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

After dinner, Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei went to get their divorce certificates, while Song Lingge and the others returned to school.

With no elders around, everyone was much more relaxed.

"Lingge, you're quite skilled. When did you learn to drive?" Jing Chu asked.

Hearing Jing Chu's voice irritated Song Lingge. She casually replied, "What I learned before was so-so!"

She needs to find time to get her driver's license, otherwise it's practically driving without a license. Luckily, the checks aren't strict these days.

"Thank you all so much for today! I'll treat you to dinner tonight! Don't refuse, don't be shy."

They were all straightforward people, and seeing how generous Song Lingge was, they naturally became close. Young people make friends so quickly.

We arrived at the school shortly after, and everyone else got off the bus.

"Nansheng, wait a moment." Jing Chu was about to open the door to help Qiao Nansheng out of the car when Song Lingge called out to him.

Jing Chu glanced at the two of them, raised an eyebrow, and gave them a knowing look, as if to say, "I understand you two."

Song Lingge was really in a bind. She felt that from today onwards, things between her and Qiao Nansheng were no longer clear.

"Lingge, aren't you going back to school?" Yu Shaofen and the others also gathered outside the car window.

"I borrowed someone else's car, and I want to go wash it before returning it. It's still early, so you guys go back to school first. We'll meet at the small basketball court at 6 PM sharp. See you there!"

The final "see you later" was said to the three boys who helped him.

After everyone agreed, Song Lingge stepped on the gas and immediately left this place of trouble.

"Do you know whose it was borrowed from?" Qiao Nansheng suddenly asked.

"I do not know!"

"So you didn't even ask, and just kept driving?"

Song Lingge was still lost in her own thoughts, figuring out how to clear up the misunderstanding with the people from Jingchu, and had completely forgotten about this matter.

"Uh...where should we go now?"

"No need to wash the car, I can return it myself another day."

"How can you drive with your hands like that?"

"Are you sure you want to come with me to return the car?" Qiao Nansheng asked, his tone filled with doubt.

What's the big deal about returning a car?

"Since it's borrowed and parking isn't convenient at school, and I know how to drive it, I should return it to them as soon as possible!"

Qiao Nansheng nodded thoughtfully.

After finding a car wash, Song Lingge got out of the car first, went around to the right and opened the door for Qiao Nansheng, but he didn't come down for a while.

Why aren't you coming down yet?

Qiao Nansheng gestured with his lip toward his injured hand, and stretched out his other hand, asking Song Lingge to help him.

Why are you no longer pretending to be strong, but suddenly become weak and unable to take care of yourself?

Regardless of the circumstances, he was injured because of Song Lingge, so she didn't mind his dramatic behavior. She just rolled her eyes slightly and willingly helped him out of the car.

Qiao Nansheng, needless to say, enjoyed the attentive service with peace of mind.

The car wash would take a while, so the two chatted idly.

"Your family bought a house in Hele Manor?"

"Ah."

Is your maternal grandmother's house far from Baoyu Road?

"It's not far, only five or six stops away."

When did you learn to drive?

"When did you learn it?"

"Your mother seems to have some misunderstanding about our relationship."

Speaking of this, Song Lingge was furious. Fang Guanghua's matter had just been resolved, and now Qiao Nansheng had suddenly appeared.

She had just made a fool of herself with him not long ago and explained herself clearly. Now, it seems like she's the one who's eager to get involved in this situation.

"Yes, I'll find time to explain to her. I'm sorry."

"That's good."

How can this person be so self-righteous? It's clearly because of his friend that these misunderstandings happened.

"Qiao Nansheng, you also bear some responsibility." Song Lingge put her hands on her hips, somewhat unconvinced.

"Oh?"

“If Jingchu hadn’t said so much nonsense, my mom wouldn’t have suspected anything. When you go back, you should tell Jingchu that we’re good friends.”

"Ah."

Qiao Nansheng's attitude was very obedient, like a cute little puppy.

However, after years of life experience, Song Lingge felt that this was just a facade.

Beneath the calm surface of the lake, there must be turbulent undercurrents.

The car was washed quickly, and with Qiao Nansheng's amazing navigation, we soon arrived at our destination.

This place felt very familiar to Song Lingge.

The same ornate iron gate belongs to Zhao Zhangguo's residential compound.

Song Lingge glanced at Qiao Nansheng, but suppressed her inner doubts and did not ask.

The car drove into the park, where a sedan was already parked next to the iron gate. A middle-aged man directed Song Lingge to park next to it.

Song Lingge stopped at the designated spot, got out to open the door for Qiao Nansheng, and helped him out of the car.

"Nansheng, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Nansheng replied nonchalantly, "I got a little injured. Uncle Zhang, thank you for the car."

"Why did you wash the car, kid? Why are you being so polite?"

Qiao Nansheng looked at Song Lingge and joked with a smile, "I won't be polite, but if someone insists on washing the car, I can't stop them."

Did they push her out?

Song Lingge braced herself and stepped forward: "Uncle Zhang, hello. My family has an emergency this time, and we asked Qiao Nansheng for help. Thank you for the car."

Uncle Zhang replied with a smile, "Nansheng's girlfriend? You're a good driver. Don't be so polite, come inside."

Song Lingge stood there stunned, wanting to explain, but Uncle Zhang opened the car door and drove away after he finished speaking.

This is so awkward. Does that mean any random girl who comes to their house will become Qiao Nansheng's girlfriend?

Song Lingge frowned and turned around, wanting to question Qiao Nansheng.

"Hiss—" Qiao Nansheng covered his arm, frowned, and let out a gasp.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Qiao Nansheng nodded with a pained expression: "Yeah, I might need you to help me up."

......

"Uncle Zhang has already left, do we still want to go in?"

Qiao Nansheng was taken aback: "Uncle Zhang is my maternal grandfather's driver. He's already come to my maternal grandfather's house. It wouldn't be right for him to leave without saying goodbye, would it?"

Grandpa's house? Song Lingge was truly exasperated. Why didn't they say something like this sooner?

She came so abruptly, but luckily she went into the house with Qiao Nansheng, so it wasn't too awkward.

However, within fifteen minutes, Song Lingge would regret her wrong decision.

If she had another chance to be reborn, she would definitely choose to go into the house alone, or thank the girl and leave as soon as possible.

The room was decorated in a classic style, suggesting someone who loves life and has excellent taste.

This is very similar to Zhao Zhangguo's family.

However, just as Song Lingge adjusted to the difference in light between indoors and outdoors, she was suddenly bumped into by a little cutie.

Are you my sister-in-law?

Song Lingge froze on the spot.

Qiao Nansheng picked up the little cutie with his good hand: "He's my classmate, don't call him that."

She was so frail just a moment ago that she needed help, but now she can lift an elephant with one hand?

"Sister, will you be my sister-in-law?" the little cutie asked again, seemingly determined to get to the bottom of things.

But before Song Lingge could answer.

"Grandpa, Grandma, and Brother brought Sister-in-law home!" Following the sound, another adorable little girl, looking exactly the same, shouted loudly.

The child's sweet, childlike voice kept repeating the same phrase, and his voice echoed throughout the room.