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

The intersection of Baoyu Road.

Usually, this is where Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge parted ways.

“It’s right there.” Qiao Nansheng led Song Lingge to a small restaurant at the intersection.

The restaurant is on the second floor, and there is a tailor shop downstairs.

Although she had passed by here countless times, it was so inconspicuous that Song Lingge had no idea there was such a restaurant near her home.

The reason it's described as a restaurant is because this place is different from other restaurants.

The decor should be more refined and refreshing.

From a modern perspective, it looks more like a small, privately-run restaurant.

However, as Song Lingge climbed the narrow wooden stairs, she couldn't help but wonder if a shop like this could make money in this day and age.

"Hey, Nansheng, why are you here so early today?"

It was the proprietress, Wang Wenzhen, who looked to be around forty years old and had a graceful demeanor.

"I'm having dinner with my classmates here and doing my homework at the same time."

Wang Wenzhen looked Song Lingge up and down and greeted her warmly, "Okay, come in quickly! It's still early, call me when you get hungry."

"Okay, Aunt Wang, when you deliver the meals to my grandparents later, don't tell them I'm back yet. I'll be home a little later tonight."

Seeing Song Lingge looking around, Wang Wenzhen asked considerately, "What's wrong, little girl?"

Song Lingge gave an awkward smile: "I'd like to borrow the phone to call home."

"The phone is in my room, I'll take you there."

Wang Wenzhen led Song Lingge to a small room in the back. The room was simply furnished, but clean and comfortable.

When Song Lingge came out after finishing her call, she found that the restaurant only had 5 small tables, but each table was far apart, providing a good level of privacy.

Qiao Nansheng found a seat by the window and sat down.

The view from there is excellent; you can see the street below at a glance, and outside is the ever-flowing Baoyu River.

The scenery may not be the most beautiful, but it is all-encompassing and full of life.

I never expected there to be such a hidden gem of a shop near my home.

How did you find this place?

“My grandparents are old and can’t cook, so Aunt Wang delivers their meals to them every day, and it’s been like this for many years.”

Food delivery, so fashionable.

"What about your dad? You said last time that they got divorced. Doesn't your dad live with you anymore?"

Qiao Nansheng's expression was somewhat strange: "He works in other places and is rarely in Nanzhou."

Parental divorce was a rather sensitive topic for children of that era. Song Lingge tactfully changed the subject.

"It's true that my home is so close, but I didn't even know this place existed."

Qiao Nansheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "There's a lot you don't know, and I don't know where all your thoughts are going."

Is this a criticism of her?

"I spend all my energy on my studies, making money, and so on. I'm busy every day!"

Qiao Nansheng had an expression that said, "I don't believe your nonsense."

They were telling the truth, but nobody believed them.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you for all this time."

Qiao Nansheng was flipping through his notebook when he was startled to hear Song Lingge's soft voice.

Looking up at the opposite side, he saw that Song Lingge was also looking at him.

"You treated me to dinner today, isn't that a way of thanking me?"

Song Lingge withdrew her gaze and looked down at the bustling traffic below, or perhaps further away.

“How can a meal settle things? If you hadn’t taken the photos, I might be the one who’s now a pariah, or I might have been expelled from school and wouldn’t have been able to finish my studies.”

"But I've always been curious, why do you have those photos? I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to ask you."

After receiving no response for a while, Song Lingge turned around and stared at the person in front of her.

Qiao Nansheng had his head down, his eyes on the notebook, but his gaze was clearly unfocused, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Qiao Nansheng, I'm talking to you!"

Song Lingge was a little angry. She had finally opened up and said a lot.

That's fine, they didn't listen at all.

Qiao Nansheng raised his eyes and stared directly at Song Lingge, his gaze sharp, which made Song Lingge's heart skip a beat.

"You want to settle things with me?"

Song Lingge opened her mouth wide and hurriedly explained, "Slip of the tongue! Don't you understand the context? What I meant was that you've helped me so much, one meal isn't enough. We're revolutionary friends, what's this about 'we're even'?"

Qiao Nansheng's complexion improved a little.

"Since you also think one meal isn't enough, it's good that we've reached a consensus."

Song Lingge's lips twitched involuntarily. What kind of consensus was this?

"what does it mean?"

"From now on, whenever I want to go out to eat, I'll ask you to treat me!"

Ah this...

Forget it, Song Lingge is already a rich woman with two properties, we can afford this little bit of money.

“It’s no big deal to treat someone to a meal. I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Look at what I marked.”

“I already saw it when you made the call. Is this American English?”

I never expected that Qiao Nansheng knew.

Song Lingge nodded.

"How come you're so familiar with it? And why are you so focused on the introduction to the ancient town?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Song Lingge was stunned; she really didn't know how to answer that question.

She couldn't possibly say she was reborn, could she? That's just too absurd.

"None of that matters. As for the ancient town, I think this kind of visit shouldn't be too dull or boring, so going for a tour is definitely the best strategy. Our Nanzhou city is most famous for its ancient towns. However, these are just my personal opinions, for your reference only."

"That's a good idea, so I'll fully cooperate with you!"

Seeing that Qiao Nansheng's mood had returned to normal, Song Lingge asked again, still unwilling to give up, "Because of your meddling, I almost forgot about the question from earlier."

Qiao Nansheng looked at her, puzzled.

"The photos? Where did you get those photos?"

“After class that day, you kept Fang Guanghua and Li Meimei with you. I was a little curious, so I ran to the classroom across the street to take pictures of you. I never expected that it would become evidence by mistake.”

"You took pictures out of curiosity? Why?"

Song Lingge was a little surprised; Qiao Nansheng didn't seem like the type to gossip.

Qiao Nansheng took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and then told the truth: "Actually, I carried the camera with me all the time so I could take pictures of your father. I hope you don't mind; I just wanted to help you."

"You wanted to get evidence of my dad cheating on that girl? Did you get any?"

If it were anyone else, Song Lingge would definitely mind; no one wants their family's messy affairs to be spread around.

But that person was Qiao Nansheng, and for some reason, she seemed to have unconsciously come to trust him completely.

Qiao Nansheng shook his head: "I went to that girl's dormitory several times, but I didn't find any trace of your father. Carrying the camera with me was just a matter of luck."

Song Jianping is a cautious person, and he has been busy with house matters lately, so he may not have time to go to school to meet his lover.

"Ah!" Song Lingge seemed to remember something and exclaimed in surprise, her expression becoming extremely strange.