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

Song Lingge slammed on the brakes, startling everyone in the car.

Song Lingge stuck out her tongue, a little embarrassed. She had forgotten everything her driving instructor had taught her, as she needed to concentrate on driving.

“There’s a clinic there. I’ll take Nansheng there to get bandaged up first.”

Song Lingge quickly got out of the car and ran to the passenger side to open the door for Qiao Nansheng.

Watching Song Lingge support Qiao Nansheng's back, Zhao Jueyu fell into deep thought.

Chen Sangde was lazy and didn't do farm work often, so the sickle wasn't very sharp. However, he used a lot of force, so Qiao Nansheng's wound looked long and bled a lot, but it wasn't deep.

The doctor disinfected his wound, treated it, and quickly bandaged it up.

"Don't shower for the next few days, and don't let the wound get wet. Did you see the steps I just took to apply the medicine? Just change the dressing at home every day."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Song Lingge took the medicine and carefully noted down the precautions.

Then she came over to help Qiao Nansheng, but Qiao Nansheng turned around and avoided her hand.

"What? You're still injured." Song Lingge asked in surprise, wondering why this man couldn't behave himself.

Qiao Nansheng raised his arm, a hint of helplessness on his face: "Song Lingge, my hand is injured, not my foot. I'm not that fragile. Why do I need your help?"

Song Lingge was about to argue when she caught sight of Zhao Jueyu and the others approaching.

Only then did she understand what Qiao Nansheng meant; she seemed to have forgotten that Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei were both there.

She and Qiao Nansheng were a bit too intimate today; hopefully, they didn't misunderstand.

"Mom, why did you get off the bus? Is anyone else on the bus?"

“There are two young men up there, we were worried, so we came to check on them.” Zhao Jueyu’s eyes were fixed on Qiao Nansheng.

"Auntie, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

"You've suffered all this because of our family."

"Let's go, stop talking, it'll be a while before we get back." Song Lingge interrupted their conversation, wondering how long they could keep chatting like this.

It was already past 1 p.m. when we got back to downtown Nanzhou.

Song Lingge did not drive back to school or home, but instead went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Mom, you stay with Aunt. Once the Civil Affairs Bureau opens, get the divorce certificate done to avoid any unforeseen complications."

"What about you?"

"Go back to school!"

"You silly girl, your classmates have helped us so much. It's lunchtime now, so let me treat you to a meal to express my gratitude," Zhao Jueyu said kindly to her classmates.

Song Lingge was not the kind of person who didn't know how to behave; of course she wanted to treat everyone to a meal to express her gratitude, but she planned to do so after returning to school.

"Auntie, no need, we weren't really that helpful."

"That's right, Auntie, you have things to do, don't worry about us."

"Auntie, there's really no need to be so polite. We're all friends, so helping each other out is the right thing to do."

......

A group of people were talking at once, arguing like sparrows.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau isn't open yet, and it's lunchtime. What's wrong? Auntie's inviting you to dinner, and you're making excuses?"

Zhao Jueyu made it clear that he was determined to treat everyone to this meal.

Actually, Song Lingge originally planned to treat everyone herself, firstly because it was inappropriate for the elders to chat casually, and secondly because Zhao Jueyu didn't like socializing.

Seeing that she was being so proactive, and it didn't seem like she was just being polite, I made the final decision: "Let's go, let's go, let Teacher Zhao treat us!"

Song Lingge will soon regret her decision.

We found a restaurant near the Civil Affairs Bureau.

After ordering, it began, it began, it began.

"Since we don't know who's who yet, please introduce yourselves!"

Three black lines appeared on Song Lingge's forehead; this was truly a habit that middle-aged women never wavered from.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Zhao Jueyu gave her a reproachful look, then smiled and said, "They are all your good friends. They came to help when something like this happened to your family. Mom is grateful to them and wants to get to know them. How can you be so inconsiderate?"

"Hello Auntie, my name is Yu Shaofen, and this is Zhang Xiuxiu. We are Lingge's good friends, and the three of us are roommates."

Shaofen was so thoughtful; she was the first to step forward and ease the awkwardness.

"Lingge often mentions you all and has always wanted to meet you. Come to our house another day, and Auntie will cook you something delicious."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Having set a precedent, the remaining boys introduced themselves one by one, but they only introduced their names, since Song Lingge didn't recognize the other three besides Qiao Nansheng and Jing Chu.

"Come, raise your glasses, let's drink orange juice instead of wine. In short, thank you all for today."

"Don't be shy, come on, have some food."

Song Jianmei had never experienced such a scene before, and she cautiously followed Zhao Jueyu's manner in greeting people.

After everyone took their seats, Song Lingge deliberately sat next to Qiao Nansheng, who was sitting to her right. She kept serving him food, showing great care.

Zhao Jueyu kept his eyes on the two people.

"Qiao Nansheng, I'm so sorry that I caused you to get hurt today."

Everyone was eating, but now they ate quietly, each person secretly glancing at Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng put down his chopsticks and replied with a smile, "It was just an accident, Auntie, don't worry about it."

"You look familiar. Oh right, were you the one who went to the city government as a translator with Lingge?"

What is Zhao Jueyu doing? Is he investigating Qiao Nansheng? Good heavens, and in front of so many classmates.

Song Lingge was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground. No, she couldn't run away now; she had to be strong!

To avoid Zhao Jueyu asking any more irrelevant questions, she quickly answered, "Director Yu arranged for us to go together, Mom. Don't ask so many questions. The Civil Affairs Bureau will be open soon, let's eat!"

Song Lingge never expected that at her age, she would still have to face this kind of embarrassing situation.

“Ling Ge and Nan Sheng participated in the recitation competition together, and they even won the championship!” Jing Chu suddenly said.

Song Lingge almost spat out the food in her mouth.

"A recitation competition?" Zhao Jueyu thought for a moment, it was quite a while ago, "Oh, were you guys in it together too?"

Jing Chu, disregarding Song Lingge's life or death, continued, "They became famous overnight in that competition. Auntie, you didn't see it. They used several languages, which shocked the entire school. Even the mayor paid attention to it."

Song Lingge subtly winked at Qiao Nansheng, signaling, "This is your friend, aren't you going to do anything about it? Tell him to shut up!"

Qiao Nansheng nodded silently, secretly kicking Jing Chu's leg.

"Ah, who kicked me? Why did you kick me?" Jing Chu was so honest and straightforward.

"what happened?"

"Oh, Auntie, I got so excited that I bumped my foot on the table leg. I'm so sorry!" Jing Chu explained.

"Why did he suddenly become smarter at this time?" Song Lingge thought to herself.

Zhao Jueyu noticed all the young people's little actions and began to make her plans.