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

"Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes last time on the basketball court, tsk tsk tsk..."

As Qiao Nansheng spoke, he shook his head and swayed his body, his tone making Song Lingge want to beat him up.

However, it seems that it is indeed true.

With a handsome and refined face and eight-pack abs, who could resist him?

Song Lingge couldn't admit it, so she glared at Qiao Nansheng and retorted, "Who was looking at you? I was looking at Jing Chu."

Qiao Nansheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he leaned forward slightly.

He asked coldly, "Oh? You're looking at Jingchu?"

Forced by his fierce aura, Song Lingge hesitated for a long time, unable to speak.

She pushed him away forcefully with both hands: "I don't remember either, but what you said is completely unfounded. Otherwise, show me the evidence."

Qiao Nansheng raised an eyebrow; there was indeed no evidence.

Fine, let her be stubborn. I just wanted to ease the tension a bit.

Qiao Nansheng picked up the notebook, rolled it into a cylinder, and tapped Song Lingge on the head: "After all this time, do you still want to complete the task Lao Yu assigned?"

This man's ability to change his expression is truly remarkable.

At this moment, Wang Wenzhen walked over and said with a smile, "Aren't you two hungry yet? I just brought food to your grandparents."

"Then I'll trouble you, Aunt Wang. Just cook two of your signature dishes." Qiao Nansheng was quite polite and refined in front of his elders.

Wang Wenzhen glanced at Song Lingge: "You haven't asked the little girl what she wants to eat yet?"

"She's not a picky eater; she eats everything."

Qiao Nansheng answered without thinking that they had eaten together several times and he hadn't noticed that Song Lingge had any dietary restrictions.

But the way he said it made it sound like he was saying Song Lingge was like a pig.

Song Lingge glared at him, then turned to Wang Wenzhen with a smile: "Aunt Wang, I'm not a picky eater. Also, my name is Song Lingge, you can call me Lingge."

"Okay, Lingge, then Auntie will cook two of my signature dishes for you, and make a soup. That should be enough for the two of you."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Wang."

Soon, the dishes were served.

A sweet and sour fish, a stir-fried lettuce, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Wang Wenzhen's cooking skills are excellent; no wonder she became the Qiao family's go-to canteen.

After some playful banter, the awkwardness from before was completely gone, and now they can enjoy their meal to the fullest.

While eating, Qiao Nansheng asked, "Why did you apply for an exchange student program? Is it to go abroad to avoid Fang Guanghua?"

What does going abroad have to do with Fang Guanghua?

"Why do we have to bring up Fang Guanghua in everything? What does he have to do with me?" Song Lingge's face was scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

Little did she know that the more she tried to distance herself from Fang Guanghua, the more others would think they had some kind of relationship.

Furthermore, her recent rejection of Qiao Nansheng would only make him wonder if she was heartbroken and therefore unwilling to accept new relationships for the time being.

Song Lingge had unspeakable suffering; she was indeed heartbroken.

However, it was in the previous life.

She couldn't deny the damage that failed marriage had caused; it wasn't just like it was taking her life, it was a real, tangible wound.

It's too difficult for her to accept a new relationship without any reservations.

"Okay, I admit I misspoke. So, what's your reason for applying to be an exchange student?"

As long as it wasn't for Fang Guanghua's sake, Qiao Nansheng didn't want to argue with her anymore and immediately surrendered.

"I simply want to complete my studies, and being an exchange student is also a way to enhance my resume."

"That's it?" Qiao Nansheng asked in a questioning tone.

But Song Lingge was telling the truth; this was her true thought, even though it might not sound very believable.

"That's it! Anyway, my idea is to improve my studies, work hard to earn money, and not let my grandparents and my mother worry about me."

That makes it sound much more credible.

After finishing their meal, the two agreed to meet again at Yuzhen Restaurant the next day.

Song Lingge didn't want to agree, but she really couldn't find a better place.

She had agreed to treat everyone today, but Wang Yuzhen said that the Qiao family always keeps a tab when they eat here, and the bill will be settled at the end of the month, so she refused to accept her money no matter what.

This means I owe Qiao Nansheng another meal.

But since the two of them had talked things out today, Song Lingge no longer cared who paid for the meal.

She will definitely treat Qiao Nansheng well when she becomes successful in the future.

This sounds like empty promises.

~

When Song Lingge returned home, Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping had already finished their meal. The two of them were sitting on the sofa, discussing the renovation with the floor plan in hand.

If it weren't for all those messy things, they would look like a loving and harmonious old married couple.

Seeing Song Lingge return, Zhao Jueyu took off her reading glasses: "Why are you so late today? Have you eaten? Mom will heat up some food for you."

"I've already eaten. School has been quite busy lately."

Zhao Jueyu knew that Song Lingge had her own plans, so she didn't press the matter further.

It was Song Jianping who surprisingly showed concern for her: "What are you busy with at school? You should take care of yourself too."

Song Lingge nodded and sat down on the sofa as well.

Are you looking at home renovations?

"Well, your dad and I discussed it and decided to renovate the house as soon as possible. I'm getting tired of living here."

"Then let's hurry up with the renovations, and we can move to a new house next year."

Do you have any ideas about the renovation?

Song Lingge glanced at Song Jianping and saw him pause for a moment, but the expression quickly disappeared. It seemed that he was still a little bothered by the fact that her name was written in his name.

“That’s your house, you can decorate it however you like. I might not live here after I start working. But I still need to keep my room.”

Zhao Jueyu understood what Song Lingge meant, but hearing her say that still made her feel a pang of sadness.

When did the relationship between the daughter and the father become so estranged and hostile?

Her mood darkened for only a moment before she masked it with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's your home too. If you're not going to live at home after you start working, where are you planning to go?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Lingge decided to speak up.

"The school has exchange student slots next year, and Director Yu said he would give me a chance. So I want to give it a shot."

Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping were both quite surprised, but since their daughter was so successful, they couldn't very well discourage her.

"If you want to do it, go for it. Mom will always support you."

"Dad too."

Song Lingge hugged Zhao Jueyu and said with a smile, "Don't worry! Your daughter will definitely make something of herself. After all, I'm your only daughter, so I have to work hard to give you a good life."

"Life is already good enough. Mom doesn't need you to do anything. Just be healthy and happy."

Song Lingge secretly glanced at Song Jianping and saw that he was momentarily stunned.

Why would something like this happen at such a heartwarming moment? Song Lingge kept a watchful eye on things.