng's tone couldn't hide his amusement. "You might as well just tell me what you want to eat."

"I'm not picky, I'll eat whatever you order," Song Lingge replied with a smile.

Qiao Nansheng was always worried that he couldn't protect her or be there for her when she needed him.

But Song Lingge felt that things were fine as they were.

She doesn't need a man to solve all her problems like a savior; what she needs is a man who is understanding, considerate, and warm towards her.

Life is too long, and there are too many trivial matters to share; there are hardly any life-or-death situations.

Therefore, Qiao Nansheng is doing very well now.

When she arrived, a plate of grilled food was already placed in front of Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge couldn't wait to pick up a skewer of pork belly and put it to her mouth.

"Slow down, I'm not going to fight you for it," Qiao Nansheng said with a smile, handing her a tissue.

With a piece of roasted meat in her mouth, Song Lingge muttered, "You'd better grab it; you only enjoy your food when you're fighting over it."

"I don't think so. I feel that having you with me makes the meal taste even better."

Song Lingge picked up a skewer of grilled beef and shoved it into Qiao Nansheng's mouth.

He even flirts while eating, seriously! I'm speechless, all I can do is shut him up.

After finishing the beef in his mouth, Qiao Nansheng held the remaining beef and said thoughtfully, "It tastes better when you feed me!"

Song Lingge: That's not feeding, that's stuffing, okay?

Qiao Nansheng is like a completely different person today, transformed into a glib and slick peacock.

Seeing that Song Lingge didn't speak but only glanced at him with disdain, Qiao Nansheng became dissatisfied.

He took another bunch of shiitake mushrooms and handed them to Song Lingge.

Song Lingge shook her head: "I don't like mushrooms, I want to eat meat."

Qiao Nansheng was speechless: "I mean you feed me, not that I give you food."

Three lines appeared on Song Lingge's forehead: "Tell me the truth, did you take the wrong medicine today? Or did you go hanging out with Jing Chu again and learn some nonsense?"

Someone in Jingchu, somewhere, is probably sneezing right now.

Qiao Nansheng moved closer to Song Lingge and carefully examined her expression, discovering that she was genuinely showing disdain, not shyness.

"Isn't it said that women are auditory creatures and like to hear pleasant things?"

Song Lingge put down the pork belly in her hand, thought for a moment and replied, "You have to consider the occasion when you speak! For example, right now, if you say that this skewer of pork belly is sizzling with oil and looks incredibly delicious, that would be a particularly beautiful love confession to me."

"Not only did I tell you, but I also baked it before you even arrived and was waiting for you!" Qiao Nansheng said, feeling wronged.

"You didn't say it, you said you wanted me to feed you, how can I, who is possessive of my food, tolerate that?"

Qiao Nansheng flicked her nose and said with a smile, "I told you I wouldn't fight you for it, but you're still not happy."

"Ouch!" Song Lingge took a half step back and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "It's oily."

Qiao Nansheng stretched out his hand, checked it himself first, and then waved it in front of Song Lingge: "No! Really, no!"

“But you can’t touch it now,” Song Lingge argued forcefully.

"When can I touch it?" Qiao Nansheng leaned forward.

Song Lingge put down the meat skewers, wanting to have a serious talk with Qiao Nansheng.

What's wrong with you today?

"Do you not like it?"

Song Lingge shook her head, giving full affirmation: "People undoubtedly like it, but they don't really like today's behavior."

"I think so too."

"What do you think is also?"

Qiao Nansheng picked up a skewer of lamb and handed it to Song Lingge, then took one for himself, and said nothing more.

Song Lingge took the lamb skewers, but she had no appetite for them now and stared at Qiao Nansheng without saying a word.

Qiao Nansheng found her huffy expression both cute and funny, so he said, "You eat first. After you're full, we'll go for a walk by the river and I'll tell you then."

Song Lingge then resumed eating: "Why do you have to pick a place to say things?"

Qiao Nansheng raised his eyebrows and retorted, "That's what someone just said, you have to know when to speak."

Karma comes in this lifetime.

Song Lingge pouted; this retribution came really fast.

However, this kind of unwillingness to admit defeat and the back-and-forth arguing is more like the Qiao Nansheng she knows.

We may change a lot because of love, but it's all to find a more comfortable way to get along.

If what is now is the best, then there is no need to change it.

Song Lingge likes her current way of getting along with Qiao Nansheng.

"Keep that skewer of mushrooms for me. Didn't you just say you wanted to eat meat? I'll trade you this skewer of pork belly."

Song Lingge quickly stuffed the mushroom into her mouth, muttering as she tried to show off: "I said I wouldn't eat it just now, but now I want to eat it."